Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 642 - 373: The First Round Breaks the Record

Zhang Yang looked up and down at Xiaobao's bobber and fishing setup. It was also a short-sized small crucian carp float, but he was using a float that barely supported any weight, definitely not suitable for the current fish situation.

What does this mismatch mean? Using small floats for lightly biting fish should be fine in theory.

It is true that the water is cold and the fish are biting lightly, but light bites don't mean slow bites. The float he's using is too dainty, and after the fishing setup enters the water and flips, the time it takes to settle is longer, thus affecting fishing efficiency.

The selection of a bobber is about choosing over adjusting. It involves taking a balance between the exit and entry posture and the compatibility with the fish behavior.

The bobber Xiaobao is currently using considers the exit performance but didn't take into account the entry posture and compatibility with the fish behavior.

To put it more bluntly, compared to the steel-foot float Zhang Yang is using, if both cast their rods simultaneously, Zhang Yang's float might already have flipped over twice while Xiaobao's float is still swaying halfway.

Faced with a slightly faster biting fish situation, such a lightweight float would suffer greatly.

If it were a formal pre-competition trial, and Xiaobao asked Zhang Yang about the bobber, Zhang Yang would undoubtedly tell him without reservation which is the best choice.

But now, they're out practicing rod fishing to gain experience, so Zhang Yang had a thought and didn't directly tell him that his float had a problem.

"There's a part of your fishing setup that has an issue. Try to figure it out while practicing. If you can realize it on your own, that's best. Fish a few rounds, and if you can't figure it out, I'll tell you later!" Zhang Yang said softly, unhurriedly.

"Huh? There's a problem? Where? Just tell me directly! If there's a problem and it doesn't get solved, and I lose, wouldn't I have to offer a payoff!" Xiaobao scratched his head, looking a bit conflicted.

Zhang Yang, with a cigarette in his mouth, blew out a smoke ring. "Isn't Han the Big Shot covering your expenses? Don't give me that cheeky smile; try fishing on your own first. Even if I told you, would you understand?

Learning to walk with a crutch will eventually lead to a day when you discard it, so don't rely on me for everything!"

"Alright, I'll try to figure it out myself then!" Xiaobao, feeling a bit brushed off, scratched his head and said nothing more.

For the next half an hour or so, it became a time for a simple fish situation assessment for Zhang Yang's team.

There were fewer than ten people in the sheltered room, and the fish were biting quickly. No matter where you sat, you'd basically see bites after a few casts, making this fish situation quite suitable for a fishing competition.

It's safe to say the owner of the Winter Fishing Hall has thoroughly figured out these hardcore anglers who don't put away their gear even in winter!

"Hey, Zhang Yang, have you guys finished warming up there? We just finished a round. It's no fun with so few people; how about joining us for the next one?" At this moment, Brother Da shouted across ten meters or so.

Zhang Yang didn't stand on ceremony and replied, "Sure, give me a minute to see how ready everyone is! If everything's okay, we'll jump into the fray!"

"Great, we'll wait for you!"

"Alright!"

After a brief exchange, Zhang Yang stood up and walked a circle behind his team members, specifically checking if Xiaobao had changed his bobber when he reached him.

To his disappointment, Xiaobao still hadn't realized the issue with his float. When Zhang Yang stood behind him watching, Xiaobao even deliberately let a bite go, performing a double-tail pull!

"Are you guys all ready? Ready to join the fishing battle?

Let me be clear, even though Han the Big Shot said he's covering all expenses inside the Winter Fishing Hall, that doesn't mean you can slack off. After we're done fishing, whoever loses the most buys hot pot! No shrinking back now!"

"Haha, alright!"

"No problem!"

Those like Meng Fan and Liu Zi, who couldn't resist stirring the pot, were all in agreement, even Xiaobao felt he had no issues at that moment. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In Xiaobao's mind, with each cast yielding double hits, how could he possibly come last in this state?

Impossible, just impossible.

"Brother Da, we're ready. Would you mind doing the lottery? There are five of us! Oh, and by the way, what's the going rate for losing in this fishing battle?" Zhang Yang asked Brother Da.

"Each round is twenty minutes, with each person putting up twenty bucks as a prize! We have exactly ten people right now. The top three prizes are eighty, fifty, and thirty, with positions four and five guaranteed! The rest will fill in!" Brother Da answered without a second thought, laying out the fishing battle rules.

"Great! The prize money on our side is handled by Han the Big Shot. Just coordinate with him!

Comrade Xiaohan, it's all up to you, and keep track of our performance each round on your phone, might come in handy when we gather for hot pot afterwards!"

Han Mocheng grinned and nodded. "Sure, no problem!"

After arranging the fishing battle, Brother Da soon prepared the lottery draw.

The south bank in the sheltered room could seat at least seventeen or eighteen people, and after eliminating the two large corner spots, ten fishing spots were quickly selected, and everyone completed the lottery draw.

With this density and fish situation, Zhang Yang felt no emotional stirrings; it didn't matter where he sat. It mainly depended on fishing skills, and luck had little to do with it.

Zhang Yang drew casually, and when he opened it, it was a number seven, a fairly ordinary number. Zhang Yang carried his tackle box, moved to his new spot, and quickly readied himself for the fishing battle.

"Is everyone ready? If there are no issues, I'll call start, and we'll all cast our rods together!"

"Ready!"

"No problems!"

"Start fishing, start fishing!"

...

Everyone responded in unison, and with a call from Brother Da, the fishing battle began!

Ten fishing rods cast simultaneously into the water, and the battle commenced!

The number seven spot where Zhang Yang sat had already been fished earlier, so there were fish in the spot. He cast a few times symbolically at the beginning and quickly got a handle on the fishing situation and entered combat mode.