Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 357 God-Like Eight Matches and One Point

"Haha, I really want to go, but it's a bit unfortunate that our team has already made an appointment with a friend in advance! Why don't you add a WeChat account first, and make an appointment when you have a chance!" Zhang Yang declined with a smile.

"That's fine! Since we have made an appointment in advance, there will be a chance next time!" The referee didn't continue to fight, and nodded in a sensible way, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and added Zhang Yang's WeChat.

"okay!"

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After exchanging a few simple greetings, Zhang Yang signed his report card, and after saying hello, he walked out of the competition venue with his fishing box on his back.

Before reaching the assembly point, the referee surnamed Zhao just now sent a message to Zhang Yang.

"Congratulations to you in advance. If there are no accidents, you should also score one point in the group in the last round! One point in eight games, setting a record for the small score in the Diaowang Cup qualifiers!"

Along with the referee's information, there is also an electronic file of the athletes' total score ranking after the previous seven games.

"Received! Thank you!!"

After knowing what level of fisherman Zhang Yang was, the referee who had no friendship before offered an olive branch.

And Zhang Yang's experience in his previous life had already made him see through these so-called 'sophisticated people', so he casually said a few perfunctory words without taking it to heart.

When Zhang Yang came out carrying the fishing box and pole bag, most of the other team members were already waiting at the assembly point.

Han Mocheng was also in the crowd, and was spreading cigarettes for everyone with a smile. A box of Dasu that had just been opened was scattered around, and the speed visible to the naked eye was reduced by a small half, but he didn't care.

Han Qiang: "The captain has come out! How are you doing, boss?"

"Yes brother, how was the last fishing?" Meng Fan also cast a questioning look.

Zhang Yang thought of the strange experience of being next to a troublemaker last time, and grinned: "I met a big drifter, a big lead, and a splash of water to make trouble for me! I was irritated and gave a serious warning. I didn't shoot, and even dunked." One fish! If it wasn’t for the abstention, the final score would be -1!”

"Damn it! Someone interfered with your competition again? What about the result? How is it?"

"Damn it, which grandson is playing dirty? I'm a good one!" Wang Yan had a cigarette in his mouth, like a local hooligan, full of ruffian.

Zhang Yang also took the cigarette and lit it. After taking a puff, he said unhurriedly, "I arranged it! It doesn't affect the grade, one point! It's safe!"

"Damn it! The boss got one point in the last game, right? In that case, all eight games are one point?"

Han Mocheng looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief, and unconsciously frowned slightly.

"Haha, no accidents, it should be eight points! The referee just sent me the ranking document on WeChat! We are still stable in terms of technology!"

Zhang Yang showed his holiness in front of others, grinning and laughing a few times, this little 13 was pretended to be round by him.

"I'll call and book a hotel right now! It's the best in the city! Damn, let's drink something to celebrate tonight! This result is so awesome!!"

In front of everyone, Han Mocheng started to take out his mobile phone to make a phone call to book a hotel for the evening, and no one stopped him. On the contrary, they all felt that no matter what level of hotel they went to, it was absolutely necessary to celebrate the eight one-point game results. Not extravagant.

Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at Liu Zi and Xiao Meng who were walking over slowly.

"How did the six perform in the last game? Do you think they have a chance to be in the final?"

Liu Zi nodded: "It should be a small score! I still use the old method to fish, the mouth is not bad, and it is much better than other fishermen!"

"How much did you catch? How many points can you get in the group? I will study for you to see if there is a chance to be shortlisted and grab a spot."

"11.21kg, the most support for three points!!" Liu Zi said with certainty.

Zhang Yang took out his phone and quickly rummaged through the document he just received.

Needless to say, after Zhang Yang's simple calculation, if the six's judgment on his points is accurate enough, his total points should be in the top ten!

"I'll give you three points for the last game, even if the fisherman in front gets one point for this game! You should be able to rank tenth! If he gets three points, you can at least rank ninth! The finalists The possibility is huge!"

"Fuck! Really?" Upon hearing this data, Liu Zi jumped up happily.

He was on the verge of being shortlisted and eliminated, and he didn't know what to do. Hearing Zhang Yang's words, he felt that the big rock hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

After all, at a young age, her personality is relatively cheerful and lively, and her happy mood is written on her face.

However, Liu Zi's emotional intelligence is not too low. After being excited for three seconds, he slowly calmed down.

The rest of the team should be cold. He was too excited and seemed a bit indifferent to the feelings of his teammates.

"Okay, don't be dazed! There are a total of top ten finalists, and the few of us can get two places, which is considered extraordinary performance!

In an event like the Diaowang Cup qualifiers, it's normal for a half-court game to lead to poor final results and elimination! "Zhang Yang comforted everyone.

They were all adults, and everyone's mentality adjusted quickly. After a short time, everyone started talking and laughing again.

Taking advantage of the free time before the results were announced, Zhang Yang and the others loaded their respective fishing tackle into the car, and then stood in the corner of the parking lot chatting while waiting for the results to be announced.

I don't know who shouted: "The list is up!!"

All the fishermen who were waiting for the results to be announced surrounded them with a whimper, and surrounded the bulletin board where the printed list was posted.

In a game with hundreds of people, even if some of them abstained halfway and retired, but those who stayed in the field and haven't left, there are at least a hundred or so dozens of people left.

The staff posted the transcripts one by one, and the onlookers began to look for their own or acquainted friends' grades.

Just less than three seconds after they got around, they heard the same shit from the audience.

"Who knows this Zhang Yang? The grades are really monstrous, eight points for one point!"

"What? Eight points for one point? Are you kidding? How is it possible! Could it be a mistake? Where is it? Let me see!"

"The boss of Famous Fishing Tackle Company! He seems to be the one who made the Black Pit Jianghu! Awesome, really eight points and one point! This result is really hard!"

Anyway, Zhang Yang is also a prominent figure online. There are still quite a few people who know him in the fishing contest, and soon some people began to popularize his situation to those who don't know.

What is the founder of Xiaohuangmian, what is the famous fishing tackle, black pit and small medicine box, what is so awesome, what is going to Jinghai Garden to fish for pickups, and the team buys goods.

In short, those small achievements made by Zhang Yang were popularized by people who are familiar with Zhang Yang's achievements.

At this time, Zhang Yang led the rest of the team and came up unhurriedly.

"Damn it, I said Cao Cao Cao Cao is here! This is Teacher Zhang Yang! Congratulations, eight games and one point, unprecedented and unprecedented, a god-like fisherman!"

The science popularizer, who was spitting and flying around, turned around and saw Zhang Yang standing there smiling, and was immediately excited.

(End of this chapter)