C188 Superb golfer

Su Mingxuan chuckled, "Young Master Song, you can't lose when you play ball with Miss Qiao's bodyguard driver!"

Song Liangjun glanced at Ye Cheng and felt extremely confident. He wants to beat me with one hand? Unless he was dreaming! If he wins, I'll eat the club. "

Almost no one was optimistic about Ye Cheng winning. Instead, a strange look flashed across Zhou Jiarin's eyes as he asked, "Young Master Song, does Ye Cheng really want a hand to play golf with you?"

"Yes, I would like to invite Miss Lin to see how I will teach this ignorant fool a lesson!" Song Liangjun did not expect Zhou Jianlin to be interested in this bet. He was overjoyed. It seemed that he would have to perform even more in the future.

Lin Tianjiao and Wang Kai disapproved. Even if Young Master Song won, that was only a matter of course. There was nothing to be proud of. But then again, if he lost, he would lose all his face.

Soon, the boy brought the club and set up the golf ball.

"Ye Cheng brandished the staff a few times, feeling the weight and quality of the club, and was very certain about that." Young Master Song, let's end the battle quickly. Let's not follow the usual strategy and switch to another method, how about this? "

In front of Zhou Jiayin, Song Liangjun was extremely magnanimous. He said in a free and easy manner, "You can do whatever you want. I'll accompany you."

Ye Cheng pointed at a ball hole in the distance with his stick, "Sir Song, do you see that? It's that ball hole. Each of us can hit five shots consecutively, so whoever wins will win the game."

Song Liangjun looked at the hole and said confidently, "No problem."

"Alright, since the rules were set by me, then I'll let you fight first." Ye Cheng retreated to the side, giving Song Liangjun enough room to escape.

"Then I won't be polite." It didn't matter who beat first, since Song Liangjun thought he would win for sure.

"He came before the set up golf ball, took a deep breath, adjusted himself, gripped the club with both hands, and swung it high, with just the right amount of strength." Dang! With a crisp sound of impact, the golf ball flew out and landed not far away from the cave entrance.

Song Liangjun quickly rode his bicycle in front of the flying golf ball. After getting off the car, he used the appropriate strength to swing the ball into the hole. He was overjoyed. His performance this time was not bad.

"Alright!" Song Liangjun's bodyguards applauded and cheered him on.

Song Liangjun proudly returned to the starting point. After scoring another goal with two shots, he was even more elated. It seems like today is my lucky day to score two goals in a row!

When he swung the club for the fifth time, the golf ball flew through the air and landed on the lawn, rolling towards the cave entrance.

Song Liangjun stared closely at the rolling golf ball. He had a special feeling about this pole. After it was shot out, he felt that the ball would most likely hit. He watched as the ball got closer and closer to the hole. The speed at which it was rolling became slower and slower, as if it was about to stop. He gripped his hands tightly and shouted in his heart, "Enter, enter!"

He watched as the ball approached the edge of the cave and didn't seem to have any strength to move forward. He couldn't help but get nervous as he couldn't help but want to blow on it.

The ball continued to move forward slowly, stopping motionlessly at the entrance of the cave. His heart was also tangled up.

The ball stopped at a point where it would fall into the hole even if it moved a centimeter forward. Then, it tilted at an extremely slow speed and fell into the hole.

"Yay!" He entered! One rod into the hole! " Song Liangjun was so excited that he almost jumped up. Ever since he started playing golf, he had never entered a cave with a stick before. His face lit up with happiness. This time, the heavens are helping me, giving me a super high performance. If I score three with five shots, I'll see how you can beat me!

"Young Master is awesome, this is too beautiful!" The bodyguards were also pleased with Song Liangjun, and words of praise were written all over the place.

Su Mingxuan knew about Song Liangjun's skill in football and thought that he was just a blind cat that ran into a dead mouse. He smiled and said, "Young Master Song, you're not bad. I haven't seen you get a big boost in your skill in a few days!"

Song Liangjun had an incomparably complacent look on his face as he feigned modesty, "You're too kind, you're too kind. Perform normally, perform normally!"

Su Mingxuan curled his lips, "I said you're fat, and now you're panting. You should be the lucky one today."

When Su Ming and Wang Kai saw Song Liangjun's result of five shots and three goals, they immediately felt reassured. At least they wouldn't lose. If Song Liangjun accidentally lost, it would also cause them to lose a lot of face. After all, the four of them were known as the Four Young Masters of the East Sea.

Song Liangjun was so beautiful that he felt lost. He couldn't help but ask Zhou Jiayin, "Miss Lin, how was my last match?"

"Not bad," she said. "A little like an expert."

Song Liangjun was even more pleased with himself as he did not expect Zhou Jielin to praise him as an expert. "Thank you for your praise, but my standards have always been like this."

