"Attention all participants, there's only one minute left until the competition ends! When the concluding whistle sounds, please put down your fishing rods and remain seated while the staff tallies the results!"
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Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, the competition is over!"
The whistle sounded, Zhang Yang lifted his rod at the last second but it came up empty, then casually placed the rod back on the stand.
This fishing session nearly drove Zhang Yang to nervous exhaustion. With high mental focus, the fish biting signals were weak and slow, causing him to fear missing any move.
After a session of fishing, Zhang Yang's net contained a total of nineteen fish, not even breaking the twenty-fish mark.
As the competition wrapped up, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
The fish situation was indeed terribly poor, but Zhang Yang at least caught some fish, which was a lot better than many others on the field who caught none.
