Mr. Saito hadn’t noticed the details of the first four fish that Lin Yang had caught, but he had seen everything from the mont the float started to move, to the bite, and finally to the lifting of the rod to catch the fish.
At that mont, Mr. Saito’s pride and confidence vanished in an instant.
"You... you..."
"What about ? Did I break any rules, or is there sothing you think is problematic? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of ti left before the end of the competition. If you can find sothing that goes against the rules, I won’t mind if the first six fish don’t count."
Lin Yang didn’t mind at all. Six fish might sound like a lot, but they were just the result of three casts for him.
Now that a substantial density of fish had gathered at the feeding spot, what difference would another six fish make?
"Mr. Lin Yang is joking! I guess Mr. Saito is just surprised by your performance, not questioning your skill!" Yoshino hastily tried to smooth things over.
"Is that right, Mr. Saito?" Lin Yang said, refusing to let go of the issue.
"Uh... uh... yes! But the thod you use is completely different from ours. I think this difference in techniques doesn’t reflect the true skill of an angler!"
Mr. Saito was extrely reluctant to concede, but the way out Yoshino provided was hard to ignore. After hesitating for so ti, he finally softened and shifted the bla towards the difference in fishing techniques.
"Okay, not bad. Just for the attitude you’ve shown, I’ll cooperate once more. You think the difference in techniques doesn’t reflect on our skills, right? I’ll let you have the first six fish and the feeding spot. I’ll catch fish using your technique!"
After saying this, Lin Yang did sothing very unexpected. He stood up, lifted the bottom of the keepnet, and poured all the fish out.
Don’t think that lifting the keepnet was just about letting go of the six fish. What Lin Yang really gave up, besides the fish, was the feeding spot in front of him.
Why do I say that?
When fishing with a short 3.6-ter rod in nearly two ters of water depth, the feeding spot was very close to the angler’s position. The mont the keepnet was lifted out of the water, the loud noise scared away the fish gathered there.
Even Mr. Saito was surprised to see this. Despite the difference in their skills, even he knew the common sense of not disturbing the feeding spot by lifting the keepnet.
This Chinese man knew full well that such an action would startle the fish in the feeding spot, yet he chose to do it anyway. What was he trying to achieve?
After all this, Lin Yang turned his head to look at Mr. Saito again, "Alright, now that the feeding spot is ruined! Now, starting from zero catch, I’ll use your bait and your thod. Do you think I still have a chance to win this competition?"
Mr. Saito didn’t say anything but shook his head.
Over 20 minutes of the competition had passed. He had seven fish while still getting bites at his feeding spot, and with Lin Yang starting from scratch, the chances of catching up seed slim.
In Mr. Saito’s shoes, if it had been him, he was 100% sure he couldn’t catch up.
"No confidence, huh? I may have crushed you on the strategic level, which you may find hard to accept. Now I will demonstrate using your thod." After saying this, Lin Yang put away the stiff rod he used for whipping casts and picked up a 5h-softness flexy rod that he had used earlier.
He didn’t use the bait he had prepared in advance either, asking Yoshino to help take half of the bait from Mr. Saito’s mixing bowl that he was currently using.
Even Yue’er and her group were a bit puzzled now.
He could have won with a large margin without any suspense, so why start over? It didn’t make sense to them.
Not only did they find it hard to understand, but the viewers in the live stream were also feeling that Lin Yang was being too kind to Mr. Saito.
Facing such a haughty challenge, it warranted a sound slap in the face, and leaving him any dignity was irresponsible to oneself.
Everyone thought so, but Lin Yang had an even more extre idea. Slapping him was too low, crushing him in spirit was a far more devastating move.
Lin Yang aid not only to win the competition but also to completely crush Mr. Saito’s pride and confidence.
After switching bait and to a relatively softer rod, he continued to cast.
While he claid to be using Mr. Saito’s thod, Lin Yang still made adjustnts in the details, such as pushing up the lead seat to start with a small flying lead, which is the best strategy for catching this type of fish.
The float and bait entered the water normally, followed by a leisurely turnover and then a slow and steady descent. During this process, the flour-based bait absorbed water, swelled up, and broke apart layer by layer, attracting nearby fish to feed...
Just patiently casting for the third ti, the float moved again. The slow movent of the sub-line made it easier for the fish to catch up and feed, greatly increasing the chances of hooking the bait.
Lin Yang precisely tid the bite and lifted the rod to hook the fish. Another round high-back crucian carp was caught, sprinting just along the water’s surface, easily sliding into the landing net, then hook removal, and into the keepnet—clean and efficient!
Soon, the second fish, the third fish, the fourth fish...
Despite being so close to each other and using the sa bait, Lin Yang’s line almost always saw action with every cast, averaging a fish every two or three casts.
By contrast, Mr. Saito had action with double bait in water but had far fewer proper bites.
In less than 10 minutes, Lin Yang from zero had caught up in the number of caught fish. During that ti, Mr. Saito only got two fish into his keepnet, making his total catch still just nine fish.
"Now do you admit defeat, Mr. Saito?" Lin Yang raised his head again and squinted looking at the increasingly tense Mr. Saito.
"Impossible, it must be the feeding spot you baited earlier that affected the school! With the sa bait, there can’t be such a big discrepancy! I don’t accept this!"
Mr. Saito couldn’t accept being crushed by Lin Yang again, his facial expressions barely holding together.
"Ha-ha, okay, no worries, I’ll give you another chance. How about we switch places?" Lin Yang twisted the knife further.
"Really? You’ll swap spots with ?"
"Yeah, sure. Just so you don’t have any excuses after losing. I’ll give you my spot. There are 17 minutes left in the competition. If you can win, I’ll still consider it my loss."
"Don’t regret it!"
"Don’t worry, I couldn’t possibly regret it." Lin Yang said confidently.
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