The last twenty minutes of the second half quickly came to a close. Qian Wenjun performed flawlessly this round, almost without a single fish lost along the way. With the session ending, he felt refreshed, as if he was one with the fish.

"Time's up, let's count the catches! That last round went pretty well!" Qian Wenjun was the first to stand up, eagerly pulling out his fish keeper.

Zhang Yang nodded with a grin: "Alright!"

They proceeded to count the catches methodically, and after counting the last fish, there were a total of 101 fish.

In forty minutes, catching over a hundred fish; if calculated over an hour, the speed would be 150 fish. In Sun Bay's elusive fish pond, such a catch rate is definitely not considered low. If this were an official competition, it would surely be a group level achievement.

"Not a bad catch! Count mine too!" Zhang Yang also pulled out his fish keeper.

Before the detailed number of catches was confirmed, Qian Wenjun was quite confident. With over a hundred fish in hand, he surely couldn't lose again, as his opponent only caught 88 fish in the last round.

However, as the number grew larger, Qian Wenjun's expression became increasingly serious.

After the last few fish were counted, Qian Wenjun's face turned ugly.

The final result was 102 fish!

Zhang Yang's catch exceeded his by one fish again!

"Damn it! Missed another fish!" Qian Wenjun held back for several seconds but couldn't help blurting out his frustration.

"Well, it's just luck, just luck, you gave me a good run! I thought I would lose this round, but didn't expect to narrowly win with one fish!" Zhang Yang exclaimed with a smile, calling it a lucky win.

"Damn! Dare to go another round with me?! I'm just not satisfied today!" Qian Wenjun seemed to lose his composure.

"Let's fish again later, Wenjun! I need your help with something!"

At this moment, Xiao Wei called out from the crowd.

"Wei-ge! When did you get here? Damn, today's fish are so tricky! Bad luck, lost by one fish in both rounds!"

Qian Wenjun greeted Xiao Wei, muttering about the fish he lost by one, with dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Leave your stuff here, let the buddies watch it, come with me for a bit, I need your help with something urgent!" Xiao Wei hurriedly said.

"Alright! Give me a minute, I'll hand over the wager to him first, don't want him to think we can't afford to lose!"

Quickly, Qian Wenjun bought a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes and handed them to Zhang Yang: "My buddy needs me, I won't be competing for now. If I come back early, I'll find you again, as I'm still not satisfied today!"

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile: "Alright! Handle your business first! I'll practice my rod!"

...

After a simple briefing, Qian Wenjun followed Xiao Wei out of the Sun Bay fishing venue and soon got into Xiao Wei's car parked at the roadside.

"What's the rush, Wei-ge?" Once in the car, Qian Wenjun couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing much! Was that fellow the expert brought in for this competition?" Xiao Wei calmly took out a cigarette, handed one to Qian Wenjun, and lit his own.

"Yes, it's him! Why call me out for this, I want to compete with him!" Qian Wenjun's emotions hadn't calmed down from losing one fish 'by chance' earlier.

"You can't win! That guy on the opposite side is quite skilled, he's deliberately keeping you tied!" Xiao Wei revealed astutely.

"What? How could someone control the score so precisely? I don't believe it!"

Upon hearing this statement, Qian Wenjun felt completely beyond his understanding of competitive fishing. To him, this was akin to walking a tightrope on a cliff, any slight mistake could ruin it.

Xiao Wei took a heavy drag on his cigarette, exhaled smoke rings, and said: "When the second round hadn't been going for twenty minutes, I was watching from the back, I can confidently tell you, he's intentionally pacing to keep his catch close to yours! You thought it was just bad luck? No, he's doing it deliberately!"

"Is there really someone who can control the score so precisely? That's amazing!" Hearing Xiao Wei's words, Qian Wenjun's thoughts started to waver.

Xiao Wei's skill surpasses Qian Wenjun's, and if Xiao Wei reached this conclusion after observing for twenty minutes, it shouldn't be a problem.

Xiao Wei shrugged: "I don't consider myself capable of such extremes, but I've seen quite a few experts who can manage a difference of three to five fish! If you trust me, just don't keep competing with him. If you don't believe it, you can go back and try again, but you'll definitely lose the next round!"

"Damn! That guy is really tricky!" Qian Wenjun held back for a while, agitatedly scratching his head, his tone full of anger and unwillingness after being played.

"A loss is a loss; knowing this gets you a lesson! Later, I'll ask around to see when such a young expert emerged in W City!" Xiao Wei continued.

"So, are we heading back now?"

"Let's stay in the car for a while. If we go back now and he provokes you, you'll be stuck again soon!"

"Alright then!"

The two smoked cigarettes and fiddled with their phones for half an hour in the car before getting out.

In the online world, there are no secrets. Xiao Wei indeed has some connections in the fishing community, and after querying his friends in W City, he quickly learned about Zhang Yang's background.

Upon discovering that Zhang Yang was the president of a fishing tackle company whose tackle business was large, and had personally won several local tournament championships, Qian Wenjun fell silent and no longer mentioned competing with him.

Being young was just a façade, but managing a successful tackle business and winning official tournament championships multiple times indicates that Zhang Yang definitely has a few tricks up his sleeve in fishing. Though Qian Wenjun was also known in the circle, a semi-professional angler, compared to Zhang Yang, he was just a novice.

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