Song Sanxi shook his head and said with a slight smile: "Caddy, it's a big bag of poles to carry on your back. It's troublesome. Look, one person, one shot, how easy it is?"
As he spoke, he held the pole and shook it.
Qian Yonghong snorted, "You don't have any common sense about golf. It's a good thing that you listened to your aunt and didn't bet with me. Otherwise, you would have lost the kickoff today."
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At that moment, the host on the scene began to give orders, asking player No. 118 to tee off first.
Qian Yonghong took the strongest long iron and stood at the teeing position.
Wearing a beautiful cold-proof white shirt and a black vest, he is slightly fat and tall, and he still looks a bit elegant.
One iron pole and two legs.
Make two gestures and strike!
The roar of the iron rod is very powerful.
In an instant, twist your waist and swing your hips.
The shape is very handsome.
With a snap, the white golf ball flew away.
The whole audience was shocked.
This power is quite sufficient!
Qian Yonghong, with a chic posture, turned his head.
He smiled at Song Sanxi, and then watched the golf ball fall to the ground.
Soon, the radio rang: Contestant No. 118, 281.5 meters!
This is already quite an amazing result in the amateur category.
The whole audience burst into applause.
Qian Yonghong smiled coldly at Song Sanxi again and said in a low voice: "Did you see it? This is the power of the long pole."
Song Sanxi curled her lips with a very gentlemanly expression and said nothing.
Then, Qian Yonghong drove another shot, 279 meters.
It was still far away, and the audience cheered.
He was a little depressed and shook his head.
Song San said happily: "Don't worry, there is still a third shot."
Qian Yonghong sneered: "Your short game will never hit more than 250 meters."
Song Sanxi smiled lightly.
Qian Yonghong took a deep breath and adjusted.
On the third shot, I swung hard and the club roared.
This product is made of genuine force.
His face instantly turned red.
The body lines are stretched out with a sense of strength.
This time, it was 301 meters!
The whole place exploded!
301 meters, this is already the best result in the field so far.
In the past, anyone who drove over 200 meters was likely to advance to the next round.
The broadcasters and commentators all praised Qian Yonghong.
This guy is extremely satisfied.
He handed the club to the caddy and smiled proudly at Song Sanxi, "It's your turn. If you can hit 250 meters, I will lose."
Song Sanxi said calmly: "You will definitely lose."
Then, he walked to the tee shot.
The whole audience burst into laughter.
"Are you participating in a competition? You're actually wearing a windbreaker."
"What's the point of holding a short pole?"
"Can you have some common sense? To tee off, you need to use a long stick..."
"This, it seems like this is just for fun..."
"..."
Song Sanxi ignored all the ridicule, walked up and swung out the stick.
No need to adjust the position of the feet or gestures, just quick and easy.
Howling pole sound!
Snap!
The golf ball flew out with a sharp whistling sound.
Everyone shut up and watched the ball fly far, far away.
Then, the results are reported.
"Participant No. 119, 405 meters! The result is valid!"
The whole place was quiet for a few seconds.
Then, it exploded.
There was a round of applause and cheers from the mountains and the tsunami.
The live broadcast commentator went crazy, "Oh my God, the short pole hit 405 meters. If it's a long pole, it's 500 meters. It's no problem! No. 119 took the lead, it was amazing. I remember, the last champion was just
395 meters, right?”
Qian Yonghong was on the side, his face changed.
incredible.
This Song Sanxi is 104 meters ahead of him!
With that body grid, is this possible?
Two best friends, Huang Changyong and Wang Hui, looked dumbfounded in the private room.
Even to death, I don’t believe that Song Sanxi could drive so far.
But the on-site measurement will not be wrong.
Song Sanxi smiled lightly and said, "I don't want to play the next two shots."
After saying that, he carried the pole and walked towards the private room, his coat fluttering.
capricious.
Calmly.
The whole place was in an uproar again.
If you don't fight, you will definitely advance to the next round.
Qian Yonghong looked at him as if he were a monster, "You...what...how..."
Language is actually not that easy to organize.
Song Sanxi smiled lightly, "Maybe I'm lucky, right?"
Qian Yonghong is speechless.
Damn it, I'm lucky I didn't bet on the kickoff with this guy, otherwise I would have lost again.
However, next, in the next round of the main game, I have to find a chance to place a bet with you.
Song Sanxi returned to the private room and was greeted by a sweet hug.
The little girl hugged her father's leg, raised her head and said excitedly: "Rake, are you the one who can hit the furthest? Are you the champion? Can you win two million?"
Su Youqing smiled gloomily, "Tiantian, this is just a competition! The two million is for the next competition. It will be more exciting later!"
"Yeah, rake?"
"Well, yes. Dad must perform well and strive for the championship, okay?" Song Sanxi nodded, put down the club, and picked up her daughter, feeling very satisfied.
"Okay, okay..." Tiantian clapped her little hands and applauded, "I want to be the champion in raking, I want to be the champion in raking..."
Almost an hour later, the kickoff ended.
Two hundred people were eliminated.
Song Sanxi, 405 meters, won the kick-off championship.
The bonus is not much, 50,000 in cash.
But it’s also a championship!
Song Sanxi went to receive the award calmly.
The host also interviewed him: "Mr. Song, you won the kick-off competition. Do you have any acceptance speech?"
Facing the microphone, he was not afraid at all, "Oh, do you need a speech?"
"Haha, tell me a few words! Sir's kick-off was really wonderful."
"Okay! Today, I would like to thank my daughter and eldest sister for coming to the scene and giving me strength."
Then, take the cash and withdraw directly.
Later, when the host emphasized the power of family ties and other polite words, he ignored them.
In the private room, 50,000 yuan was placed on the table, and he smiled and said: "Sister, take it, this money is your hard work today."
"This... why am I working so hard?" Su Youqing felt like she was dreaming when she faced five wads of cash.
Earned fifty thousand so easily?
Song Sanxi won, but gave it to her.
"It's hard work to be able to come! Take it, consider it a reward from me to Tiantian and her little brother!"
Tiantian heard this and said, "Wow! That's right. Today, my little brother is here too! He came in my aunt's belly, hehe..."
Cute children always lighten up the atmosphere.
Su Youqing had no choice but to put the money in her bag.
Tiantian said: "Hake, I'm here with you, can I get a reward?"
"Of course. It's getting late, let's go back. Come back during the afternoon game. I want to make candied haws for Tiantian, as a reward!"
"Wow! Raking is great, candied haws on a stick is much better than money. You can eat candied haws on a stick, but not money..."
Afterwards, a group of three people, two large and one small, left and headed to the parking lot.
On the way, someone actually met Song Sanxi.
After all, the winner of the kick-off match is very popular.
"Ah, isn't that the kick-off champion Song Sanxi?"
"Yes! As expected, I brought my family here."
"That's his daughter, she's so beautiful."
"His wife is also very beautiful!"
Su Youqing's face turned red.
Song Sanxi looked as usual and didn't want to say anything.
But Tiantian was not happy, "Don't talk nonsense, this is my aunt, not my mom, not my raking wife!"
Someone had a bad look on his face, "Oh oh oh, pretty little girl, we know, your dad, your aunt, you, hehe, we are a family of three..."