The calm and cold voice of the short-haired girl echoed throughout the scene. The smiles on the faces of the guys who asked for WeChat messages disappeared and they stood there awkwardly.
The young man who made the rude words was choked. He obviously didn't expect that the ordinary-looking boy and the girl in front of him were a couple. However, looking at the intimate behavior of the two at this time, his doubts gradually disappeared, but he did not give up and turned around.
And sarcastically said to Lexus:
"You see how well this girl plays, do you know how to play? Ah? Are you worthy of standing with her? Do you think holding a stick means you are a professional? If you can play as well as her, I will stand on my head and eat.
Soar!"
The young man's bold words were not without purpose. Even coach Xingchen could only score 4 goals in a row before, and most people couldn't score even one. The boy in front of him had to look good, and his clothes were good.
When it comes to clothing, no matter how you look at it, you are not an expert, so you can’t possibly make a mistake!
"Okay, just say a few words less."
Xu Dongyang answered.
"Don't set a flag casually, be careful if one word turns into a prophecy."
Coach Xingchen also gathered around the table and said, looking at the young man playfully, but looking at his watch to check the time from time to time.
Ling Zhi has been in a state of confusion during this period. He did not expect that a girl with short hair would defend himself so much.
As for the boyfriend? What are you thinking about? People have already said that he is using himself as a shield. This time he must use this excuse to prevent other people from gossiping.
Yes! That must be the case. Since we are friends, helping her pretend for a while, of course there is no problem with this little thing.
After thinking clearly about the joints, Ling Zhi's attention returned. After everyone around him finished speaking, he smiled and responded to the young man:
"Okay, then just wait and stand on your head, haha."
After saying that, he picked up the white ball and put it near the mouth of the right bottom pocket, ready to hit. The short-haired girl handed him the club. He shook his head slightly and did not accept it. He immediately got down and started hitting the ball.
"You still dare to ask Da Da, right? You don't even use the good clubs given to you. Hey, sister, he doesn't need to give them to me, I use them."
Zhao Shiyan didn't even look at him, just stared at Ling Zhi and said:
"Shut up!"
"Tch, what are you pretending to be?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zhi took out the shot. The target ball fell steadily into the bag, and the white ball followed slowly forward for a while.
"Are you good at exerting force? Didn't your girlfriend teach you? Your shot is soft because you haven't had dinner, right?"
Everyone around the young man burst into laughter.
Ling Zhi ignored him. He had no intention of pretending to be a grandson like the people in front of him from the beginning.
Having said that, the 5-point challenge itself is a game that tests basic skills. He was very confident in himself, so he planned to hit the ball with medium power from the beginning.
If you maintain a good posture and pause before and after taking the shot, scoring a goal should not be a big problem.
Moreover, although the weather was very humid today, I did not feel any sluggishness. Maybe it was because I chose a good pole.
Lingzhi didn't think for too long and immediately started hitting the second shot. Then the third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot...
At first, people would help him applaud and slap the table. But as the number of his strikes increased, gradually, the scene started to smell like a pin drop.
"Dong! Ding! Ding!"
"Dong! Ding! Ding!"
…
The golf room was filled with the sounds of the club hitting the ball, the white ball hitting the target ball, and the target ball falling into the pocket. No one spoke, for fear of disturbing the rising new record.
Ling Zhi himself gradually calmed down as the number of blows increased.
Maybe someone helped him pick up the ball, and the interval between two shots became much shorter than before. He could increasingly feel that the club fit his left hand better when he took the shot, as if there was a steel ring.
It's the same as hooping a club.
Moreover, he did not opportunistically move the white ball forward a little further, but placed it on the edge of the bag, holding the edge of the bag tightly with his left hand without any shaking.
For a moment, he seemed to have an illusion. If he didn't use force and deformed badly, he didn't seem to have to worry about the problem of the shot. As long as he sent it in that direction, the white ball would definitely reach the position he expected, without a trace.
deviation.
However, he abandoned his thoughts and began to seriously aim at the next ball. Such careless thoughts are absolutely unacceptable.
Eight strokes, nine strokes, ten strokes. The rhythm of Ling Zhi's every shot gradually became fixed, and the crowd of onlookers could also feel that every shot of the boy in front of them was almost like a copy and paste, and the white ball followed after hitting the ball continuously.
There was no difference in distance. Everyone was amazed, but no one made a sound, except for some sparse applause when the tenth shot was shot.
Fourteen shots, fifteen shots, sixteen shots... The crowd around them had already taken out their mobile phones and started recording. Zhao Shiyan originally wanted to record it, but after thinking about it for a moment, she gave up the plan because she believed that the boy in front of her could do it again in the future.
To make such a wonderful connecting rod.
Finally, the twentieth ball was pocketed, and cheers and applause resounded throughout the golf room.
Some people around dispersed and started practicing shots at their golf tables. The scene became noisy, everyone was talking and pointing at Ling Zhi.
But Lingzhi had no intention of stopping, and the young lady continued to help him pick up the ball. Lingzhi continued to score 5 points. People around him saw his consistent shots. In addition, he had already won the highest award, and he had no more points.
