Huang Zheng: "..."

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The camera switches to Zhang Yang's team.

Everyone got into the car and drove straight out of the Daily Fish Fishing Center. Sitting in the passenger seat, Han Mocheng said, "I noticed earlier, Huang in slippers didn't come out with his team this time! There seem to be only two or three people in the car!"

Xiaobao pouted, muttering, "Look at his smug face, acting like he's invincible in the Tianyuan team! Judging by his age, he's not much older than me. When there's a chance, I definitely want to see what level he's at!"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhang Yang shook his head while gripping the steering wheel, "Arrogance requires confidence. Huang Zheng might seem smug, but his skills are indeed excellent! If we encounter him in the competition later, be extra cautious!

He has a nickname, which you probably haven't heard of, the first striker of Tianyuan! Among the young generation of Tianyuan disciples, Huang Zheng is absolutely a team mainstay, even capable of facing off against a Fishing King Master head-on!"

"Tch, if he's so impressive, why would he come to our Shandong for the chase segment competition? He didn't even qualify for Hubei's tournament!" Xiaobao still showed disdain.

Zhang Yang grinned, "You nailed it. He's chasing the competition because he didn't qualify, but it might be due to scheduling conflicts with other events, not a matter of skill level! On the Mercedes van, their core members like Deng Gang and Wang Wen didn't come!"

"Even if they came, we're not afraid of them!" Liu Zi, who had been silent for a while, muttered quietly, with a determined look in his eyes.

"Haha, having that mindset is good. It's like being willing to risk everything to dethrone the king!" Zhang Yang laughed heartily, and the mood in the car instantly became even more relaxed.

Once back at their lodging, everyone stayed in the hotel without wandering around. The bait from last night hadn't been exhausted, so Han Mocheng led the group to practice the useful techniques Zhang Yang had taught them yesterday evening. The whole day passed quickly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The day before the competition, various small and large competitive teams and fishing enthusiasts arrived at the Daily Fish Fishing Center to check-in. The large venue was bustling all day, and the competition atmosphere was already heating up.

After dinner, Zhang Yang gathered the team again to remind them of the precautions and potential fish situation changes once the official competition started the next day.

The pre-competition meeting saw everyone in good spirits. The intensive basic training over the past two months had given them ample confidence. By 9:30 PM, the team dispersed early to rest.

The next morning at 5:30 AM, Zhang Yang woke up first. It was already bright outside and the chirping of sparrows was noisy.

Zhang Yang got up, washed, and then woke everyone else. After going downstairs, they had a breakfast of buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks at a shop along the street to fill their bellies, then drove early to the competition site.

Upon arriving at the Daily Fish Fishing Base on competition day, the scene had visibly changed since yesterday.

Goodness, from the auxiliary road outside the entrance, small colorful flags were set up, stretching all the way to the parking lot and the waiting area around the competition grounds.

It was apparent that the hosts of such a high-level event like FTT were professional. Every few meters, one could see staff in uniform overseeing operations. The spacious parking lot could easily accommodate hundreds of vehicles without difficulty, with professional personnel directing and coordinating.

Before the competition began, the team was already feeling a bit nervous due to the ceremonious atmosphere.

Liu Zi tugged on Meng Fan's clothes, and when Meng Fan looked at him curiously, Liu Zi scratched his head and said, "Isn't this competition too grand? Why are there so many people! The staff almost outnumber the anglers!"

Upon hearing Liu Zi's question, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You say they almost outnumber the anglers, but in reality, the people responsible for specific tasks here outnumber the athletes!

From the atmosphere group at the entrance to the parking lot service personnel, then the competition's service staff, arbitration group, judges committee, TV broadcast crew, commentators, logistics support, and so on, every stage requires a different number of people to oversee!

This competition's total open registration is only 168 people!"

"Oh wow, now it seems like it's really true! This is what FTT competition is like!" Meng Fan couldn't help but exclaim upon hearing Zhang Yang's explanation.

"It's a TV broadcast grand prix! These tasks are necessary! Don't be nervous; just stick to the usual training routines and perform normally!

I rarely mention it, but the current competitive ecosystem in the country is not very complete, and few anglers undergo high-intensity basic training like you!

Therefore, if it's just about basic skills, you don't need to fear anyone!

Even the top Taiwanese fishing experts won't overwhelm you in terms of basic skills, at most, it's similar to how I guide you privately in competitive fishing!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaobao looked up at Zhang Yang, "Uh, does that mean, boss, you have the skills of a top Taiwanese fishing expert?"

Zhang Yang grinned, "What do you think? If I didn't have these skills, how could I ensure a win when I take you to competitions!"

"Damn, you're really hammering this point home! Do you have to be so cool?" Han Mocheng couldn't help it and started handing out a box of cigarettes to everyone.

"Unconvinced? No worries, our team speaks through strength! Let's compete in fishing until you're convinced!" Zhang Yang took a cigarette, lit it, and said with a harmless smile.

"Forget it! I was just joking!" Han Mocheng pouted, no longer pursuing the topic.

In fact, when he first joined the team, Han Mocheng, also from a competitive fishing background, often challenged Zhang Yang.

But no matter the rules or fish situations, Han Mocheng never gained any advantage against Zhang Yang. He either got controlled in scoring or was easily outdone in fish catch, seemingly within reach but always falling just short.

As the team was parking and unloading their gear, another GL8 business car pulled up nearby, and four people got out—a senior person with three younger guys, who swiftly began unloading their equipment without any wasted words.

Zhang Yang noticed the car and the people getting out, and nodded with his chin at his teammates, "Another bigwig brought people! Look! Do any of you know them?"

Under Zhang Yang's guidance, the team scrutinized the people getting out of the GL8. Their faces were unfamiliar, their attire a beige sun-protection suit from Hua Clan, and all their equipment was Hua Clan products.

Han Mocheng glanced at them and whispered, "The older one is Hua Clan's Zhou Chen, the younger ones are Wang Chao and Xu Ting, the other two aren't as familiar..."

Zhang Yang nodded too, "Yes! They're new-generation anglers from Hua Clan! That Wang Chao, his skills are very impressive! The other two are Zhao Heyi and Liu Fengjun!"

They were quietly discussing the team sponsored by the event nearby. Zhou Chen led his team, carrying their gear to the preparation area.

As they passed by Zhang Yang's group, Zhou Chen kindly nodded at them, acknowledging them.

"Teacher Zhou, hello! Did only you leaders from Hua Clan come this time?" Zhang Yang saw the courteous gesture and skillfully offered a cigarette as he approached.

"And you are?" Zhou Chen stopped when Zhang Yang came over.

"I'm Zhang Yang from W City. I've been watching your and the old master's videos for a long time. I'm here with some friends to try our luck!" Zhang Yang introduced himself smoothly.

Upon hearing Zhang Yang from W City, Zhou Chen paused for a moment before quickly responding.

"Oh, I remember now! You're Zhang Yang who won the Fishing King Cup preliminaries, the one who makes the small yellow noodles!! Hello, hello!" Zhou Chen politely shook Zhang Yang's hand.