Fishing Livestream Chapter 400 - 400 389 Sly Mode

400: Chapter 389: Sly Mode 400: Chapter 389: Sly Mode Yue Feng knew exactly what was going on but didn’t spell it out.

Pretending to be confused, he said, “I also feel that the fish are a bit slippery.

Anyway, let’s count the fish!

The fish are really biting today, and it’s such a pleasure to fish them.

Let’s take advantage of the cool morning and have so more fun!”

“Let’s do it!” Zhao Zheng was the first to pull up his Fish Guard.

He had a decent number of catches within an hour, covering the 40-caliber base of the Fish Guard with a layer of fish.

Zhao Zheng counted carefully and ended up with 187 fish in one hour.

Although the speed was not extrely exaggerated, it was still above a dium pace.

“Tsk-tsk, not bad at all, my man Zhao Zheng!” Qin Hu praised after finishing counting his fish.

“It should all be similar.

Hurry up and count!

We’re on to the next round soon; don’t waste ti!” Zhao Zheng responded.

Qin Hu looked pretty unhappy when he finished counting the fish in his Fish Guard, and his face got even gloomier when Yue Feng’s final count ca out.

In the end, Qin Hu caught 155 fish, Guan Ping’an 179 fish, and Yue Feng 192 fish.

The first round of the competition had been fast, but Yue Feng and Zhao Zheng took the top two spots, with Yue Feng leading by a whopping thirty-seven fish over Qin Hu!

“It seems the fishing spots have quite a big effect!

The scores of Old Qin in the middle and Brother Guan were sowhat affected!

Shall we continue with the second round?” Yue Feng gave them an excuse.

“Co on, I refuse to believe I’ll stay in last place again!” Qin Hu said through gritted teeth, refusing to accept defeat.

“Who doesn’t have dumplings during the New Year, eh?

It’s just one round; it doesn’t an anything!” Zhao Zheng chid in.

Soon the second round began, and this ti Qin Hu got the edge position he wanted, while Yue Feng, less lucky, ended up in the middle.

Having tested the waters in the first round, Yue Feng was much more confident this ti.

Matching Qin Hu’s fishing rhythm and casting frequency, he quickly got in the zone!

Having won over thirty fish against Qin Hu in the first round without much prep, Yue Feng decided to play it a bit safer at the start of the second round and consciously engaged in “Dual-tasking.”

What is “Dual-tasking”?

Well, it’s quite simple: it’s the sa thing Yue Feng had tried before, keeping real-ti track of both his and his neighbor’s fish count.

He rembered not only how many fish he had caught but also tried to rember Qin Hu’s count as much as possible.

Based on these numbers, he intentionally adjusted the pace of baiting and catching to narrow the fish count gap while aiming for victory.

There’s a saying that goes, “Scoring high isn’t the real skill; controlling the score is.” This is not unlike what Yue Feng was trying to accomplish.

At first, Yue Feng struggled a bit with “Dual-tasking,” always half a beat too slow involuntarily, but as the fishing situation smoothed out, he got used to the rhythm.

Not satisfied with just keeping up, Yue Feng craftily controlled the timing of his casts and lifts to stagger them with Qin Hu’s hits, to avoid distractions that could cause him to lose count.

Once he entered this crafty mode, Yue Feng felt like he firmly had the upper hand over the situation, deepening his understanding of the fish activity.

When the alarm sounded again, Yue Feng clearly rembered his count—188 fish; Qin Hu next to him, 181 fish, just seven more than his opponent.

“Ti’s up, let’s count the fish!” Zhao Zheng stood up, a winner’s smile on his face.

He had caught plenty of fish this round, and changing spots had not affected him in the slightest.

Having figured out the rhythm of the fish, he accelerated his frequency, feeling like he perford even better than in the last round.

Zhao Zheng’s count was quickly tallied up—186 fish!

Hearing the final count, Yue Feng grinned.

At the very least, he had two guys with fewer fish than himself.

Conservatively speaking, that put him at second place, ensuring he didn’t lose any money this round.

Zhao Zheng finished counting, and then it was Brother Guan’s turn.

Guan Ping’an had a haul of 182 fish this ti, just slightly better than his last performance.

After the scores were tallied, Yue Feng knew he had taken first place again, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curve upward as he casually picked up his Fish Guard.

“Squad leader, what are you smiling about?” Qin Hu glanced at Yue Feng, just in ti to catch the smile on his lips.

“The scores are pretty tight, I roughly counted about a hundred and eighty tails for myself!” Yue Feng said.

“Count them, I feel like your speed is about the sa as mine!” Qin Hu said, refusing to believe it.

Soon the count was out, indeed 188 tails, exactly the sa as what Yue Feng had rembered.

Finally, it was Qin Hu’s count, and with the last fish thrown into the pond from the basin, it ca to 181.

Awkward again.

The scores this ti were very close for the four people, with only a single-digit difference, but Qin Hu was still at the bottom.

“You caught up in speed this ti!” Yue Feng said.

Nice words are easy to say, the speed did catch up, that wasn’t a lie, but when it ca to picking fish, Qin Hu was still at the bottom.

He scratched his head, his complexion a bit unnatural.

Qin Hu had originally been quite confident in his Fishing Skill, but he didn’t expect to find hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the people.

The few guys who passed the instructor’s first round of tests were no pushovers.

After two rounds of fish picking, he was at the bottom; this could not be explained by luck anymore.

Bad luck once, what about twice?

Thrice?

“Continue?

We can go for another round before class ends!” Zhao Zheng continued to egg them on.

“Let’s do it!” Qin Hu gritted his teeth.

Losing money was a small matter, but he couldn’t let his montum fall.

Keep going!

He refused to believe in this bad luck!

But disbelief was no use, an hour passed, and the third round had finished.

The third round’s results were almost unchanged from the previous two.

Qin Hu lost once more by a few fish and ended up at the bottom for the third ti, losing a total of 90 yuan!

“Damn it, this is too bizarre!

I always feel like there’s sothing off!” The more Qin Hu picked fish, the more confused he beca, losing enough to start doubting his life.

“Haha, Brother Hu, you’re joking.

You’re just going easy on us, right?

Let’s continue in the afternoon!” Zhao Zheng said, his words lacking sincerity.

“I’m off to get so food, we’ll talk in the afternoon!” Qin Hu called out and left with his gear on his back.

When Guan Ping’an had gone, only Yue Feng and Zhao Zheng were left to pack up their stuff.

“Not bad, Feng, the effect of your single-use bait is aweso!” Zhao Zheng couldn’t help but exclaim.

Yue Feng said, “It’s the dicinal Wine!

The bait itself doesn’t have much of an advantage!”

“This dumbass Qin Hu thought he could take advantage of us.

Now he’s embarrassed.

Let’s see how he reacts this afternoon.

If he resists, we’ll continue the showdown!” Zhao Zheng said fiercely.

Yue Feng didn’t really take the fish picking to heart, but the instructor’s test in the morning gave him inspiration for a cody sketch.

“Let’s not talk about fish picking, I’ve got an idea for a sketch!

How about we do a casting accuracy challenge?” Yue Feng suggested, struck by inspiration.

Zhao Zheng instantly reacted, asking curiously, “The sa kind as this morning’s test?”