After being tense for the entire competition, the moment of weighing in brought a sense of relief.
Zhang Yang signed his name at the back of the score sheet, then started humming a tune as he packed up his fishing gear.
With two rounds done, the morning competition ended. There were two more rounds in the afternoon, starting at 1:30, allowing plenty of time to rest and eat in between.
Once he finished packing, Zhang Yang left the competition field with his fishing box on his back.
In the waiting area, after a few minutes, Meng Fan and Liu Zi came out one after another.
"How did you do, Brother Yang? The fishing at the entrance was tough, right? How much did you catch?" As soon as he came out, Meng Fan asked with concern.
After all, Zhang Yang was the core strength of their team, and the big spot at the entrance was the worst position. Meng Fan feared Zhang Yang might have faltered in the second round.
