"Hello, ran into you early! Hi Zhang Yang!"
Just as Zhang Yang was squatting down to fetch water for bait preparation, a familiar face walked over to fishing spot 01, and waved at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang glanced up at the person, with a polite smile on his face.
The first angler to compete with him is no easy opponent, Xu Ting, who came along with Hua Clan and Wang Chao.
Xu Ting is thirty-one years old this year. In terms of age and experience, he is a bit older than Zhang Yang, but when traveling outside, Hua Clan's anglers are quite kind and polite, unlike Tianyuan who are rather arrogant.
"Hello Teacher Xu! I'm a bit unlucky to be grouped with you!" Zhang Yang hurriedly greeted, in an unusually humble tone.
"Don't give me that! With the total scores from the previous competitions aggregated, you're currently leading first by a long shot!" Xu Ting laughed, exposing Zhang Yang's politeness.
"Hehe, just lucky! Don't think too much about it!"
