Time unknowingly reached past nine in the morning. After more than an hour of fishing, those in relatively good spots remained in quick succession of catches.
Zhang Yang had already completed his wide-ranging observations. He glanced at the teammates at their respective spots and strolled over to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan, a long-time 'star' angler in the black pit circles, was no longer an unknown figure. As he wandered by the pit, it didn't take long before fans and fellow anglers recognized him. Upon learning he came to scout out the area for tomorrow's match, fans generously offered him their fishing spot.
At this moment, Wang Yan shamelessly sat on a fan's fishing box, enjoying himself.
"Brother Yan! Hey, you're already at it. Have you no shame?" shouted Zhang Yang from a dozen meters away.
