The Top Fishing

Mr. Saito hadn’t noticed the details of the first four fish that Lin Yang had caught, but he had seen everything from the moment the float started to move, to the bite, and finally to the lifting of the rod to catch the fish.

At that moment, Mr. Saito’s pride and confidence vanished in an instant.

"You... you..."

"What about me? Did I break any rules, or is there something you think is problematic? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time left before the end of the competition. If you can find something that goes against the rules, I won’t mind if the first six fish don’t count."

Lin Yang didn’t mind at all. Six fish might sound like a lot, but they were just the result of three casts for him.

Now that a substantial density of fish had gathered at the feeding spot, what difference would another six fish make?

"Mr. Lin Yang is joking! I guess Mr. Saito is just surprised by your performance, not questioning your skill!" Yoshino hastily tried to smooth things over.

"Is that right, Mr. Saito?" Lin Yang said, refusing to let go of the issue.

"Uh... uh... yes! But the method you use is completely different from ours. I think this difference in techniques doesn’t reflect the true skill of an angler!"

Mr. Saito was extremely reluctant to concede, but the way out Yoshino provided was hard to ignore. After hesitating for some time, he finally softened and shifted the blame towards the difference in fishing techniques.

"Okay, not bad. Just for the attitude you’ve shown, I’ll cooperate once more. You think the difference in techniques doesn’t reflect on our skills, right? I’ll let you have the first six fish and the feeding spot. I’ll catch fish using your technique!"