The competition is over!
A loud whistle sounded, and Zhang Yang placed his fishing rod on the stand and let out a sigh of relief.
What an exciting fishing match!
Competitive contests and dark pits are similar, but anglers have noticeable differences in mentality. Zhang Yang relaxed from a state of high concentration, feeling a rush of adrenaline followed by a soothing calm.
"Hey, buddy, what's your name?" Just as he placed down his fishing rod, someone patted Zhang Yang's shoulder from behind.
Zhang Yang turned his head to look and found the other person had a referee's badge hanging around his neck, so he politely grinned, "Hello, I'm Zhang Yang!"
"You fished well, huh? I've been standing behind you watching for a while! Have you trained professionally?" Referee Old Yang continued to ask.
"No! I just fish casually in the wild and at dark pits! It's my first competition!" Zhang Yang scratched his head, responding humbly.
