The special guest Yu Wensheng, who was also preparing for the broadcast nearby, noticed that his partner Sun Yi had a strange expression, put down the materials in his hand, looked up and asked, "Xiao Sun, is there a problem with the information? I see your brow furrowed!"

Hosts and commentators may appear glamorous in front of the camera, but they actually need to do their homework in advance, just like football and basketball commentators. At the very least, they need to have a certain understanding of the players on the field; the top-level commentators have an extraordinary understanding of some athletes.

Yu Wensheng thought Sun Yi was facing an angler she completely didn’t know.

Sun Yi flashed a momentary look of panic on her face, but she quickly concealed it skillfully. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Oh oh, nothing! I was looking for the angler list from Tianyuan, and apart from Huang Zheng, I haven’t found anyone else! A bit unexpected!" Sun Yi made up a reason to respond vaguely.

Yu Wensheng nodded slightly at Sun Yi’s answer and replied like a treasure trove, "You’re pondering this? This is simple, the main players from Tianyuan, from the previous sub-station competitions, have basically qualified. There are also a few master invitation tournaments from the Chinese Fishing Association that clash with the ftt schedule, so they didn’t come to participate!

I think there’s no need for everyone to come; having Huang Zheng in the top sixteen is basically enough. Among the anglers this session, there aren’t many seasoned top anglers!"

"Oh oh, so that’s how it is! Teacher Yu knows more about the circle!

By the way, are you familiar with Zhang Yang, who is temporarily ranked first? I don’t recall him in any of the big teams; which expert team does he belong to?"

Sun Yi instinctively turned her attention to Zhang Yang, and just happened to have an all-knowing person nearby; Sun Yi wanted to understand through Yu Wensheng’s mouth what level of player Zhang Yang was in the circle.

"Zhang Yang?" Hearing the name, Yu Wensheng was slightly taken aback, picked up the temporary comprehensive ranking list of the top 16, looked at it, and said uncertainly: "He’s a young angler! If I’m not wrong, he should not be from those big teams! Wait, I’ll check my information!"

As he spoke, Yu Wensheng fiddled with his phone for a while and really found quite a bit of information.

"I found it, I thought the name sounded familiar! Last time, in the 8-point Guangwei Fishing King Cup qualifier, Zhang Yang achieved the result! This angler has his own tackle company, but isn’t deeply involved in the competitive circle. But from previous match records, his skills are quite mature, he’s an amateur expert!"

"Oh, I see! Thank you, Teacher Yu, for clarifying!" Sun Yi nodded repeatedly and stopped fretting about the topic.

Yu Wensheng’s summary of Zhang Yang was quite apt; Zhang Yang is neither a competitive fishing master nor has he won any top honors. If you must define him, the term "amateur expert" fits him well!

...

"Achoo!!" At this moment, Zhang Yang, who was waiting outside the entrance for the draw, suddenly felt his nose itch and sneezed firmly.

"Attention all participating anglers, the new round of drawing lots has begun. Please group and enter orderly according to your seat number!"

With the staff’s reminder, everyone waiting for the competition immediately took out their phones, logged into the lottery program, and quickly clicked the draw button.

Group B, No.02

A number popped up, Zhang Yang glanced at it and began to look around frantically in the target fish competition area to find the section location of Group B.

After reaching the top 16, the fishing spot factor basically doesn’t have much influence. The competition from 16 to 8 uses a double-elimination grouping.

Four people per group, competing two-on-two, playing three matches in total, each divided into upper and lower sections. Each match lasts only 30 minutes, each section is 15 minutes, with a 5-minute adjustment and rest time in between.

After the double-elimination, the top 8 are determined, then the anglers proceed to divide into two groups to decide the top 4. Overall, the afternoon’s schedule is quite tight.

"Yang, which group did you draw? I’m in Group A!" Meng Fan looked up and asked.

"I’m in Group D!" Han Mocheng also revealed his draw group.

"Well, well, lucky, I’m in Group B, we’re all scattered, not together!"

Upon hearing the draw group information from the two guys, Zhang Yang was quite pleased; at least they weren’t grouped together, thus preventing his team members from eliminating each other before reaching the top 8.

"Entering now, good luck! Let’s strive to meet in the top 8!" Meng Fan clenched his fists and said.

"Yes, good luck! Perform well, let’s try to all get on TV!" Han Mocheng also cheered.

"Off I go!" Zhang Yang nodded, carried his tackle box, and walked toward the entrance.

Before coming in, Zhang Yang had already observed where Group B’s position was.

Located in the area to the southeast of the first target fishing pond, there were four independently marked fishing spots, paired two by two, roughly three meters apart; between the two pairs were separated by two fishing spots. Overall, the position is quite spacious.

Zhang Yang found his first match spot, No.02, put down his tackle box, and immediately began to prepare for the race.