After listening to Zhang Yang's simple analysis and summary, everyone else nodded and looked relaxed, except Xiaobao, who still wore a stern face without a hint of a smile.
"Xiaobao, did you mess up this round again?" Liu Zi tugged at the hem of Xiaobao's shirt and quietly asked.
"Yeah! The line I used was too thick, and it didn't get any bites. After switching to a thinner line, the hooks kept breaking! This round of fishing was a mess because of me!" Xiaobao muttered quietly with pursed lips.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang nodded. "Now you realize the technical gap between you and professional anglers, right?
It's okay, you're just starting to learn. Making mistakes is not scary. As long as we summarize the lessons well, we can solve them one by one moving forward!
Remember the feeling of helplessness you have now on the field; this will become your motivation for rigorous training later!" Zhang Yang encouraged sincerely.
