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Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh hole-in-one

"Doctor Ye, do you really want to compare?"

Su Ruyue's tone was filled with anxiety. As a person in the circle, she naturally knew what level of Jin Zhao's golf was.

Although it is not as good as a professional player, the difference is not much.

Even if I don’t have any hope of winning, let alone Ye Bufan, who has never played golf before.

"It's okay, don't worry, I am a person with strong learning ability and will definitely win this game."

Ye Bufan's expression remained calm, and the only one who had enough confidence in himself at the scene was.

Ximen Yujiao sneered: "Is that true? Since you are so sure, how about adding me?"

In her opinion, the local bun in front of her was completely bluffing, not knowing how to play golf.

"Of course, since Miss Ximen wants to play, then you are the only one." Ye Bufan asked, "I wonder what you want to bet on?"

"If you lose, be a dog for me for a day and you have to bring a dog leash to eat dog food."

As she spoke, a hint of hideousness and excitement appeared on Ximen Yujiao's face. At this moment, Ye Bufan was lying at her feet like a dog.

"No problem, but I have to add a little more to my bet, 100 big mouths."

Ximen Yujiao agreed very simply: "Yes, let's just say that, and I'll ask Miss Su to be a notary."

Su Ruyue sighed. She had no way to stop the matter at this point, so she could only watch from the side.

Ye Bufan asked, "Since you have made a decision, how are you going to play?"

"Play it simpler. How about one hour limit based on the number of poles?"

"Can."

Ye Bufan agreed.

"I'll do it first."

Ximen Yujiao's face was excited, and the moment of slapping her in the face finally came.

She reached out and took a club from the side. It can be seen from her attacking posture that she is also a good player.

Although this woman's ball is not as good as Jin Zhao's, it is reasonable, so she is eager to show it.

Ye Bufan smiled indifferently: "You can do whatever you want, I'll come in the end."

In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, Ximen Yujiao came to the serving area with the ball.

Her toes rush on the grass twice, posing in a familiar way, then glanced at the hole in the distance, and picked up the club and waved it.

With a bang, the club accurately hit the white ball, and the ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, accurately hitting a place not far from the hole.

“Good fight.”

The men she brought were applauding together, and Su Ruyue frowned. In this case, Ye Bufan had almost no hope of winning.

Jin Zhao also picked up the club and was confident: "I'll do the second shot."

While he was talking, he also came to the serving area, focused his attention, his feet slightly inward, and his arms approached his body. His posture looked extremely elegant, just like a professional player.

Then, he swung a dashing shot.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the ball flew out, and when it fell, it was less than two centimeters from the hole. This level was indeed amazing.

"Sorry, I'm so ugly."

Jin Zhao looked proud. The only thing he could do in his life was this golf ball.

Then he shook his head with regret: "This club is a bit unsatisfactory, otherwise the ball could be moved forward a little further."

"It's already very good, comparable to professional standards."

Ximen Yujiao said.

"I'm just having fun, it's nothing. Besides, Mr. Ye hasn't taken action yet, so he might just throw me a few streets away."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Ye Bufan, "Mr. Ye, it's time for you."

Su Ruyue wanted to stop it, but it was obviously too late to do so, and she could only swallow the words to her mouth.

Ximen Yujiao sneered and said, "It's right that you show off your skills to us."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly and reached out to take a club, but his movements looked casual and not formal at all, which was not much different from migrant workers carrying goods into the city with a shoulder pole.

Ximen Yujiao both showed sneers on her face, waiting to see how embarrassing he was.

The people behind them also began to whisper: "Oh my God, this rustic bun doesn't even know how to move, and he dares to bet with the young lady. Isn't this asking for death?"

"I have never seen such an idiot. Now I understand what it means to humiliate myself. It's like water coming into my head, and there are quite a few people who are entering."

"I dare to bet with you that he will never be able to enter the hole without more than 10 shots. If he enters the hole below 10 strokes, I will eat the ball directly."

Ye Bufan ignored the others at all. He came to the serving area and waved the club twice, but his movements were still very stiff.

Jin Zhao sneered: "It seems that Mr. Ye didn't learn very well just now? Do you want to watch the video for a while?"

"No need, it's enough to beat you at my current level."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he stopped doing any activities. He first closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and then swung the club out.

At this moment, his whole body changed, his movements became extremely standard, and he beat very casually.

With a bang, the golf ball in front of him came out, drawing a beautiful arc and flew high, followed by a crisp sound that fell directly into the hole.

It is clean and neat, without any delay.

At this moment, the entire court was quiet and everyone was stunned.

Ximen Yujiao and Jin Zhao almost popped out of their eyes. They never expected that this guy would not take action, and he would have such an amazing effect as soon as he made a move.

They can't even think about it when they enter the hole with one shot. They will only encounter this situation by chance when they are lucky.

And the local bun in front of him obviously doesn’t know how to play at all. After watching the video for a while, how could he get into the hole in one shot?

Su Ruyue originally thought that he would lose terriblely, and even couldn't bear to look at him, but she never expected that this would be the result.

Ye Bufan put down the club, moved his wrists, and said in the tone of Jin Zhao just now: "I'm sorry, I didn't perform well.

The clubs are a little unsatisfactory, otherwise the results will be better.”

As soon as he said this, Ximen Yujiao and his men's faces became extremely ugly, and they were so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping water.

"Damn, I've gotten into the hole with one shot, and I want to get better. Tell me how to be better? Can I show off a little more?"

Ximen Yujiao's subordinate shouted: "Luck, it must be luck. If this local bun is not confused, I will eat the ball directly."

Ye Bufan turned his head and looked at him and smiled slightly: "That's what you said just now. If I enter the hole within ten strokes, you will eat the ball. Is it time to fulfill my promise now?"

"I……"

The man was speechless after being criticized, his face turned into a pig's liver, and he instantly closed his mouth.

However, this sentence also reminded Jin Zhao that he also believed that Ye Bufan's shot was just a result of luck and was completely confused.

"Mr. Ye, it seems that he is lucky. We admit defeat in this game. I hope you will have this kind of luck in the next game."

Ye Bufan said, "Is it lucky? I am so strong. I just told you that I have a strong learning ability."

"Then we'll compare to the second game."
Chapter completed!
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