Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Betting on Slaps
Chen Nan continuously invited Bai Bing to play a round, but when everyone sat in the cart and arrived at the tee area, Bai Bing still didnât agree, which made him feel quite embarrassed.
"Brother Nan, play a round for us first. Everyoneâs been itching to see your skills," a quick-witted young man, Feng Ming, said, continuing, "Our Brother Nan is the top golf player in Chuzhou City."
"I heard Brother Nanâs latest record is seventy strokes, which rivals some professional players."
"Iâm afraid no one in the younger generation of Chuzhou City can compare to our Brother Nan."
"Definitely, today weâre in for a treat."
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Chen Nan was feeling quite proud from the praise but didnât lose himself in it. Instead, he turned to Bai Xingye, who looked dejected, and said, "Xingye, why donât you go for a round first?"
"Forget it." Bai Xingye wasnât interested, clearly still recovering from the earlier blow.
"Alright, let me know if you change your mind." Chen Nan didnât force him and then urged Bai Bing, "Xiaobing, join us for a round, consider it a way to relax, youâve had a tiring day."
"No need." Bai Bing didnât want to pay any attention to him.
Chen Nan had anticipated this response and glanced at Lin Xi with his head held high and chest out. Then he stretched his arms and twisted his neck, likely warming up before playing.
Receiving the golf club, Chen Nan took a professional aim, then swung the club, and with a âthwack,â sent the ball flying.
Then thwack, thwack, thwack,,,
Chen Nanâs skills were indeed impressive; he effortlessly got the ball into each hole in less than five strokes on average.
Finally, with seventy-five strokes, he completed eighteen holes.
Although he didnât break his previous record, this score was still highly impressive for a non-professional player.
"Amazing, Brother Nan just casually scored seventy-five strokes. If it were us, it definitely wouldnât be done in under ninety," Feng Ming flattered Chen Nan, but honestly, this didnât meet the standard par and was still a bit off from professional players.
Of course, among non-professional players, it was quite remarkable.
Chen Nan was quite pleased hearing this and explained, "There were a few shots that didnât go well, otherwise I would have achieved seventy strokes."
"Indeed, those shots were really regrettable," Feng Ming echoed, then looked at Lin Xi and said, "Hey buddy, why not play a round with Brother Nan?"
He had just heard Lin Xi say he couldnât, and now he was asking if Lin Xi would like to play with Chen Nan, clearly trying to embarrass Lin Xi.
This person was skilled in reading people and flattering them.
First, with the earlier incident with Xiaoyao, Chen Nan assured everyone she was a good girl, only to be proven wrong moments later. Moreover, his fiancĂ©e was getting cozy with another manâno one could stomach that.
So when he suggested it, Chen Nan was internally thrilled; it was a golden opportunity to humiliate Lin Xi.
"I donât know how to play this," Lin Xi said. He had spent his life either on missions abroad or in the mountains, with no time or leisure for such pursuits.
"Thatâs okay, just watch the game once and youâll learn. Didnât you just see it? Itâs just about getting the ball into the hole," Feng Ming was secretly delighted, worried that Lin Xi might not respond, and continued, "And the rules are so simple; you canât possibly have missed them, right?"
"Just get it into the hole?" Lin Xi asked, thinking to himself that it really didnât sound difficult.
"Exactly, then play a round with Brother Nan," Feng Ming saw that Lin Xi was about to fall into the trap and then added, "Of course, youâre new, and Brother Nan wonât bully you."
"Hereâs the deal: whatever number of strokes Brother Nan finishes with, you get double that number of strokes. For example, if Brother Nan finishes with seventy strokes, youâre considered a winner if you finish with one hundred forty strokes. How about it? Dare to play a round?"
"No way," Bai Bing interjected before Lin Xi could respond, "For someone whoâs never played, the first time would take at least three to four hundred strokes, if not more. How can you even suggest that?"
Even with double the number of strokes, it was blatantly unfair.
"Xiaobing is right, Feng Ming, this still isnât fair to him. How about this: if he finishes within five times the number of strokes, heâs considered the winner. How about that?" Chen Nan said, internally contemptuous of Lin Xi, thinking, "A country bumpkin playing golf? Even five hundred strokes wouldnât be enough for him."
"Right, right, Brother Nan is really generous," Feng Ming quickly nodded and flattered him.
"That way, even as a complete beginner, he has a good chance of winning."
"Brother Nan is the best, so cool."
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The others chimed in with their praises for Chen Nan.
But just then, Lin Xi interrupted their chorus with a single remark, "I can play a round, but why should I play with him? What makes him qualified?"
At first glance, this remark seemed arrogant, but it wasnât off the mark.
As one of the top Dark Night lords of the international underground organizations, even the kings of small countries wouldnât dare ask Lin Xi to entertain them.
Of course, Lin Xi couldnât be bothered to explain to these ant-like figures.
But this really irked Chen Nanâs group, and Feng Ming laughed sarcastically, "Our Brother Nan is at least a famous figure in Chuzhou City. Do you know how many people long for a chance like this and can only dream about it? And here you are asking what makes him qualified?"
"Okay then, how about this: if you win, Iâll give you a hundred thousand, and if you lose, admit that youâre trash, how about that?"
As soon as Feng Ming said those words, Bai Bingâs expression changed, fearing Lin Xi would fall for this provocation and agree, "Donât agree; golf isnât as easy as it looks."
Lin Xi didnât respond to Bai Bing but said to Feng Ming, "How about this: if I win, you slap yourself a hundred times on the spot."
Feng Mingâs expression turned sour, suddenly hesitant.
He really hadnât expected Lin Xi to be so ruthless, demanding that he slap himself publicly. If that happened, how could he continue in this circle?
"Alright," Chen Nan made the decision for Feng Ming at this moment, his confidence unshaken.
"Brother Nan,,,," Feng Ming was a bit embarrassed. What if they lost? But he had no other option now, and couldnât possibly say to Brother Nanâs face that he might lose.
If he did that, he wouldnât face pleasant consequences afterward.
"Donât worry," Chen Nan replied, signaling him not to fret.
At this moment, Bai Bing mentally cursed Chen Nan for being shameless, knowing that no matter if he won or lost, Chen Nan wouldnât suffer any losses. From Bai Bingâs perspective, even if they lost, it wasnât his own face on the line.
Moreover, she believed Chen Nanâs chances of losing were slim and wasnât expecting any miracles from Lin Xi; this wasnât a simple multiple choice question.
Meanwhile, she was also annoyed at Lin Xi, thinking, "Canât you see this is a blatant setup?"
"Then letâs start, Iâm still waiting for your buddy to slap his own face," Lin Xi impatiently said, annoyed by the unnecessary dawdling.
"Youâre quite confident now!" Chen Nan glared at Lin Xi angrily, then instructed the golf course staff to prepare.
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