"Damn, if he advances, that'll be hilarious. He advanced on his first visit to our fishing association. Does that mean we're really bad?" one of the guys joked.
"Hahaha, if we're all going to be bad together, then we're all going to be bad together. What's there to be afraid of?"
Ye Cheng originally planned to wait until everyone had left and then secretly call the referee over to take a look. He estimated that he could score, but he didn't want to be too conspicuous.
However, seeing how honest these fishermen were, Ye Cheng felt embarrassed to chase them away any longer, so he asked someone to help carry the water tank to the referee.
"Referee! Referee! Come on, get on the scale."
"Yes, hurry up, everyone's waiting."
The referee scooped all the fish out of the tank, threw them into a basket, moved the weight on the scale, and shouted loudly,
"21 jin and 4 liang!"
When the results were announced, Ye Cheng was overjoyed. 21 jin (16.5 catties) was a good result.
"Come on, look, 28th place, 28th place, wow, they actually advanced."
The fishing results were all written on a big blackboard. Cui Shuran was number one. There was no way around it; he was just that awesome.
Ye Cheng ranked 28th. The top 30 advanced, and Ye Cheng actually made it.
Even Ye Cheng himself found it hard to believe that his luck stat was good enough to advance today!
Unbelievable!
Ye Cheng excitedly pumped his fist. He had advanced this time, and he was certain that he wouldn't only have a luck value of 30 in the next final.
That will be the time to showcase my true skills—no, I mean my truly systematic approach.
When the time comes, I will stand in the highest position and lift the World Cup trophy with all my might.
Just as Ye Cheng was getting a little carried away with his fantasy, a series of counting sounds rang out, shattering his illusion.
"Number 89, 22 jin (11 catties)."
"Number 100, 21.8 jin (14.4 catties)"
"Number 43, 26 jin (13 catties)"
Ye Cheng was stunned when three people in a row were taller than him.
He looked at the scoreboard, and holy crap!
I've dropped to 31st place! Damn it, I've fallen off the qualifying list all of a sudden.
And he's only half a pound less than Old Chen, number 100. Is this just deliberately trying to annoy people?
"Hehe, sorry, I took your spot." Old Chen chuckled and patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder.
He caught fewer fish than Ye Cheng, but they were heavier.
Brother Dafu: "I thought my first visit would really create a miracle, but God is fair after all."
"Our club is full of hidden talents, hahaha."
"This kid should have fished a little longer; maybe if he had caught another one, he could have reached 30th place."
Ye Cheng was also a little annoyed. He had indeed been a bit careless. When these people surrounded him, he felt a little irritated and stopped fishing.
If I change the bait and fish for another 20 minutes, I might actually catch a few more.
However, since it was already a fait accompli, Ye Cheng didn't think much about it.
I learned a lot from participating in this competition, so it was worth it.
The competition ended, and the players who advanced chatted with each other, making plans to meet again.
As for the fish caught today, the association arranged for buyers to be on the side.
You can choose to take the fish you catch home yourself or sell them to a buyer.
Ye Cheng looked at his 20-plus kilograms of fish, and without much thought, sold them directly to the buyer, earning a total of over 100 yuan.
Looking at the hundred-odd yuan in his hand, Ye Cheng was truly at a loss for words.
At the end of the day, not only did I lose a lot of points, but I didn't even make any money.
The only good thing was that I got a free lunch.
Without thinking too much about it, Ye Cheng put his things on his motorcycle and rode home.
On his way back, he made a detour to the bank and withdrew 10,000 yuan for Duan Chunsheng, which was the money he had promised to lend him.
Since it was getting late anyway, Ye Cheng ate a bowl of noodles in the city before heading back.
Before dinner, he called Zhao Zhiming and told him about the result of the competition.
Zhao Zhiming already knew, and comforted Ye Cheng for a bit. He had originally planned to have dinner with Ye Cheng, but something came up that evening and he couldn't make it.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ye Cheng ate a simple meal, bought some braised duck necks and wings, and set off on his way home.
After a long day, it's not too much to eat some braised dishes, is it?
It would make sense to have some beer with it.
Ye Chenggang, who was all set to enjoy himself that evening, rode his bike to his front door and saw that the gate was wide open.
Is this the eldest brother or the eldest sister-in-law?
He parked the car with a puzzled look and went inside. As soon as he entered the house, he heard "ho ho" and "uh uh" sounds.
Ye Cheng's face darkened. Damn it, this is Diablo 2.
When I went into my room, sure enough, Xiao Hu, that simpleton, was squatting in front of his computer, playing a Barbarian and hacking away, completely oblivious to the fact that someone had come in.
Ye Cheng quietly approached from behind, stood behind him, and shouted sharply, "What are you doing?"
Poor Little Tiger was hacking away at an elite skeleton when Ye Cheng yelled at him, scaring him so much that he jumped up.
"who?"
"Damn, bro, it's you! You scared me to death!"
After seeing who it was, Xiao Hu muttered a few complaints and then quickly sat down.
In just a few seconds, the screen went dark, and his barbarian fell to the ground.
"Brother, look, you've killed all my barbarians." Little Tiger said with a displeased expression.
"If you died, it's because you weren't skilled enough. Just go back and retrieve your equipment; it won't disappear."
If you can't beat them yourself, just hire a mercenary.
"What? Mercenaries? Where? Where?" Xiao Hu acted as if he had discovered a new continent, pulling Ye Cheng along to point out that he had hired an ice-type archer for him.
With the mercenaries at his disposal, Little Tiger was brimming with confidence and led his little archers to charge out again.
"Wait a minute before you go out. What about the money from selling things today?" Ye Cheng asked, pulling Xiao Hu aside. He had asked Xiao Hu to go find Boss Qian, who sold seafood, today.
"Here, that's 4500 yuan in total." Xiao Hu took out a wad of bills from his pocket and casually tossed them to Ye Cheng.
At this point, money doesn't matter; killing monsters is the only thing that matters.
With mercenaries around, it's time for you, Tiger, to show your might.
Ye Cheng silently estimated that 4500 was about right. Coconut snails might be a bit more expensive, mantis shrimp would be okay, but hermit crabs wouldn't fetch a very good price.
He gave 1500 to Xiaohu, but the guy didn't even bother to look at it.
After calculating this, after deducting the 10,000 yuan he lent to Duan Chunsheng, he only had 5,000 yuan left in savings.
Sigh, I was hoping to make it to the finals and earn the prize money, but this time I really lost out. I lost both my money and my money.
Looking up, Ye Cheng saw that Xiao Hu's barbarian was lying on the ground again, and he couldn't help but give him a few words of instruction.
"Have your archers go up and shoot him first, apply the ice arrow effect, and then you can go up and attack."
They just call you a barbarian, not someone to go up and hack and slash like that. Use your brain.
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