At this moment, he felt like he was a general who had won. His heart was filled with extreme beauty, showing off for a moment, then proudly looked at Ye Cheng and said, "Mr. Ye, it's your turn. If you give up now and apologize to me in front of me, I won't pursue the matter of you slandering me anymore. "

It's just a shot to see how pleased you are with yourself. You don't even know what your last name is. Mu Lingdie was not used to seeing Song Liangjun's arrogant and complacent look. She leaned close to Ye Cheng and whispered, "Ye Cheng, you have to beat him. Even if you don't fight over the steamed buns, you have to win. If you lose, then I won't know you anymore."

Qiao RuBing frowned. Although she didn't know much about golf, she knew that the chances of Ye Cheng winning was close to zero, unless a miracle happened.

Ye Cheng sneered and said, "Young Master Song, I said that your skills are rotten to the point where it would be a disgrace to take them out. You should just watch and not believe me."

Song Liangjun gave a cold humph and said: "I said you are an amateur, but I think a little too highly of you. I want to see how you will fight!"

Ye Cheng calmly walked in front of the golf ball that the billiard boy had rearranged. Just as he had said before, he held the golf club with one hand and stared at the hole in his eye. His arm slowly lifted before gracefully landing. His movements were extremely standard, handsome, and suave. A perceptive person could tell that he was an expert just by the way he swung the stick.

"Clang!" The golf ball quickly flew out, leaving a beautiful arc in the air. Ye Cheng stopped watching the ball and let the ball boy play his second ball.

The golf ball that was flying in mid-air tilted towards the ground, accurately falling into the hole.

Everyone who was watching was shocked as they stared blankly at the hole. The surroundings instantly became completely silent.

"Beautiful, he's too beautiful!" Mu Lingdie never thought that Ye Cheng would be so good at golf. No, it would be more accurate to say that he was a pervert, she exclaimed in surprise. So this guy had always been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. He knew that he would definitely win, yet he still purposely provoked Song Liangjun. How despicable, but I like it.

Song Liangjun, who was still thinking about how to mock Ye Cheng, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. His mouth was wide open and his mouth was agape. He could not believe what was happening. He felt a burning sensation on his face, and was not convinced. "You must have been faked. I don't believe that you can still strike with this spear."

Ye Cheng looked at Song Liangjun in ridicule and said with a faint smile, "If I am able to fight, what will you do?"

F * * k, why are you so arrogant! Song Liangjun cursed in his heart, but in this situation, he absolutely could not lower his arrogant head. If you can strike again, I'll give you two hundred thousand dollars for every strike. "

Ye Cheng twitched his mouth in disdain as he muttered, "You're stingy, I only gave two hundred thousand yuan."

Mu Lingdie's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of cunning, and she jeered, "That's right, that's right. Young Master Song is too stingy, you can even say two hundred thousand."

The two of them sang the same tune, infuriating Song Liangjun to the point of rolling his eyes. Two hundred thousand against one ball was still not enough. He couldn't stand being called stingy in front of Zhou Jia Lin, so he immediately put on a rich front. "I'm still a little stingy, if you can't produce one, get out of Eastsea City as soon as possible."

"500,000 is still acceptable." Ye Chengjing's expression turned even more intense, almost as if he was digging into money.

Song Liangjun suddenly felt that it was a disgraceful thing to play golf with such a person. He unhappily urged, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and play!"

"Master Song, you're in too much of a hurry to give me the money!" Ye Cheng once again brandished his staff slowly. This time, everyone was closely watching the trajectory of the flying golf ball.

When Song Liangjun saw that the golf ball had once again accurately fallen into the hole, his expression immediately turned extremely ugly. He prayed that he was completely out of luck this time.

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "Young Master Song, remember this well, you owe me five hundred thousand."

Song Liangjun said generously: "It's only five hundred thousand, I won't go back on my word."

For the next two shots, the golf ball still accurately fell into the hole at once, not even touching the ground halfway through.

The people around him were even more shocked. If the first two were said to be Ye Chengmeng's, but he was able to hit an almost identical perfect goal four times in a row, how could they explain that? This could only mean that he was a top-notch expert in golf. His accuracy was like a missile that had set its target in advance.

Song Liangjun's expression was unsightly to the extreme. It was as if someone had fiercely slapped him in the face. His face alternated between red and white, and he felt as if his heart had turned over. All kinds of feelings mingled together were extremely difficult to bear.

Zhou Jiayin's eyes lit up as she secretly stared at Ye Cheng. In her mind, she could see the scene of Ye Sheng teaching her how to play golf. The perfect score was exactly the same as the one before. The only difference was that Ye Sheng had a pair of hands while Ye Cheng had a single hand.

She began to doubt if he was actually Ye Sheng's twin brother. Why were both of them such obscure super golfers?

"The last pole, Master Song will show you the highest level of golf. Five hundred thousand one pole is definitely worth it."

With that, Ye Cheng did something that no one could imagine and tightly closed his eyes.

"No way, he's going to close his eyes and play?" If it wasn't for the fact that they had seen Ye Cheng's superb golf skills, no one would have believed that he would be able to make it in. But right now, everyone was looking forward to this expert's amazing performance, with the exception of Song Liangjun.