Fishing Livestream
Chapter 503 - 503 490 1A10

503: Chapter 490 1A10 503: Chapter 490 1A10 Mu Lin continued, “It seems like it’s a student from the Hua Clan!

A few days ago, during the touring preliminary competition, Tiantian was livestreaming and even interacted with him!

His skills are quite good!”

“Damn, it turns out to be someone from the Hua Clan!

That explains it!” Leng Xiaojun took another glance at Yue Feng, etching the opponent’s features into his mind.

Within the small group of the Hua Clan, Han Luofeng felt somewhat uneasy seeing Yue Feng take the stage.

He, the proud captain of the club’s team, didn’t get the chance to speak and show his face, yet a student from the 30th term had stolen all the limelight.

Coach Ma glanced at Han Luofeng’s expression and whispered, “Feeling unbalanced?

If you’re unbalanced, then perform well tomorrow!

Connections and seniority can only add to your glory, but respect is something you earn for yourself, not something given by others!”

Although he didn’t mention any names or specifics, Han Luofeng still understood Coach Ma’s meaning and nodded silently.

…

The oath was only one page long, just a few hundred words, which Yue Feng quickly finished reading.

He bowed to the audience below and then turned to leave the stage.

After the oath was completed, the Referee provided a detailed explanation of the competition rules and procedures for all the athletes.

With such high standards for the event, the explanation of the rules was especially meticulous, making sure each and every point was covered, and even the scenarios that seemed vague and hard to define were clarified in advance.

This was done in an attempt to address any potential loopholes and details in the rules.

Once the rules were explained, Yue Feng thought the opening ceremony would be over, but to his surprise, the schedule included pre-checking the fishing rods and affixing verification stickers as well as drawing lots for tomorrow’s first round of competition positions.

Yue Feng had taken part in many competitions big and small, but this was the first time he encountered an opening ceremony held the day before the competition, followed by the drawing of lots.

The staff explained that it was based on the order of the competition zones.

When they called around the seventieth to eightieth names, it was Yue Feng’s turn.

He obediently responded, walking up to the lottery box.

After checking the athlete’s identity card, Yue Feng reached his hand into the box.

He grabbed a folded plastic ball, opened it, and inside was a rolled-up number paper.

He took a glance.

1A10

This number meant that in tomorrow’s first match, Yue Feng would be at the 10th fishing position in Group A of Pit 1, which is the 10th fishing position on the southern bank of Pit 1!

Seeing this number, Yue Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the first round was for target fish in Pit 1.

Position A10 should be located slightly west of the center on the south bank.

It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either—fairly standard.

During the earlier visit to the venue, Uncle Liu had mentioned that Pit 1 was the Fast Fish Zone with newly stocked live crucian carp, which was very suitable for anglers good at catching fast fish to score points.

This time, Yue Feng’s draw was quite decent.

After a while, Zhao Zheng also drew his number, but his luck wasn’t as good.

2C20.

That was the 20th position in Group C on the south bank of Pit 2, the slow fish zone.

The big edge on the east bank was position 25, putting him five fishing positions away from the big edge.

“Feng bro, what number are you?

Fast or slow fish zone?” Zhao Zheng asked, looking somewhat dismayed.

“1A10, you?”

“Damn, I got 2C20, slow fish zone!

No chance to benefit from the fast fish’s lead in the first round!”

Yue Feng reassured, “It’s okay, there are tactics for slow fish too.

When we go back tonight, I’ll help you prepare bait and additives specifically targeting that!”

“That’s all we can do!

Grab the rods and go get them checked.

I see there’s already a queue over there.

The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave!”

The three of them went back to where they had parked and took out their rods, then returned to the staff in charge of rod inspection.

According to the competition rules, for the target fish competition, the limit is 3.6 meters.

For the mixed fish competition, the limit is 5.4 meters.

Spare rods are allowed to be brought into the venue.

Yue Feng took out his own Chengying brand rods, casual and leisurely making his way to the inspection area.

There was already a line, but inspections were quick.

They only needed to fully extend the rods and measure them against a pre-marked length indicator.

Anglers who could participate in competitions of this level were definitely amongst the elite within the local fishing circles, and most of them used very luxurious equipment.

Gama, Dawa, Shimano—brands where a single rod can easily cost a few thousand—were very common, whereas domestic rods were a rare sight by comparison.

The rods Yue Feng had brought over were Chengying’s 3h and 5h.

Though beautifully finished, their style didn’t resemble those of the imported big brands, and holding them drew little attention.

Compared to him, Zhao Zheng was rather inhumane.

He held a brand-new Gama Speed Fighter, worth almost five thousand, casually in his hand without even a rod bag.

Yue Feng just glanced over and could already see the scratches on the paint from improper storage and handling, something that would break the hearts of true aficionados.

“Tsk, tsk, that’s too much.

You’re carrying the latest Speed Fighter like that?

Look at all those scratches.

Where’s the rod bag?” Yue Feng couldn’t help but comment.

Zhao Zheng didn’t care one bit, “Lost track of which car the rod bag is in, couldn’t be bothered to look for it and just brought it like this!

No problem, if the paint is scratched, I’ll just get a new one!”

“By the way, Feng, why don’t you ever use imported rods?

What brand is the one you’re using?

Looks pretty nice!”

Yue Feng spread his hands, “A friend gave it to me, it’s not for sale on the market!”

“Oh, I see!” Hearing this, Zhao Zheng lost interest and shrugged it off.

In the eyes of Zhao, a young master, problems that could be solved with money were not problems at all.

But for things not circulating in the market, throwing money at them was of no use.

He never worried about things beyond his capability.

After chatting idly for a while, it was finally Yue Feng’s turn.

He handed over his rods for the referee to check.

It wasn’t the first time a referee had gotten his hands on Yue Feng’s rods, but like the others before, the referee today was also visibly surprised by the Chengying rods, especially by the feel when fully extended.

However, since Yue Feng was a new face, the referee, despite his surprise, didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask too many questions.

Once he confirmed the lengths of the rods were correct, he stuck a tag on the handle.

With that tag, the rods were eligible to be brought into the competition venue the next day.

After inspecting the rods, all the preparations for the competition were in place.

Yue Feng checked the time; it was already past five in the evening.

The three of them put their rods back in the car and stayed there momentarily before heading towards the small hall where the opening banquet was being held.

With two hundred competing anglers plus team leaders and other accompanying staff, the small hall had prepared more than twenty tables.

The banquet hadn’t started yet, and only a few people had arrived early, nibbling on sunflower seeds, peanuts, and a pile of snacks laid out on the tables.

Yue Feng, who had brought his child with him, found a low-key corner to seat despite wearing a mask, as girls usually attracted more attention.

They cracked seeds, played with their phones, and killed the boring time.

After a little while, Zhou Ziqing and Tiantian also arrived, one after the other.

They signaled to Yue Feng with a couple of bell chimes and made their way over after spotting him.