Zhang Yang poured the fish into the basket, then Lin Nianwei, showing great foresight, grabbed the handle on the other side of the plastic basket, and together they lifted the fish onto the electronic scale.
94.6 jin!
Not over a hundred, but compared to the average catch of other anglers in the afternoon session, it still stood out, towering above the competition.
"If I remember correctly, you scored one point in the last round! There are still three people left to weigh, so it's probably another one point! Looks like you have a chance to win the championship!"
In an odd twist of fate, Lin Nianwei said this to Zhang Yang.
"Thanks for the good wishes!"
Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, thanked her, signed the score sheet, and returned to his fishing spot to pack his gear and prepare to leave.
Zhang Yang was feeling open-hearted, but Lin Nianwei's mood subtly changed after seeing his second-round catch.
