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Chapter 403 - 403 392 Winning a Sweepstakes

403: Chapter 392: Winning a Sweepstakes 403: Chapter 392: Winning a Sweepstakes At this moment, Zhao Zheng, who had just drifted off to sleep on another bed, heard the commotion and glanced at Yue Feng, unable to refrain from asking.

A greeting jolted Yue Feng back to reality.

He suddenly came to his senses and, because his attention relaxed, his propped-up arms suddenly collapsed in an unseemly fashion, flopping onto the bed.

“Uh!

I was just watching a video of someone doing plank supports and got the itch to try it myself!” Yue Feng blurted out a careless excuse.

“Your form a moment ago looked pretty standard, but be careful, the single bed is too small!” Zhao Zheng said.

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful next time!” Yue Feng nodded.

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At two-thirty in the afternoon, the students arrived punctually at the Practice Pole Pond, and after roll call, they continued the basic casting skill training assigned by the instructor in the morning.

According to the training plan, this kind of basic skill training was to last three days.

Although everyone was somewhat disgruntled, nobody raised any objections.

They just carried on with their practice, figuring they could slack off a bit when the instructor wasn’t around.

The only people who had passed the instructor’s assessment remained Yue Feng and his three companions.

After gathering in the afternoon, they stuck to the old routine, continuing their competitive fishing!

The weather was scorching, and the fish activity had significantly decreased compared to the morning, but Yue Feng and his group didn’t mind at all, continuing to battle under the sun umbrellas.

As the fish activity slowed, Yue Feng’s dual-tasking technique became more and more proficient.

Having mastered keeping track of his own and one adjacent angler’s catches, Yue Feng set a new goal for himself—to increase the total number of anglers he observed to three.

In the afternoon, however, Qin Hu became much smarter.

Instead of asking everyone to prepare their bait separately, he had them mix a communal bait.

It was evident that he must have reviewed the morning’s fishing contest during the midday break and realized the impact of the differences in bait.

For Yue Feng, who possessed master-level casting skills, it was very simple to gain an advantage; he had only used less than half of his effort that morning.

Faced with the request for communal bait, Yue Feng readily agreed, so the competition in the afternoon became suspenseful.

Using the bait prepared by Brother Guan, Zhao Zheng finally experienced the sensation of bite detection with ordinary bait; astonishingly, he ended up last in the first fishing contest of the afternoon, catching everyone off guard.

In the three fishing contests that afternoon, Yue Feng finished first twice and second once, maintaining a stable performance.

After a day of intensive practice, Yue Feng returned to the dormitory after dinner, washed his dirty clothes from the day, and then began to explore the effects of his newly acquired identity.

Through some simple tests, Yue Feng noticed a slight improvement in his strength and coordination.

Usually, he could do about forty push-ups in one go, but after obtaining his new identity, he was barely able to push to fifty.

Besides, after completing the three fishing contests that afternoon, Yue Feng felt a significant reduction in the soreness and swelling in his wrists, arms, and neck, which was most likely due to the effect of the new auxiliary skill, “Basic Muscle Relaxation.”

The next day, Yue Feng and Zhao Zheng returned to the Practice Pole Pond for more fishing practice, and just after completing one session, three guys dressed in the full gear of the Hua Clan’s Sunscreen Clothing appeared at the Pond.

The guy in the lead was about 178 cm tall, appearing quite lean, with a long face, narrow eyes, and dark skin.

He sported a neat buzz-cut, looking rather spirited.

The one beside him had an average build, with a square face, wide mouth, and broad nose, appearing quite honest and sincere.

The last person was someone Yue Feng recognized—Xiao Hai, the student they had met at noon.

He didn’t recognize the other two.

“Yo!

Xiao Hai, Duan Peng, Lei Zi!

Why are you guys here?

Didn’t you go out for a competition?” From a distance, Qin Hu called out to the three men, seemingly acquainted with them.

Soon enough, the three guys, with their gear on their backs, made their way to where Qin Hu and his group were.

The lanky Duan Peng pulled out a pack of cigarettes and passed them around, lighting up one for himself he said, “Just chased after a Class Four competition yesterday, rested for two days, and heard from a friend that there are some pretty badass students this time around.

Couldn’t help but come over for a look!”

“That’s right, no joke!

Apart from me coming in last, those three fellows are pretty skilled!

From yesterday to today, they’ve fought over seven or eight rounds, poured hundreds of bucks into it, and hardly saw any returns!” Qin Hu gestured with his chin towards Yue Feng and his group, speaking with a sense of resentment.

“What do we call each other, guys?

I’m Duan Peng, this is my brother Lei Ming next to me, and next to him is Xiao Hai.

We’re all contracted anglers with the club!” Duan Peng gave a brief introduction.

Yue Feng and Zhao Zheng introduced themselves in turn, and just like that, the group got acquainted.

“How about it, we’re idle anyway, why not join us for a few rounds?” Duan Peng suggested.

Ever since the introductions were made, Yue Feng could feel a subtle hostility from the three newcomers, and after hearing the suggestion to compete in fishing, he shook his head, “You guys are professionals, it doesn’t seem right to compete with us.

Isn’t that bullying?”

Zhao Zheng was slightly stunned to hear these words coming from Yue Feng.

In his impression, Yue Feng was not someone to back down easily.

It was just a fishing competition, not a life-or-death matter; was it really necessary to be so worried?

Though he couldn’t wrap his head around it, his cunning kept him from interjecting, choosing instead to watch how things unfolded.

“Tsk tsk, and here I thought you were the class leader; don’t you have any guts?

The stocking density in the competition pool is high, it’s just us few here competing, and what’s there to be afraid of with bets as small as thirty to fifty bucks?” Duan Peng glanced at Yue Feng, squinting as he spoke.

“Exactly!

You’re more skilled than me, and I’m not scared, so what are you afraid of?

It’s all just for fun!” Qin Hu, now with some support, egged him on from the side.

Qin Hu, despite studying at the Hua School, was actually a competitive angler himself and had won some Class Four competitions, which is how he met Duan Peng and the others during the tournaments.

While the other party spoke, Yue Feng carefully sensed their hostility and confirmed that these fellows were indeed the source of it.

Such intense hostility on a first meeting left Yue Feng unsure of what he might have done to offend them, but that was not important.

All that mattered was confirming it was because of them.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Yue Feng curled his lip and glanced at Duan Peng,”Playing a few rounds is fine, but just doing thirty a match isn’t exciting enough.

Let’s do fifty!

Forty minutes per round, winner takes all.

Do you dare?”

The others were visibly shaken upon hearing this.

Fishing bouts can follow many different rules; the previous ones were relatively mild, mainly to refine skills and pass the time.

In contrast, the stakes Yue Feng proposed were in another league entirely.

Adding the three newcomers, there were seven people in total.

If the winner took all, one could win several hundred bucks in one go.

This was a pure gamble, no different in essence from playing poker or Texas Hold’em, except it relied on skill.

Upon hearing this, Guan Ping’an shook his head, “You guys go ahead, I’m out!”

Zhao Zheng, on the other hand, was eager: “Count me in, I’m joining!”

Duan Peng hesitated for half a second after hearing the rules, but then reminded himself that he was a somewhat renowned competitive angler.

It would be too embarrassing to back down now, so he readily agreed.

“Fine, no problem!”

“Let’s get started then!

First, prepare the bait mix, then draw lots, and change spots!”

Yue Feng threw out the challenge and turned to open his fishing box, searching for bait and additives.

Things were about to get serious.