Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 585 - 335: Ice Cream Freedom in the Arena (Part 2)

But at this moment, seeing Han Mocheng holding a plastic bag with at least three popsicles, one in each hand, already enjoying the freedom of popsicles, everyone still habitually swallowed their saliva.

"Damn! These few popsicles aren't enough to share, you guys eat first, I'll go get more!"

After Han Mocheng approached, he glanced at everyone, put down the plastic bag in his left hand, and turned to stride towards the distant cold drink stall.

Liu Zi looked at the three popsicles handed over, his small eyes pitifully looking at Zhang Yang.

"Boss, let's just have one popsicle to cool off, it should be fine, right? We do have them often!"

Hearing Liu Zi's nearly humble inquiry, Zhang Yang also softened a bit.

Avoiding cold foods is a consensus reached by the team for competitions, not an absolute requirement. It's ultimately an accumulation of experience, but emotionally, this understanding does feel a bit harsh on everyone.

"Yeah, boss, just one to cool off, it shouldn't be a big problem!" Meng Fan also swallowed some saliva.

Zhang Yang was amused by these two jokers: "Then let's have one for the sake of it! Everyone should be aware though, those with weak stomachs, don't eat popsicles and then get diarrhea!"

"Haha! Even if we get diarrhea, it's worth it!"

"Count me in, Brother Yan!!"

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Upon hearing Zhang Yang's approval, the group cheered quietly.

It's often said that men are forever young at heart; indeed, the happiness among men can be very simple. As grand as winning a competition, as small as a popsicle worth a few bucks.

In less than a minute, Han Mocheng came back with a bag full of popsicles.

"Come on, guys, don't be shy with me! Enjoy, and if it's not enough, I'll get more! Today all popsicle expenses are on Young Master Han!"

Zhang Yang took a popsicle with four rings, unwrapped it and grinned as he asked, "How did you do this morning?"

"Alright! I drew the slow fish section fish spot. We had surveyed the fish conditions before, and it was pretty much the same as our practice sessions! Both rounds should be within a top-five score! And you all?"

Zhang Yang replied, "Xiaobao and Brother Zhou didn't do too well, but the others are fine!"

"Well, that's not too bad, with so many of you together!" Han Mocheng nodded, saying.

"By the way, these popsicles aren't free of charge, I'll share some data Brother Yan collected this morning! If you get a mixed breeding spot in the afternoon, you might try this!

One pound of base bait, add about three to five milliliters of musk herbal wine, moisten and scatter to fish, it's quite effective!

Also for mixed breeding pits with slow fish, the musk herbal wine and ice popsicle flavor we tried before worked well too!"

Unlike his attitude towards Liu Wenjun and Old Liu's apprentice, Zhang Yang treated Han Mocheng like one of his own.

As the saying goes, when you eat someone's food, you speak softer; when you take someone's hand, you can't reach as far. Zhang Yang's group was taking both food and hand, treating Han Mocheng like an affluent landlord.

But after taking, they couldn't just accept without return, since they're all here for the competition, they must give something back.

Zhang Yang's return, apart from the herbal wine, was their summarization of the fish conditions.

Even though Han Mocheng wasn't part of Zhang Yang's team, Zhang Yang still had no intention of hiding anything. The information he shared was all valuable.

"Hehe, thanks! I was just about to ask you about the fish conditions in the other pits! These popsicles have a pretty high return on investment! Maybe we can have a drink together tonight?" Han Mocheng joked.

"No drinking or partying during the competition period! If you want a drink, wait until the competition is over, then I'll arrange something for you!" Zhang Yang shook his head, his attitude firm.

"Alright, we'll talk about it then!"

Han Mocheng chatted with Zhang Yang's team for a while, and it was almost time for the afternoon drawing session.

The loudspeaker once again announced for everyone to log into the public account applet to draw the seating for the afternoon competition. Upon hearing the information, almost all the athletes simultaneously pulled out their phones.

It must be said, this mobile drawing method greatly improved the efficiency of the competition draw. Logging into the draw page and tapping the screen completed the process, eliminating the cumbersome procedures of verifying and drawing numbers on stage.

Zhang Yang easily opened the draw page, silently wishing for the outer edge, then clicked.

Pond 4, B06

Upon seeing the drawn number, a faint sense of disappointment welled up in Zhang Yang's heart.

Pond 4, slow mixed fish pit, Group B, position 06 — an average spot that's neither good nor bad.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to complain about his luck, Han Mocheng suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Damn! I drew an outer edge!"

As the saying goes, the outer edge has magical powers. In competitive fishing, the outer edge indeed offers unparalleled geographic advantages.

When Han Mocheng shouted, at least dozens of eyes within a radius of dozens of meters focused on him.

"Damn, such good luck, which pond?" Wang Yan, having gotten familiar with Han Mocheng from a previous drinking session, came over to ask, full of envy.

"Fast fish mixed breed! East outer edge! Damn, I'm lucky today; I finally drew an outer edge!" Han Mocheng grinned, his tone as arrogant as could be.

"For fast fish mixed breeds, you might want to consider the baiting strategy our boss mentioned! I fished fast fish mixed breeds this morning and caught over 40 kilograms in both rounds! Fished like they were brand new!" Wang Yan added.

"Alright, moisten and scatter, three to five milliliters per pound of bait, I'll prepare an extra batch once I get there! If I do well, I'll organize a lamb feast for everyone later!"

"Deal!" Hearing about the lamb feast, Wang Yan nodded with a raised corner of his mouth and smiled.

The drawing allotted 15 minutes, and after that, the organized entry began. Zhang Yang, carrying his fishing box and rod package, mingled with the crowd and arrived at Pond 4's fishing spot.

The first thing upon reaching the spot was to observe the surroundings. A brief look already made Zhang Yang furrow his eyebrows slightly.

Spot 06, it seemed neither here nor there at first, but upon arrival, Zhang Yang found an obvious issue with the position.

A mere two meters behind to the right was one of the entry points, and some anglers used this entrance to get in. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Although not as crowded as the main entrance, this still inevitably had some impact on fishing performance.

This single factor dropped Zhang Yang's initial rating of the spot from 65 down to 50.

What does a score of 50 mean?

Failing, a comprehensive assessment indicating that even an average spot would be better!

In Zhang Yang's view, any decent spot should at least score a passing 60, but 50 was seldom encountered, and it appeared today was his unlucky day to land on such a spot.

Given the circumstances, there wasn't much to be done, as this was an open competition with no seat swapping. Zhang Yang shook his head slightly, set down his fishing box, and began his pre-competition preparations.

For a regular spot, Zhang Yang would usually prepare the bait according to the standard doses of musk wine and ice pop flavors they had worked out earlier.

However, noticing the subpar spot, Zhang Yang was worried the fish might be scared away by incoming anglers, so he decided to enhance the bait's aroma slightly.

Instead of the usual one to two milliliters of medicated wine per pound of bait, he added about half a milliliter extra.

With his head down, Zhang Yang prepared a bowl of bait, then took some and mixed in a bit of base bait, casually grabbing a handful of bran, and repeatedly added water, quickly preparing a ball of dough for hand-feeding the bait.

Moist-scatter cannon, paired with a subtly flavored soft sticky dough bait, the strategy followed was concentrated attraction with subtle fishing.

Once the bait was ready and the fishing equipment set up, Zhang Yang checked his watch. There were less than ten minutes left before the start of the competition.

He could only wonder how bad this sixth slot could get, and would have to adjust as he went along!