Qin Lang's sudden words made Qin Cheng, Chen Long and others dumbfounded.
Qin Cheng thought that he was outnumbered, and Qin Lang looked like he didn't know how to play golf, so he would definitely give in.
Even if Qin Lang doesn't apologize, a group of them will bully Qin Lang for fun. Of course, it would be better if they can take the opportunity to flirt with the little beauty next to Qin Lang.
But what Qin Cheng didn't expect was that Qin Lang actually asked such a question.
Qin Lang glanced at Qin Cheng: "Didn't you hear clearly? Then let me repeat it again, what if I win?"
Qin Cheng confirmed this time that Qin Lang wanted to compete with him.
"Are you sure you want to compete with me?"
Qin Cheng made sure again.
"I just want to know if I win, will you kneel down, kowtow and apologize to me?"
Qin Lang looked at Qin Cheng calmly.
"Compare with him!"
Chen Long shouted behind Qin Cheng.
"Chengcheng, don't be timid, just do it!"
Qin Cheng's cousin Chen Meng also encouraged him behind him.
"Yes, brother Chengcheng, we all believe in you!"
Several other men and women also followed suit.
"Let's compete. If I lose, I will kowtow to you and apologize!"
Qin Cheng gritted his teeth and said.
Qin Lang snorted: "That's good. I hope you can fulfill your words when the time comes."
"Brother Qin Lang..."
Long Xiaoyun looked at Qin Lang worriedly. Although she knew that Qin Lang was very capable, this was a golf competition, not a fighting competition. Qin Lang's performance just now showed that he couldn't play golf. This was not to take advantage of his own shortcomings.
Are you going to compare with other people’s strengths?
Qin Lang gave Long Xiaoyun a reassuring expression, then picked up the cue and said: "Let's start!"
"Hahaha, are you kidding? Beat me?"
Qin Cheng looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Did you see that? This kid is stupid. I'm afraid you don't know that yet, right? I'm a master at our Subei Golf Club. I've scored 5 strokes on the nine holes in front of me.
, tell me, how do we compare?"
Peng Jiaqi on the side said: "Nine-hole golf, according to international standards, 6 strokes is a par, that is, there are nine holes in total, and hitting the ball into each hole with 6 strokes is a standard score."
For ordinary amateur players, a score of 45 in nine holes is considered a good result. Qin Cheng can shoot a score of 5, which is indeed considered a master.
On this point, even Peng Jiaqi present admitted that Qin Cheng's golf skills are not bad.
Qin Lang looked at Qin Cheng indifferently and said: "Then play the nine holes you are best at. You tee off first!"
Qin Cheng was stunned: "Are you sure I tee off first? Don't lose your pants by then."
In Qin Cheng's view, if the person who kicks off first can get a good result, it can put a lot of pressure on the people who kick off behind him. Qin Lang is a beginner at first glance. If he is under a lot of mental pressure, there is basically no need to play.
I had a mental breakdown.
Of course, if the child is trying to show off and doesn't care about the results, it doesn't matter.
Qin Lang didn't take Qin Cheng's words seriously at all: "This is not a game of billiards. You win if you hit all the tee shots. This is a stroke competition. Do you think you can make nine strokes in nine holes?"
Qin Cheng scolded angrily: "Fart, even Tiger Woods can't do nine out of nine holes, so stop pretending to be cool like me."
Qin Lang looked at Qin Cheng with disdain: "Just because he can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it!"
"Hahaha, did you hear what he said? Nine holes and nine pars, hahaha, it's so funny, kid, are you still a layman? Do you know who Tiger Woods is?"
Qin Cheng said with a wanton smile: "That's the god of golf, the world champion, Tiger Woods. He has to score more than 0 strokes in nine holes. You said you had nine strokes in nine holes, hahaha, you laughed to death.
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Chen Long also laughed at Qin Lang.
"Child, it's not scary if you don't understand. Ignorance is the scariest thing!"
Chen Meng stood among a group of men and women and said.
"well!"
Peng Jiaqi sighed deeply. She had seen many people who boasted, but there were not many who boasted like Qin Lang. Nine par nine holes was obviously impossible.
You must know that the distance between each hole is different. Not to mention the distance of thousands of yards, there are also large trees, pools, bushes and other terrain in the middle.
