"Can we start?" Meng Bowen quickly came to Wang Fan and asked angrily. Even though he was always well-mannered and did not show his emotions or anger, Wang Fan was very angry today.
"Why are you so anxious? You have to let me warm up anyway, right? Although I am the best player, I haven't played this thing for a long time, so I need to get familiar with it."
Wang Fan leisurely did a few warm-up moves and said slowly, "You have been warming up for so long just now, so you can't let me warm up, right?"
"Why, are you in a hurry to give me the ten million? Don't worry, the ten million will be mine later. I don't care if you delay it for a few minutes."
Meng Bowen almost vomited blood.
Damn, he rushed forward in a fierce manner, planning to show off his power, but this guy actually had to warm up. Didn't this discourage him?
The most irritating thing is this guy's attitude. He's so careless and looks like he's determined to win. It's unpleasant to watch.
"How long do you want to warm up?" Meng Bowen asked with a dark face, holding back his anger.
"Three to five minutes is enough. After all, there is no need to waste so much time when dealing with a little shrimp like you." Wang Fan said with a smile.
"You." Meng Bowen was almost furious. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat Wang Fan, and if Kong Wucheng and other young ladies were watching over there, he would have rolled up his sleeves and started doing it.
"Arrogant, really too arrogant."
"Brother Meng, you must beat him until his teeth are all over the ground and make him crawl out of the golf course."
"You bastard, you put it on Brother Meng's head. It's really abominable."
Hearing Wang Fan's arrogant tone, the young ladies couldn't help but cursed with indignation.
It's really a slap in the face.
There was a hint of sadness in Kong Wucheng's eyes.
Wang Fan was invited by him. If he was stepped on, it would be a bit embarrassing for him.
In terms of boxing and kicking, he believed that even ten Meng Bowen could not beat Wang Fan, but in terms of golf, he was a little lost.
Wang Fan ignored the shouts of those wealthy young men. He took the club from the pretty caddy's hand unsteadily and deliberately squeezed her soft little hand.
This scene not only made the beautiful caddy feel a little shy, but also the rich young men almost vomited with anger.
After the caddy placed the ball, Wang Fan opened his stance.
He grabbed the club with both hands and began to swing the golden sword with great momentum.
But his very funny gripping posture and unstandardized movements made the wealthy young men laugh out loud and lean forward and backward.
Damn, this is just ridiculous. Is this your first time playing golf? They felt like they could kill Wang Fan instantly and make him unable to find Bei.
"I'm about to start. Open your eyes and see clearly what it means to be the king of the ball." At this moment, Wang Fan shouted loudly, grabbed the club and pulled it back, and then shouted out fiercely.
Full of momentum.
when!
There was a sound, and the white ball flew out with a roar, but it flew into the sky.
Not only that, the club in Wang Fan's hand also flew out. Several caddies in the distance let out an ouch and hurriedly screamed and ran away for fear of being hit.
A brief moment of silence.
The young lady began to laugh again.
Damn, what level is this?
Meng Bowen had a dark look on his face. He suddenly felt that playing golf with a reckless man like Wang Fan was simply an insult to him.
"Is this your level as a world champion? If so, your 10 million will belong to me." Meng Bowen smiled and started to make additional cuts.
"Oops, mistake, mistake, it's just a warm-up after all, don't worry." Wang Fan touched his head sheepishly, took another club, set up the ball, and started playing.
He hit three more shots. These three shots either hit the ball into the sky or the club flew into the sky. One shot didn't even hit the ball.
Those young men and women were laughing so hard that they couldn't get up. They finally saw that this guy was just a sensationalist.
The pretty caddy also felt embarrassed, covered his face and hid aside, and never dared to approach Wang Fan again.
She felt that serving Wang Fan would be a humiliation for her.
"You are really a great golfer. You hit four shots, and you couldn't even find the ball on the third shot. The fourth shot was even better, and you couldn't even hit the ball."
"At first I didn't believe you were the best player in the game, but now I do. Mr. Wang, do you still want to warm up? I'll give you enough time."
Meng Bowen came up to him with a smile, and said in a strange tone.
He no longer takes Wang Fan seriously at all. At this level, even if he practices for another year or two, he may not be able to match him.
"Thank you, Mr. Meng, for the compliment. You are really sharp. I'm done warming up and can start." Wang Fan didn't seem to hear Meng Bowen's sarcasm at all, and even directly took it as a compliment, "How do you compare?"
"Since Mr. Wang is the king of golf, let's do the simplest one. Twenty strokes. Whoever scores more goals will win. How about that?"
Meng Bowen choked hard at the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.
Wang Fan's shamelessness once again refreshed his outlook.
"No problem, you go first, don't say that I, the world champion, bully you." Wang Fan nodded without hesitation and said carelessly.
Meng Bowen was no longer angry with Wang Fan and was not polite. He took the cue and started the game.
Whoosh.
One shot, with elegant movements and handsome posture, it is not inferior to those of professional players.
The white ball flew out and landed about ten meters away from the hole.
"Handsome, Brother Meng is so handsome."
The rich ladies screamed with stars in their eyes, and some of them had a look of nymphomaniac in their eyes.
Meng Bowen was unmoved at all. He stepped forward gracefully and took another shot. The ball landed a few centimeters away from the hole.
On the third shot, the ball went into the hole.
Three strokes and one ball is already very good. Even if it is not as good as a professional, it is still an excellent level among amateurs.
Next, Meng Bowen started his personal show
, the more you play, the easier it becomes.
The second time he made a hole-in-three, and the third time, it became a hole-in-two.
Next, they all scored holes in two, and it was a complete mess.
Twenty strokes, nine goals scored, the average is close to two strokes and one goal, the strength is terrifying.
"Brother Meng, you are so handsome."
"He's so handsome. His level is even higher than that of a professional."
The wealthy young men and women screamed one after another, and even the caddies had little stars in their eyes.
This is golf, the average is close to two strokes per hole, how outrageous is it?
"No, don't praise me. The world champion is still here. You are slapping me in the face by praising me like this."
Meng Bowen said with a smile, but he was hiding his sword, "Young Master Wang, I'm done, now it's your turn. You are the king of the ball, so don't let me down."
His voice was full of sarcasm, but his eyes were filled with pride.
Obviously he was slapping Wang Fan in the face.
laugh.
Hearing Meng Bowen's words, not to mention those wealthy young men, even the caddy laughed.
With Wang Fan's level, still the world champion? They all wanted to vomit.
They think that if Wang Fan can score a goal in twenty strokes, then he is already so unbelievable that he cannot defy the heavens. If he still wants to beat Meng Bowen, it is just a dream.
"Of course I won't disappoint you. I am the world champion." Wang Fan was very proud.
As he spoke, he looked at the wealthy young men and women, his tone full of disdain, "The pattern, the pattern, twenty shots, nine balls, you have the nerve to scream? How shameful!"
At this time, not only those young ladies were extremely angry, but even Meng Bowen could not remain calm.
Damn it, if you are still pretending at this time, he wants to hit Wang Fan to death with a club.
At this moment, Wang Fan was already carrying the club and walked up to the white ball.
When the pretty caddy saw Wang Fan carrying the club, he covered his face and gave Wang Fan a slap in the butt.
She felt that Wang Fan was about to break the jar.
