Chapter 812: Chapter 552: The Secret of the Shoaling Crucian Carp

Starting from this double-tail catch, Huang Zheng’s luck has become meaningless, while Zhang Yang’s spot became more and more successful with each catch. In the last four or five minutes, Zhang Yang even showcased a series of consecutive double-tail catches.

Losing the chance to catch up, Huang Zheng’s expression grew darker the more he fished. He watched helplessly as Zhang Yang’s lead increased with each fish, and by the end of the 15-minute match, Zhang Yang had an exaggerated lead of 11 fish.

"Attention all participants, upon hearing the countdown end signal, please immediately put down your fishing rods and stop fishing! Countdown 54321, the match is over!"

With the sound of the whistle, Zhang Yang put down his fishing rod and stretched his body, his peripheral vision inevitably glancing at Huang Zheng beside him.

Huang Zheng begrudgingly put down his fishing rod, irritably scratching his head, his expression slightly grim.

"Hehe, admit defeat, eh?" Zhang Yang ignored Huang Zheng’s subtle expression and deliberately greeted with bared teeth.

Huang Zheng maintained his composure, losing in fishing but not in demeanor, taking a deep breath and speaking in a low voice, "I’ll transfer the stakes to your WeChat later! I’ve witnessed your skills, but I’m not convinced, there’s another chance to meet in the championship match. I’ll challenge you again!"

"Championship?" Upon hearing this term, Zhang Yang was momentarily stunned.

The final four entering the finals must play three matches, totaling six rounds. Is Huang Zheng really that confident, thinking he can definitely win against the other two?

"Championship! Wait for me!"

"Alright!"

Zhang Yang didn’t dwell on it and responded perfunctorily. He had already won this round; whether Huang Zheng was showing off or genuinely skillful, there was no need to take it seriously.

After the match ended, there was a second round half an hour later. Zhang Yang leisurely packed his things and stepped off the stage, heading back to the resting area.

As soon as Zhang Yang returned backstage, his team members Liu Zi and Meng Fan flocked around him.

Meng Fan: "Boss, you’re awesome, easily handled Huang Zheng!"

Liu Zi: "That’s right, look at Zhang Yang’s level, an 11-fish advantage. This isn’t handling; it’s crushing!"

Watching these two chime in like comedians, Zhang Yang laughed and waved them off, asking, "Stop talking nonsense! First, discuss the important stuff. Who won next door’s match? Where’s the technical stats? Where’s the fishing strategy summary? Anything to remind me of?"

Han Mocheng checked the records on his phone and replied, "Wang Chao defeated Zhu Wenbin, 88:86!"

Upon hearing these numbers, Zhang Yang’s heart skipped a beat, incredulously glancing at Han Mocheng, "Whoa, 88 fish? What kind of fish situation is that? Did they play floating method the whole match?"

Han Mocheng nodded, "Yes! They got lucky there; after changing positions in the second half, after just a few casts, the small crucian began biting again, so both maintained a high-speed floating method. Although Zhu Wenbin lost, his basic skills were solid, and Wang Chao narrowly won!"

"Whoa, I thought this streak of small crucian bites was just a coincidence. It looks like the fish situation in Pond No. 1 is unusual!" Zhang Yang frowned and smacked his lips in thought.

"Zhang Yang, the fish situation in this No. 1 Pond is really strange, eh? Why do small crucian move in groups still? Some positions get bites while others don’t! The practice ponds and competition ponds around W City have never had such a fish situation!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Finally unable to hold back, Xiaobao, filled with curiosity, inquired.

Zhang Yang was truly stumped by this question.

According to normal fish situation cognition, pond-bred small crucian, as long as they are healthy, should be very active in feeding. Zhang Yang’s team also has pond-bred small crucian fry in their practice pond, and they could be caught on any fishing spot, without such obvious congregating behavior.

Zhang Yang shook his head, "Logically, it shouldn’t be like this. I can’t say exactly why! Many fish habits can be influenced by later acclimatization; maybe some aspect affected them, causing the small crucian to like flocking in the pond.

But whether we understand this cause or not doesn’t affect fishing in the match, let’s not dwell on these phenomena and finish the competition before analyzing further!"

Seeing the captain was unsure about why this phenomenon occurred, everyone stopped inquiring further. Han Mocheng continued sending Zhang Yang a lot of information via smartphone note-taking app, which Zhang Yang meticulously reviewed during the break.

Meanwhile, Huang Zheng had just walked off the competition stage when his phone rang.

It was his mentor Deng Gang calling, and Huang Zheng reluctantly answered.

"Hello, mentor!"

"Huang Zheng, what were you doing? Did you purposely let Zhang Yang win in the match just now?" Deng Gang’s dissatisfaction was clear; his first words were a stern inquiry.

"No, mentor, I don’t even know Zhang Yang; what makes you think I’d let him win at such a critical moment!" Huang Zheng hastily denied.

"If you didn’t let him win, why did the match end up like this? Fast fishing and floating; you ended up down by three fish. In the second half’s bottom fishing, you fell eleven fish behind. Do you realize the significance of an eleven-fish disparity? Was your mind wandering all the way to Mars?"

Facing his mentor’s scolding, Huang Zheng dejectedly scratched his head, "Mentor, it’s not that I’m not focused; it’s just that this Zhang Yang is too difficult to deal with!