Live Fishing Studio

Chapter 852 Lao Niu's New Ideas on Technical Statistics

"it's me!"

"Fuck! Come here! The brother Feng who has been pinching fish with us is my idol Yue Feng himself! Brothers, don't let him run away!"

Xiao Liqiang's emotional management was completely out of control, as if he was afraid that Yue Feng would run away, he wanted to hug Yue Feng's waist.

Yue Feng took a half step back like a conditioned reflex, and the opponent staggered into the air, but finally hugged Yue Feng's leg tightly and said nothing to throw away.

"It's really Teacher Yue Feng! Our captain often mentions you!" Meng Weize was quite rustling a few minutes ago, but the look in Yue Feng's eyes is different now.

"Don't make trouble, so many people, the influence of scumbag is not good! I am also a living person, with two arms and two legs, one nose and one mouth! It is no different from you!" Yue Feng spread his hands.

"Brother Feng, you are not kind, take the team members to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and earn our prize!"

Xiao Liqiang completely reacted, looking at Yue Feng with bright eyes, a little bit of resentment in his tone.

"Uh, no! This is not for fun! Let the students consciously improve their ability to control the rhythm of the game by pinching you!" Yue Feng explained half-truth.

Why is it half-truth and half-truth? It's true to pinch fish to make money, and it's also true to improve the control of the rhythm of the game by the way, but when Yue Feng made the decision, making money was the first place.

"I don't care, give me an autographed photo, or I will go to your live broadcast room to expose you! I know which platform you are mixing on!"

Xiao Liqiang had been helped by Yue Feng, but his hands were still firmly pulling the hem of Yue Feng's sunscreen suit.

"Okay, what a big deal! Isn't it just an autographed photo? Take any photo you want! I will sign it for you after washing it out!"

This thing is not real money to pay out. For Old Yue, as long as it is not for the money to be made by pinching fish, it is easy to say.

A group of people babbled for a long time, and the scene finally stabilized.

Yue Feng glanced at the bait left on the food box and asked, "Are you still pinching it? I'm idle and idle! Two more?"

Now, even Meng Weize started shaking his head.

Although he was awkward and his eyes were higher than the top, he still had basic self-knowledge. He would pinch the fish with the king of fishing. Isn't it just playing lanterns in the hut and seeking death?

"Disbanded? Being idle is also being idle!" Yue Feng still wanted to fight for it again.

Xiao Liqiang curled his lips: "Your skills are much higher than ours. Once you get serious about pinching, we have no chance of winning. This kind of fish can't be pinched!"

Meng Weize said: "If you want to say pinch, there is also a way to average the results of the previous few serious games, and then calculate the mantissa based on the average! The better the score, the more mantissas you make, you can play together. Up!"

When Yue Feng heard this, his eyes lit up: "Okay, let the mantissa let the mantissa!"

"However, you except Brother Feng! We don't know where your limit is. Otherwise, we will pinch. You will be the chief referee!"

Meng Weize added another sentence, completely causing Yue Feng's little mood that had just risen to fall immediately.

The chief referee, the polished commander, can all say so fresh and refined, and Meng Weize is indeed an individual talent.

Yue Feng waved his hand: "Okay, you play, I won't get along, I will find a place to stay by myself!"

"Good!" A group of people saw that the big evil star Yue Feng was gone, and soon shouted again to pinch the fish.

Pinching By making the tails of the pinching toss, the other anglers who had no chance of winning once again regained their confidence, and the pinching team immediately grew stronger.

Seeing this group of guys who are mostly young anglers get together to brag and beat all kinds of quarrels, Yue Feng shook his head helplessly.

Old man, master is lonely!

Carrying a fishing box on his back, carrying a rod bag and other equipment, Yue Feng strolled to an empty spot in the corner.

This state lasted for less than an hour before Yue Feng collapsed. Yue Feng's fishing skills had already been polished to perfection. It would be a waste of time to carry out such unconscious fishing training.

Uncontrollable Yue Feng put down the pole in his hand, wandered with his back on his back, and sneaked back behind the group of people who pinched the fish. If you can’t catch it yourself, it’s okay to take a look at the back.

Within a few minutes of coming here, Yue Feng felt that someone had patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that the leader Niu Ben waved at him.

Yue Feng followed Niu Ben to the shade of the tree, and Old Niu handed over the folder in his hand.

"What the hell, Manager Niu?"

"Just take a look, and you'll know!" Niu Ben didn't explain, and motioned to Yue Feng to read the content.

Yue Feng took the folder and scanned it a few times, and was quickly attracted by a series of data.

This is the technical statistics of pinching fish in the last few days, and each of the six people in the team.

The number of seats, the frequency of throwing rods, the average catch weight per game, the rate of cutting hooks and breaking lines, and so on are a series of technical parameters.

"Apart from me, there are five people. Why do you collect so much data? Can you see it by yourself?" Yue Feng felt a little confused after reading the data.

Niu Ben smiled and said, "How can I be so tolerant by myself! The doll helped Tingting, and I also recorded one on the back of my mobile phone. When your pinching is over, I will summarize all the data, which was taken by the mobile phone. Go back and sort it out! Today's data has not been counted yet, I remember it was from the previous few days in the notebook!"

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I saw the date, the data is very detailed, and it is of reference value!"

Hearing Yue Feng said that the data is valuable, Niu Ben's eyes lit up and asked: "How do you understand these data? Tell me about it!"

Yue Feng was also unambiguous. He randomly picked Wang Xiaomin’s technical statistics and said: “Look, Wang Xiaomin’s game yesterday! It’s his turn to win the championship.

The number of throws was 165 and the total catch was 8.4kg. He took the first place, the champion! Run the fish five times! The hook was cut once in the middle of the game. These few statistics have already explained the problem!

Looking at Zhao Zheng's side, the same number of championship games, 154 shots, a total catch of 8.1kg, decoupling and running fish once!

From the comparison of horizontal data, looking at the frequency of throwing rods alone, Zhao is 11 shots less than Wang Xiaomin, and his catch is 0.3kg lower. However, Zhao Zheng's stability is much stronger than Wang Xiaomin, and his turnover rate is lower. The hook rate is zero. And double-tailed more often than Wang Xiaomin! This shows from the side that Zhao Zheng's foundation is stronger than that of Wang Xiaomin. Just need to raise the rhythm a little, and the result can quickly overtake Wang Xiaomin!

Looking at the statistics from another angle, just look at the column of running fish's mistakes. Among the three, Wang Xiaomin, Xue Kai, and Wang Zhen have the least mistakes and Wang Zhen the most! Reached an exaggerated eleven run fish! This shows that his basic training score is the lowest and needs to be strengthened!

Many of these data have internal logical connections. With a little analysis, you can synthesize where these players' shortcomings are! "

"Yes, you said so well! That's what I want to express to you!" Niu Ben chong Yue Feng stretched out his thumb, his face full of admiration.

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