In these ten seconds, there's a 70% chance to catch double tails, aning the expected value is 1.4 fish per cast.
With five to six casts per minute, double tails can yield two to three more fish than single tails, and with forty minutes left in the competition, the theoretical maximum gap could approach a hundred or more fish.
Moreover, as the process of continuous baiting and attracting fish proceeds, the floating fish condition will get faster and faster, possibly greatly increasing the actual double tail rate.
Just like that, Zhang Yang raised his rod to catch double tails, quickly blocked the needle to release the fish, and cast the second rod, demonstrating solid fundantal techniques that were nearly flawless.
The overall movent was fluid, and even a spectator could see an indescribable beauty in the bodily movents if they watched for a while.
Forty minutes of fish collection sounds quite long, but for Zhang Yang, it went by in the blink of an eye.
So focused, he wasn't aware of the passing ti; his attention was fully on the rod in his hand, the fish in the water, and the bobber entering the water. Nothing else mattered.
With only one minute left before the competition ends, the referee's countdown reminder pulled Zhang Yang back to reality from his focused state.
"All competitors please note, there is one minute until the end of this session! As the countdown to the end approaches, once you hear the whistle, imdiately put down your fishing rods!
Any fish not secured by then will be considered invalid, and violators will face penalties according to the regulations, either in tail count or weight!"
"Huh? Is the first session already ending so soon?"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, while his casting motion never stopped. Instead, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to the positions of his left and right hands and the surrounding anglers.
The neighboring anglers on both sides had no bites, looking tense; it seed Zhang Yang's floating bait had put significant pressure on them.
Further out in other positions, so anglers were still catching fish sporadically; it was clear the fast fish condition of the first session was overall quite high, and the average tail count would definitely be quite high.
With this judgnt, Zhang Yang completed the last minute of fishing, securing a double tail right before the end whistle sounded, perfectly finishing the first session.
287 tails!
As Zhang Yang put down his rod, a precise number of tails erged in his mind.
This was his ultimate fish count result from forty minutes of floating fishing, possibly not the most overall, but securing points in his group shouldn't be a problem.
Looking around, hardly anyone continuously floated and executed the strategy successfully, after all, the first session of the competition, floating was too aggressive.
Competent anglers would prioritize stability and safety to secure points; if floating failed, the following seven sessions would be completely out of reach!
Soon, referees and staff began counting the anglers' fish with small basins, while Zhang Yang sat steadily, slowly packing up his fishing gear.
By the ti the staff ca to Zhang Yang's position to count, he had already packed his rods into his rod bag.
"Zhang Yang, right? Lift your net; it's ti to check your score!"
A sowhat unfamiliar referee called out to Zhang Yang abruptly.
"Oh, okay! Hello, referee! Could you tell the highest tail count among the competitors in our group so far?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile while lifting his net.
"There are regulations regarding score disclosure in the competition rules, so I can't tell you! Just wait patiently for the results!
The partial scoreboard will be out after today's competition; you'll see your score then!"
"Alright, thank you!" Zhang Yang nodded and expressed his thanks politely.
Seeing this, so may wonder, the competition's over, but not allowed to ask for scores? Is the referee purposely targeting Zhang Yang?
I can responsibly say, it wasn't intentional! The referee simply didn't know Zhang Yang, and didn't want to linger on such small details.
The Fishing King Cup's regulation calls for restrictions on score disclosure.
This is to allow anglers to enjoy the competition to the fullest, avoiding negative actions like quitting when knowing there's no chance or colluding with acquaintances.
A young staff mber squatted down, pouring Zhang Yang's fish into a basin, starting to count the tails in pairs supervised by mutual oversight.
One, five, ten, fifteen, twenty…
After a few minutes of work, the tail count was soon finalized!
287 tails! Exactly the number Zhang Yang had in mind.
"287 tails! Not bad, right? Did you use float bait?"
The referee was sowhat surprised by the tail count, looking at Zhang Yang again with a different gaze.
Zhang Yang grinned: "Hey hey! Hehehe..."
His smile was sincere, but he neither confird nor denied.
The aning behind his expression was simple: make a guess!
Just as referees may choose not to tell anglers the scores of others, anglers may choose not to divulge fish condition in the competition.
People interact reciprocally; if you restrict with regulations, I can also choose not to directly respond to your inquiries.
After all, which referee doesn't have a few acquaintances? Spreading floating intelligence would not necessarily be beneficial for Zhang Yang.
"Here, sign at the back of the score sheet!"
Seeing that Zhang Yang wasn't a novice, the referee didn't pursue further, pointing to the signing section on the score sheet.
Zhang Yang took the opportunity to glance quickly at the tail counts of other group mbers.
At a glance, the highest was just over two hundred tails, while Zhang Yang's 287 was far ahead in the current group!
"Thank you! I've signed it!"
Once Zhang Yang confird the fish counts, he signed his na on the sheet.
"Alright! You're quite interesting, kid. I'll rember you! Let's chat soti!" The referee nodded to Zhang Yang and proceeded to weigh the next score.
"Sure! Carry on!" Zhang Yang casually replied, shouldering his fishing box and heading out of the competition zone.
There's still an hour before the start of the next competition, plenty of ti, and Zhang Yang eagerly wants to know how his teammates perford and the practical fish conditions in the other three ponds.
Just as he erged, caraman Xiao Yi from the team was waiting outside, with Liu Zi and Wang Yan already out, having a smoke and chatting.
"How's the fishing going? What's the fish condition?" Zhang Yang asked casually.
Liu Zi scratched his head, neither continuing his smoke nor putting it out, feeling sowhat awkward.
Although Zhang Yang knew Liu Zi smoked, he rarely did so in front of Zhang Yang, preferring to tuck the cigarettes behind his ear or avoid smoking directly in front of him.
"I asked you a question! What's with the cigarette standoff?" Zhang Yang teased with a smile.
"Not bad! I expect to be within five points! I was fishing according to the fish condition you ntioned in the eting! The condition at Pond Number One is pretty much as you said!" Liu Zi replied scratching his head.
Beside him, Wang Yan flipped out a White General cigarette, tossing one to Zhang Yang: "I was fishing at Pond Number Three. Fast fish mixed cultivation! It was a blast! Techniques from regular large pits were all incorporated into the mixed cultivation! Within three points!"
"Was the spattering attack technique used?" Zhang Yang continued questioning.
In his assessnt, the mixed cultivation fish at Pond Number Three were a bit slippery, so attempting the Flying Copy technique might not be ideal, especially in a competitive inaugural session where vacancies were rare.
"Wet spatter! Dry spatter didn't work; several casts led the school of fish to move outside the baiting area! Used the usual flavor package, plus a lot of Musk Herbal Wine!"
"A lot? How much?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang beca interested!
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