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Chapter 399 - 399 388 To Capture Alive or to Let Slip

399: Chapter 388: To Capture Alive, or to Let Slip?

399: Chapter 388: To Capture Alive, or to Let Slip?

This training period had to be measured in months at the least!

Ordinary fishermen who would spend several months training specifically for short rod target fish were rare indeed.

However, Yue Feng’s statement wasn’t very precise, but it made enough sense that Yang Wenjian hesitated for a few seconds and did not probe any further.

“I see!” The instructor nodded, considering the question answered.

“Any other questions?

If not, I’m heading over there!” Yue Feng asked before leaving.

“Nope!”

…

After testing his casting, Yue Feng packed up his equipment and moved to the opposite side.

The only downside of the North Shore was that it got a bit sunny in the morning, making it uncomfortable to watch the floats.

But everyone had fishing umbrellas, and it was bearable under them.

Sitting next to Zhao Zheng, Yue Feng stretched lazily, finally relaxing a bit.

“Not bad, you passed too!

How about we have a friendly fish-off?” Zhao Zheng said casually as his eyes swept over Yue Feng.

At that moment, Qin Hu, who had passed earlier, also joined in.

“A fish-off?

Count me in!”

Hearing Qin Hu say this, Yue Feng was originally going to decline, but he changed his mind and nodded.

“Should we ask Brother Guan to join in?” Yue Feng suggested.

“Sure, I’ll go ask him!” Zhao Zheng stood up and headed towards Guan Ping’an.

Soon Guan Ping’an came over with his gear, clearly having accepted Zhao Zheng’s invitation for a fish-off.

“How shall we play?” Guan Ping’an asked first after arriving, clearly interested in the fish-off.

Yue Feng turned his head to Qin Hu, “What do you say?

I’m good with anything!”

“Let’s make it a one-hour competition for the number of target fish.

Bring your own bait!” Qin Hu suggested.

“Sounds good!” Zhao Zheng and Guan Ping’an both nodded in agreement, finalizing the rules.

“Let’s prepare first, no rush, let’s start after the bait is ready and the floats adjusted!

Ten minutes to prepare!” Yue Feng said casually.

As he spoke, Yue Feng was facing Zhao Zheng sideways and gave him a discreet wink.

Zhao Zheng, the sly fox, caught on immediately and nodded subtly without showing any reaction.

Yue Feng quickly started preparing, opening the bait, adjusting the float, and getting ready for the competition.

Yue Feng’s bait was very simple.

He casually took out a pack of Steel Pellet No.

2, used it alone without mixing, added a tiny bit of State Bait for slight adjustment, and dropped a few drops of Musk Wine.

“Give me some of your bait, I won’t make my own!” Zhao Zheng came over with his food container and casually asked for some bait, and Yue Feng, who had prepared a generous amount of bait, gave him half.

From start to finish, the matter of Zhao Zheng asking for bait wasn’t hidden.

However, Qin Hu and Guan Ping’an felt slightly perturbed by it.

Though the fish-off wasn’t an official competition, the process of fishing next to each other was quite intense.

Losing a bet was a minor issue, but the key was the embarrassment!

Zhao Zheng didn’t seem to take it seriously at all, seeing the way Yue Feng casually prepared his single product commercial bait.

His attitude was already half-hearted from the start.

The ten minutes passed quickly.

Qin Hu, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a few playing cards, wrote different numbers on them, and the four of them drew lots to determine their seats.

Yue Feng casually drew a number, 24, which was the westernmost of the four seats, providing him a slight advantage.

“Tsk tsk!

We brothers are pretty lucky!” As soon as Yue Feng’s draw was revealed, Zhao Zheng said with a grin, flashing his teeth.

He had drawn number 27.

The four fishing positions were 24, 25, 26, and 27.

Yue Feng and Zhao Zheng had drawn the positions on the extremities, with Qin Hu at 25 and Guan Ping’an at 26 in the middle.

“The instructor said there are over a hundred thousand fish inside, plenty of fish to go around.

The position doesn’t matter much!

Don’t get cocky now, be careful you don’t end up last!” Yue Feng said cheerfully.

“It’s all just for fun, winning or losing doesn’t matter!

How much are we betting per game?

Thirty or fifty?

What’s the plan?” Zhao Zheng was totally indifferent.

Qin Hu suggested, “Let’s go with thirty, thirty per game.

The second-place finisher breaks even, the first-place takes the lion’s share, and the third and fourth fill in the gaps!”

“Okay!

No problem!!”

This setup was basically the going rate, one session per hour, and it was already eight o’clock.

They could at most play two or three sessions in the morning.

With the rules set, the four of them took their seats.

At Qin Hu’s command, the fishing began!

The fish at Hua School were completely unfamiliar to all four, but none panicked once they started fishing; they followed their respective strategies.

Yue Feng’s approach was quite simple: see the move, counter the move.

For his first cast, he casually threw down two lures.

The morning temperature was just right, prime time for the fish to feed.

Once the first rod went down, the float showed some action.

Winning in this kind of fish pinching scenario mainly tested an angler’s on-the-spot judgment, which naturally came from observing the float and how the fish were biting!

From just the first bite, Yue Feng judged that the fish’s feeding desire was quite high, and their activity was also superb.

The float showed many distinct bites.

He lifted the rod and struck the fish successfully!

After hooking the fish, Yue Feng didn’t rush to stop the needle and unload the fish.

Instead, he manually picked up the fish and removed the hook, taking the chance to observe where the hook was positioned in the mouth.

The hook was situated right in the center at the twelve o’clock position, slightly inward, indicating a very clean bite.

Now Yue Feng was confident, the fish were biting well.

He could speed up the frequency and fish as if the bites were fresh.

With a preliminary judgment in mind, Yue Feng began to cast his rod frantically, increasing his pace.

His technique with the lures focused mainly on scraping the bait coat to enlarge the bait cluster as much as possible, creating nests while continually capturing bites.

After about a dozen casts, the spot Yue Feng was working was swarming with fish.

After the float tipped over, it was high in the water, showing bites easily; a slight slack would land a fish with double tails.

Fishing in such relatively fresh conditions was something Yue Feng excelled at.

He firmly controlled the rhythm, replenishing the fishing spot when needed and capturing double tails when the opportunity arose.

He looked relaxed and unhurried, but in reality, his fishing efficiency was very high.

The four of them were fishing in the entire Practice Pole Pond, where fish were plentiful.

The competition was about who had the highest efficiency and the best bait.

In these aspects, especially with the bait, Yue Feng held a clear advantage.

All four were in a rapid fishing state, making it difficult to distinguish among them.

An hour of intense fishing time passed by in a blink.

The pre-set alarm rang!!!

Almost simultaneously, all four put down their fishing rods.

“Phew…

the fish here at the Practice Pole Pond bite too well.

Could it be that these are fresh fish just put in?” Zhao Zheng yawned, stretching and relaxing his stiff neck.

“I don’t know, there are plenty of bites, but they’re not exactly fresh.

Many small actions didn’t catch fish.

They might be between early slippery to mid-slippery stage!” Guan Ping’an offered a completely different assessment.

“I also feel the fish are a bit slippery!” Qin Hu agreed.

Of course, Yue Feng knew why the same fishing yielded different judgments; those few drops of Musk Herbal Wine had played a decisive role.