Chapter 42: Fly Out

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Fly Out

"Snap."

Chen Nan made his first shot, and the ball flew out, soon landing not far from the first hole.

Judging by this shot, his start was quite good, expected to make it in four strokes.

In the end, his performance exceeded everyone’s expectations, he made it in three strokes in the first hole, something even professional players rarely achieve.

"That’s Brother Nan for you, awesome," Feng Ming shouted excitedly, and others whispered, this opening was indeed impressive.

Then Chen Nan smiled at Lin Xi and went to the tee area of the second hole, and with a "snap," the ball flew out, but this shot was a bit off, landing far away, and he ended up taking five strokes to sink the ball.

He took four strokes each for the third and fourth holes, maintaining his usual standard, which was pretty good.

He wasn’t in great shape on the fifth hole, taking five strokes, and five strokes for the sixth, seventh, and so on until the tenth hole, which made Chen Nan a bit anxious.

If it continued like this, wouldn’t it be over eighty strokes?

At this moment, the atmosphere on the golf course became a little tense, especially among Chen Nan’s group, who didn’t dare to utter a word.

Lin Xi leaned against a nearby car, seemingly dozing off, and Bai Bing beside him was internally speechless but helpless.

In the eleventh hole, Chen Nan regained his form and made it in four strokes.

In the twelfth hole, he performed even better, making it in three strokes.

For the next few holes, he alternated between three and four strokes, finally completing the eighteen holes in seventy-four strokes.

Compared to his last round, it was one stroke better.

Although this improvement seemed minor, in the sport of golf, every stroke of progress is tremendously challenging.

Amidst the praises from his group, Chen Nan restrained his inner joy and walked toward the tee area.

"Seventy-four strokes, which means Lin Xi needs to sink the ball into all eighteen holes in three hundred seventy strokes or less," Chen Nan calculated while thinking to himself, "When he first played golf, he seemed to take four hundred twenty strokes."

That was with his grandfather, who praised his talent.

Since then, after diving deeper into golf, he understood that for an average newcomer, it generally takes over four hundred fifty strokes to complete the eighteen holes.

Of course, those with poor talent may even require over a thousand strokes.

"Huh?"

Upon reaching the tee area, Chen Nan found Lin Xi leaning against the car sleeping, and his face darkened as Bai Bing stood beside him, not intending to wake him.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Feng Ming loudly cleared his throat several times.

Lin Xi then opened his eyes, surprised, "Finished? That was quick."

"Of course, if Brother Nan hadn’t had a few misplays in between, he would’ve finished earlier," Feng Ming scoffed at Lin Xi.

Chen Nan’s expression improved slightly, and he proudly stated, "A total of seventy-four strokes."

Expected Lin Xi to be surprised again, but unexpectedly, he looked astonished, "Eighteen holes, and you took seventy-four strokes?"

"..." Chen Nan wore a mocking expression and didn’t respond.

"..." Bai Bing felt awkward, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

The group couldn’t help but murmur, "By your account, shouldn’t it be less than seventy-four strokes?"

"If he doesn’t need seventy-four strokes, I’ll livestream eating, shit."

"I could streak in public."

"Truly young and ignorant, not knowing the depths of the sky."

"Who does he think he is, Tiger Woods?"

"Talking big, anyone can do that; you’d better start preparing now," Feng Ming spoke, feeling relieved about his prior concerns.

He thought he was overthinking it.

Someone who talks like Lin Xi is either truly skilled or a complete waste.

Apparently, someone who doesn’t know golf at all speaking like that is surely brainless.

Moments later, the group returned to the tee area of the first hole, Lin Xi holding the club with one hand, not even aiming, nor bending at the waist, and with a "snap," the ball flew out, landing with a big deviation.

Chen Nan laughed; he had been worried Lin Xi was pretending not to know, but now it seemed he didn’t just lack knowledge, but didn’t even understand the basic stance and minimal skills of playing.

For starters, you need both hands to ensure stability, not to mention controlling the force of your swing and aiming direction, these are minimal requirements.

As for more advanced factors like wind direction and velocity, those aren’t considerations for an average person.

"This junior brother is truly honest, doesn’t know how indeed!" Feng Ming said smugly, ridiculing.

At this point, Bai Bing was resigned, wishing to drag the absent-minded Bai Xingye away.

"Maybe he’s holding back?" Chen Nan teased on purpose.

"Brother Nan is right, perhaps he’ll give us a ’miracle,’" Feng Ming’s words sounded odd, but everyone understood the implication and began to laugh heartily.

Lin Xi paid no attention to this group, but thought to himself, "Overdid the force."

"Snap."

He made his second shot, which still deviated significantly.

For the third shot, the ball was further from the hole.

On the fourth shot, it landed near the first hole.

The fifth shot, which everyone thought might go in, unexpectedly had Lin Xi overdoing the force again, sending the ball flying far.

The seventh shot.

The eighth shot.

"..."

It wasn’t until the twenty-fifth shot that the ball barely landed in the hole.

At this moment, Chen Nan was completely reassured, realizing Lin Xi was a total beginner, even worse than a typical novice, thinking,

"At this level, it’ll take at least five hundred strokes to finish. When that happens, you’ll have to publicly admit you’re trash; let’s see how you can face Xiaobing then."

Bai Bing remained calm and began thinking about how to help Lin Xi after the bet was over.

It seemed unlikely to settle with Feng Ming, who surely listened to Chen Nan, and Lin Xi had already gravely offended Chen Nan.

She hadn’t planned her next move yet, as the second hole began.

This hole was even worse; Lin Xi took a full twenty-six strokes to sink the ball.

At the tee area of the third hole, Lin Xi didn’t immediately swing this time, instead turning around and seriously saying, "I’m done playing with you guys."

Everyone was puzzled, only to hear a "snap," and the ball flew far towards the hole, stopping at the edge.

"Bang." Feng Ming dropped the bottled water he was about to drink on the ground.

"Snap." Ball in.

Third hole, completed in two strokes.

"Still a bit off with the force," Lin Xi commented slightly dissatisfied.

Chen Nan lost his composure, "Impossible, it must be a fluke."

At the tee area of the fourth hole, the crowd that was ready to laugh at him stared intently at Lin Xi’s back.

Lin Xi still swung with one hand, still didn’t bend over, like his hand lightly lifted, then the ball flew out.

Fourth hole, completed in one stroke.

Fifth hole, completed in one stroke.

Sixth hole, also completed in one stroke.

"..."

All the way to the eighteenth hole, all completed in one stroke, finally adding up, Lin Xi finished in just sixty-seven strokes.

This result might not mean much globally, but considering he completed the last ones all in one stroke, it’s terrifying.

Even for the world record holder, the probability of a hole-in-one is extremely low.

"Scoundrel, I should’ve known you wouldn’t be foolish enough to fall for others!" Bai Bing snapped out of her shock, unable to resist pinching Lin Xi’s waist, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

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