It is not something that ordinary people can grasp.
When playing golf, you must not only pay attention to these factors, but also master the swing, wind speed, sunlight and other factors.
Qin Lang is definitely a layman if he can say something like par nine and nine holes.
Qin Lang looked at these people and said casually: "Well, let's not play nine holes. It's a waste of time. Let's just play three holes."
Qin Lang stretched out his hand and pointed: "How about we just drill the three holes in front?"
"Hahaha, kid, that's called a par-3 hole!"
Qin Cheng deliberately showed off to Qin Lang and said: "This par-3 hole means a hole-in-one in three shots. It is a standard par. The distance is less than 9 meters. I might as well tell you that I have really made a hole-in-one.
, if you calculate it this way, nine par nine holes is really possible, huh?"
"Hahaha……"
As Qin Cheng asked questions behind him, a group of people from the Qin family and the Chen family burst into laughter.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you lose later, just remember to kneel down and kowtow to me."
Qin Lang said with the same arrogant look.
"Okay, if you have the guts, I'll show you what it means to be a golf master!"
Qin Cheng said, placing the golf ball in place, aligning his feet and then swinging his arms gently.
"Bang..."
Qin Cheng worked hard to hit a good shot, took aim and suddenly swung the club.
The white golf ball drew a wonderful arc in the air and went straight to the hole.
'Deng Deng...'
The small white ball landed less than two meters away from the hole, bounced twice, and stopped there.
"Hahaha, two shots! Did you see that? This is how a master plays, learn from it, don't fall to your knees crying after losing!"
Qin Cheng laughed, walked to the ball, and gently putted.
'thump!'
The white ball goes into the hole!
Qin Cheng was very satisfied with his performance, and he actually performed beyond the ordinary. In the past, three strokes was the standard, and his best score was between three and five strokes.
This is a good start.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
Peng Jiaqi nodded slightly when she saw this scene. Qin Cheng had already played this hole extremely well, and was no worse than a professional athlete.
"Brother Qin Cheng is awesome!"
A girl shouted at Qin Cheng.
"Xiao Chengcheng has the information!"
Chen Meng also encouraged Qin Cheng!
"Grandma, have you masturbated too much these days? You play so hard."
Chen Long teased Qin Cheng in a different way.
The caddy helped Qin Cheng take out the ball and rearrange it.
Qin Cheng glanced at Qin Lang proudly: "It's your turn."
Qin Lang shrugged: "I've talked about three holes, you come on, and we won't talk about it until we finish them!"
"I think you're scared, right? Don't you dare to fight?"
Qin Cheng looked at Qin Lang with disdain and said.
"Three holes and three strokes are enough!"
Qin Lang sneered and said.
"Bah, just show off, wait and see how I make you kneel down and kowtow!"
Qin Cheng was particularly annoyed by Qin Lang's arrogant attitude. He cursed and continued to tee off.
"Hey, this kid is so stubborn. Doesn't he know that trying to show off will get you in trouble?"
Chen Long shook his head and sighed, looking pitiful.
"Idiot, who do you really think you are? Qin Cheng actually competes with this kind of person. I feel embarrassed. Is this kind of person worthy of competing with us?"
Chen Meng also said speechlessly.
Peng Jiaqi looked at Qin Lang in silence. Although the other party was her client, she didn't like people who didn't understand and still pretended to be cool.
Only Long Xiaoyun looked at Qin Lang worriedly and whispered: "Brother Qin Lang, how about I fight for you?"
Although Long Xiaoyun's golf isn't very good, it's still better than Qin Lang who can't hit a hole in a long time, right?
Qin Lang smiled lightly; "Don't worry."
"A tough guy!"
Qin Cheng looked at Qin Lang while swinging and became more and more angry.
Soon, Qin Cheng finished three holes, using a par of 4 on the second hole and a par of three on the third hole.
It took 9 shots for three holes, which is definitely up to professional standards.
"See? This is the level. It's your turn. I hope your skills are as tough as your mouth!"
Qin Cheng said to Qin Lang with a teasing smile.
"as you wish."
Qin Lang held a club in one hand and stood in front of the golf ball and said. (To be continued)