However, when doing this operation, you need to pay attention to the wheat germ-like substance. Don't sift it all out; without the flake-like support, the bait's state can be greatly affected, such as not being able to pull it up, poor hook adhesion, or problems like pressing and kneading to death when preparing the bait!

Listening to Zhang Yang mention sifting, Liu Zi, who was paying attention in class beside him, raised his hand: "Boss, we don't have a sieve with us! The registration ends tomorrow; should we find a place to buy one? It's the first time I've heard of this, and we didn't prepare in advance!"

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head: "No need to go to such lengths! We have a ready-made tool! Isn't the net head a ready-made sieve?"

As he spoke, Zhang Yang took out a pre-prepared 30-centimeter diameter dense mesh net head from behind the door.

Using the example of Hua Clan's carp bait, Zhang Yang directly poured half a bag of bait into the net. He attached a bait basin below and calmly shook the net left and right, soon sifting out the coarse particle flakes!

"Holy crap! You can use a net head like this?"

Han Mocheng couldn't help but utter a colorful comment seeing this operation. Han, being quite a deep player in the competitive circle, was witnessing this kind of operation for the first time.

"Fishing isn't a sport based on rote memorization or mechanical application. There are too many variables in it that require flexible adaptation and adjustment, especially in competitive fishing tournaments. Your mindset must be adaptive, and you can't be too rigid!

Besides the physical operations of pulverizing and sifting to change the bait shape, there's one last practical technique to share with you!

The last one is reducing fibers!

In many baits, there might be an excessive amount of Lubricating Powder. If we don't have a fine enough sieve and wish to extract the wheat protein separately, how can we do it?

Actually, it's quite simple, so watch closely!"

We saw Zhang Yang casually take a regular bait basin, pour some clean water and swirl it around, so the inner circle of the basin got wet, then pour out the excess water, and scatter the sifted demonstration bait evenly inside the basin that had water on its inner wall.

Like shaking a sieve, the dry powder bait was shaken around the basin, and the finest part of the powder adhered to the basin wall. At a glance, it looked like a white mass.

"In a typical commercial pull bait, the pulverizing fineness of Lubricating Powder is usually the highest, which means it's the finest.

Wheat protein itself has some stickiness, so we can use this operation of wetting the inner wall to separate the Lubricating Powder!

Look, the remaining bait now has a much-reduced proportion of Lubricating Powder!"

Zhang Yang collected the processed bait and demonstrated the Lubricating Powder stuck to the basin bottom again to everyone.

Xiaobao looked at Zhang Yang with a face full of admiration: "Wow, Boss, your skills are amazing! I've never seen you use this during regular fishing!"

"Xiaobao is right, these tricks look simple, but I guarantee that some competitive experts might not even know them! We learned something new today!"

Even Meng Fan nodded repeatedly, as this series of operations thoroughly impressed the teammates.

Zhang Yang laughed and said: "The basic bait I usually give you already has its state adjusted, so for our own use, there are basically no problems!

These little tricks aren't even needed in public bait matches, so keep in mind what I've just taught you. Familiarize yourselves a little; if you use them in a tournament, you won't be caught off guard!

Alright, tonight's lesson content is basically all. Review, digest, and practice it in actual combat. Feel free to mess with the bait I bought! Let's start, don't just stand there!"

With Zhang Yang calling them over, everyone quickly got hands-on with various operations.

Using a net head as a sieve, how to operate it, using a steel mill to pulverize bait, mastering the proper scale, and understanding the needed ratio in mind, like how long to let the impeller spin during pulverization—these theoretical aspects are one thing, but to truly grasp them requires hands-on practice to get a good feel. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

These secrets, which were summarized by previous life's competitive experts, were taught without reservation by Zhang Yang to his team.

These seemingly insignificant details, like silent spring rain nurturing things imperceptibly, gradually filled the team's deep understanding of competitive fishing with pole angling. Once they fully integrate all the knowledge, their fishing skills will be mastered. It's foreseeable that with Zhang Yang as their guide, this process won't take long.

The commercial bait purchased for over two hundred bucks was nearly used up by the crowd that same evening.

Faced with this seemingly 'wasteful' behavior, Zhang Yang wasn't angry at all. Instead, after they were familiar with it, he used the remaining bait to demonstrate to everyone the obvious differences in bait states under different proportions of various ingredients.

A group of men spent the night in a room, experimenting from around eight till eleven when it finally wrapped up. The trash bin in the room was filled with a variety of prepared bait...

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up at six sharp. There wasn't much to do today, just sign in at the tournament venue.

ftt matches do not allow practicing the rod before the competition, and the regulations are quite strict, so Zhang Yang didn't intend to bend the rules. The tournament is fair enough; as long as everyone is on the same starting line, Zhang Yang wasn't too concerned.

As an early riser, Zhang Yang put on his clothes before heading downstairs for a leisurely walk outside, without calling anyone else.

Since returning from the Jinghai Garden black pit competition, Zhang Yang added a morning exercise task for himself. If conditions permit, Zhang Yang takes a three-kilometer jog after getting up each day, maintaining his physical fitness while ensuring good condition throughout the day with moderate morning exercise.

Despite being in a relatively unfamiliar place, Zhang Yang wasn't afraid of not knowing the way. He opened his mobile map to plan the jogging route, then tucked the phone into the fitting running pocket at the waist, put on his sports earphones, and off he went!

The three-kilometer goal was easily met, with beads of sweat forming on Zhang Yang's forehead. While stretching his body and walking back, he planned to shower and then wake those lazy bones up for breakfast. Today will be another great day!

After everyone ate to their fill, the group boarded a van and headed straight to the competition fishing site.

Maybe because it was around eight or nine in the morning, Zhang Yang arrived a bit early. The environment at the Ttian Tian Fish competitive fishing center was quite good. As a specialized business for competitive fishing centers, the tournament site's standards are very high.

Four standard competition ponds, all with marble-paved floors, and behind them were new colorful flower tiles. Fishing in such a place—regardless of public opinion—just the environment made anglers feel pleasant and comfortable.

The group wandered around the competition area until they finally found the sign-in desk.

After verifying their registration information with their ID, each person received a set of registration souvenirs.

A sun protection suit, fishing hat, and fish protection set printed with the Hua Clan logo, the tournament sponsor.

"Boss, should we head back now? Aren't we going to try sneaking around the pond?" Meng Fan was positioned on the far side of the group, glancing occasionally at the competitive pool on the other side of the green belt in the distance.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "It's not possible, there's someone assigned to keep watch there! Look over there to the northeast, the one in uniform! I've been sneaking a look over there!"

"Darn it! It really is. Not allowing practice rods before the match is a bit unconventional!"

Meng Fan gave up the field scouting attempts after seeing the staff in the direction Zhang Yang pointed. The rules stated that pre-match practice was not allowed, pushing further would be a bit inappropriate.

Just when the group was chatting and laughing, heading back to their parked location, a black Mercedes-Benz Vito van emboldenedly roared towards them, pulling a sharp turn at less than twenty meters to park steadily in a parking spot.

This flashy tail-spin parking was impressive, but it startled everyone.

Zhang Yang glanced at the logo on the van, squinting his eyes instinctively.

Four big characters were plastered on the grand vehicle.

Wuhan Tianyuan.