The rules of golf are simple: hit the ball into the hole.

However, there are too few examples of holes in one stroke. The lowest stadium is par three holes, which means that the ball can be hit in three swings. The usual 18-hole course has a par number of 72 strokes.

Professional players must play 72 or less, and Tiger Woods can score 63. They play better in their amateurs, between 75-80, and one or two years of playing 100. Let’s take a look at the blue sky and green grass.

"Old Yang! How about the ball skills?" Fu Anning wore gloves to get equipment, and his posture was very professional. "Why would anyone lose the ball treat you tonight?"

"The loser treat?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, and it was fun to have a lottery!

"It's just a meal!" Fu Anning was happy.

Originally, Yang Ming had a hundred-shot skill, but after redeeming his skills, he can now be considered a master. I dare not say that he would definitely score a standard 72 shot, but he is still sure of 75.

"Your standing posture is not right. You have your legs apart and wide, and your knees are slightly bent..." Someone on the field began to help the ladies.

After all, ladies are not strong points in sports, and they have many elements to dress up. Since it is a social occasion, it is inevitable that someone will take the initiative to show their attention.

When Li Wei and Xia Qing were preparing, there was a well-dressed man who was enthusiastic instructor. He was dressed brightly and had a bright smile. His watch was also customized for golf sports.

Yang Ming and Fu Anning stopped and looked over.

The man was talking: "In this short hole distance, the teeing wood can concentrate more strength and increase the distance. As long as the skills are in place, it is not difficult to go to the green with one shot."

"Awei, come and try it and I will teach you," he said.

"It's better to call me my name or Ms. Li." Li Wei's tone was polite, because as the organizer of the event, she had a deep meaning of rejection.

"We have known each other for so long." The man smiled.

Li Wei frowned, and the other party was not good enough to continue: "Okay, Ms. Li, let me teach you?"

"Don't you teach me?" Xia Qing spoke out.

"Of course, all the ladies' requests are our responsibility." The man was very polite.

"How many shots can you hit?" Xia Qing asked intentionally.

"75 is still OK." The man looked a little proud of his skills.

"Oh? Then you are so awesome!" Xia Qing said admiration on her face, "My husband said he is a rookie and can only hit 70!"

Li Wei almost couldn't help laughing.

The man's face changed a few times, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he didn't see on Xia Qing's face whether it was intentional or a real layman, so he was inevitably confused.

Yang Ming and Fu Anning in the distance turned around and smiled out of politeness.

"I said to Lao Fu, your wife is interesting!" Yang Ming smiled.

"I'm a little bit black-bellied." Fu Anning also smiled. Of course, his wife wouldn't not understand these basic rules, of course she did it on purpose.

But the man is still persistent: "Then you can discuss and discuss with me when you have time. I am not very strong personally, but I still pass the skills by mastering professional experts and guiding others."

"Mr. Zhu is intent." Li Wei was very calm.

"Are you ready? I'll teach you!" Mr. Zhu was very enthusiastic and planned to stand behind Li Wei to guide him, but he didn't realize that this was already unpleasant.

Yang Ming couldn't stand it and stepped forward to rescue: "The guidance is so boring. Only actual combat can test true knowledge. Is Mr. Zhu? My surname is Yang, and I can play a little bit!"

"Mr. Yang!" The surname Zhu still smiled in place.

Yang Ming was a little provocative: "Since so many ladies are present, let's demonstrate some real techniques. Wouldn't it be better to popularize them?"

Xia Qing is looking forward to: "Okay! I want to watch the game!"

Li Wei looked at Yang Ming a few times, and smiled a little in her eyes: "Of course."

"Then I'm more respectful than obedient!"

Zhu Youwen felt that in the face of the provocation of the "villain", of course it was impossible to retreat at this time, and at the same time, he also had confidence in his football skills.

Because Yang Ming suddenly appeared, he had never seen him in a club before, and had no membership, and his age was similar to his own, so there was no technical threat.

Besides, he has a clear favorable impression of Li Wei. He wants to go further, regardless of whether he calls or helps, and he cannot show his fear and retreat at this time.

Fu Anning from here said to Yang Ming: "That guy is very good at pretending, are you sure?"

"Is this important?" Yang Ming asked back, "Whether you win or lose, Sister Wei will stand by me."

"The truth is really cruel." Fu Anning felt relieved.

The two of them here also attracted a lot of people to watch, and the discussion was inevitable.

Many people know Zhu Youwen: "Although Mr. Zhu is pretending, his skills are really good. Who is his opponent? I haven't heard of it much."

"I heard that the friend of President Li and Mr. Fu only came to Donghai to develop this year," said another person.

"Crossing the river from outside? It's interesting."

On the field, Yang Ming signaled to the other party: "Mr. Zhu, please!"

"Then I'll be ugly. Ladies can take a look at the details." Although Zhu Youwen was very polite and decent, he still couldn't hide his arrogance.

Li Wei doesn't catch a cold about such people. Although the other person has a good family background and a high education, he can't change his spoiled temperament. She even admires people who rely on her own strength to work hard.

Zhu Youwen stood in a standard posture, pulled the ball to the edge of the green, pushed the second shot within one yard of the hole, and prepared the putter without panic in the third shot.

"This is beautiful! par!" Many viewers were enjoying it.

He kicked off the par-3 hole, and his three-swinging ability means excellent skills. The par-4 hole, par-5 hole and so on. All holes are completed on par, with a total of 72 strokes.

Zhu Youwen smiled and easily pushed the ball into the hole, achieving three shots.

"It's okay." Even Fu Anning admitted that this move was very beautiful.

It's Yang Ming's turn to play.

Zhu Youwen looked around. He was very confident in his skills because he played this stadium frequently and had mastered it clearly, so he had the advantage of the home court.

Thanks to her handsome performance just now, I just don’t know that in the eyes of the lady… Li Wei’s eyes were always on Yang Ming, and there was expectation in her eyes.

Zhu Youwen was not very comfortable. He was indeed a smile on his face and shouted "Come on" to show his big belly against his opponent. He just wanted him to pull the ball into the pool in one stroke.

Yang Ming kicked off with a straightforward wooden pole. After flying for a while on the parabola, the ball rolled to the top of the slope, and was visually measured to be twenty or thirty yards away from the hole.

"Par on the green! Beautiful!" Fu Anning quickly applauded, "Brother, can you! Play it as a birdie!"

"Come on, Brother Yang!" Xia Qing encouraged, and everyone around him focused their attention. This shot was different from Zhu Youwen's strategy, but if you could enter the hole in the second shot, it would be a birdie!

"The birdie is a bit difficult!"

"This position should be three shots."

"I can't say it's right, what if I win!"

The audience discussed, and Yang Ming calmly changed the putter. After calculating the distance, he told him that he only needed appropriate force to push the ball out of the arc.

I walked a long arc towards the hole, passed the hole accurately and fell into it!

Two shots will be done!

"Birdball!" the referee announced.

"Brother is amazing! Cowhide!"

"This arc putter is amazing!"
Chapter completed!