I lost interest in watching, and within a short time more than half of them were gone.
5 minutes later.
"How many scores did he score?"
Coach Xingchen suddenly asked.
"Well, I stopped counting. His rhythm kept accelerating, and then I just helped him pick up the ball. It's probably more than 30 strokes, or 40?"
The service lady said sheepishly.
"43 shots."
A cold and firm voice broke in.
Coach Xingchen glanced at the girl next to Ling Zhi with a smile, and then looked away, thoughtfully.
After a long period of dribbling, Ling Zhi's right arm was already a little sore, and he was too embarrassed to let others help him pick up the ball all the time, so he thought for a while, lay down, aimed at the right side of the target ball, and took a moment to dribble.
Then he struck it out.
This time, the white ball did not hit the entire target ball, but hit a thin edge. The target ball slowly slid to the left, and finally entered... the left center pocket.
There was a burst of laughter in the scene. Everyone was amused by this dramatic scene, but they turned to thunderous applause.
If it doesn’t go into the bottom bag but into the middle bag, this can be regarded as an Easter egg presented to everyone by the boy in front of me.
What Ling Zhi didn't notice was that among all the applauding people, a girl with short hair clapped her hands most diligently and stared at his back with adoring eyes.
Ling Zhi first thanked the young lady, nodded to coach Xingchen, turned around and said to Xu Dongyang and the short-haired girl with a smile:
"its not bad, right."
"Not only are you pretty good, I've never seen you so good before."
"Lingzhi, you are so awesome!"
Zhao Shiyan clenched his fists and raised them in front of his chest, staring at Ling Zhi with burning eyes. Ling Zhi was a little embarrassed by the stare, so he scratched his head and said modestly:
"Well, good luck, just good luck. I picked a good pole and the feel is okay, haha. This is just a test of basic skills and cannot be equated with strength."
After Ling Zhi finished speaking, he turned around to look for the young man who had just made the rude remarks, but he was gone.
However, I saw a circle of people cheering around a table from a distance. I could vaguely see two hands inside holding the ground, trembling visibly. Lingzhi smiled and shook his head. The young lady next to him came over and held two sheets.
cards and a rod box set, says:
"Hello, sir, here are your prizes, annual passes and golf clubs. I hope you can come to our store often to spend money when you have time in the future."
"Miss, this is your monthly card, congratulations."
People around looked at this scene with envy. Some people continued to step forward to challenge the 5-point score, while more people chose to return to their own tables and start practicing. Ling Zhi and Zhao Shiyan happily accepted the prizes and returned to the Ying Zhang they opened.
Next to the billiard table. Zhao Shiyan ignored his own happiness and instead urged Ling Zhi to take out the cue and take a look.
Lingzhi took out the club, which was an ordinary two-section set. The front club was made of ash and the back handle was maple, which are also common woods. The sword pattern is very detailed and the leather head is ground very smooth. There are two more in the club box.
Powder, club towel, sandpaper and 502 glue are all available. With these, although it is not as good as professional players, there is no problem in carrying the club directly to play the game.
"Okay, you made a lot of money this time. This shot looks pretty good. It should be the latest model of Yingjian billiards."
Xu Dongyang sighed.
"It's okay. I don't have high requirements for clubs, as long as the tip is not a mushroom tip. The diameter of this club head is only about 9.8, so it should be good for both English and Chinese styles."
As Ling Zhi spoke, he handed the club in his hand to Zhao Shiyan. Zhao Shiyan carefully rubbed the sword pattern on the club as he did last time, almost kissing it with his little mouth.
"Brother, you play the ball well. Did you learn it somewhere?"
A deep and familiar voice came. Ling Zhi turned around and saw that it was Coach Xingchen whom the young lady just mentioned. Although Ling Zhi didn't know him, since he was called "coach" by others, his strength must be extraordinary.
Since you are a senior, you must be humble.
"No, no, I just come from a wild background. You're pretty good too. I'm just lucky. You didn't even practice golf just now, but you were able to score four shots in a row. That's terrifying."
"Hahahaha! You can do it, you know how to talk. But your 43 shots was definitely not luck, so don't underestimate yourself."
Coach Xingchen patted Ling Zhi on the shoulder and also complimented the short-haired girl next to him, and they started chatting enthusiastically.
Ling Zhi told the story that he and Zhao Shiyan came here to play because they listened to Uncle Li's recommendation. He also learned that coach Xingchen worked as a coach in this newly opened ball room. He usually taught new players how to play, and occasionally gave him lessons.
Someone else was a sparring partner, but it was Uncle Li who invited me.
But when it came to Uncle Li, Ling Zhi still couldn't hide his curiosity.
The old man is a master, and this ball room probably belongs to him, and he probably has many disciples under his name. In addition to Brother Xu and Coach Xingchen, he probably also knows many billiards masters. What is his true identity?
Taking this opportunity, Ling Zhi raised this question. Coach Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and then said in an incredible tone:
"You know Lao Li, but you still don't know who he is?"
"Forehead……"
Ling Zhi scratched his head, a little embarrassed. Coach Xingchen shook his head with a smile and said:
"Although Lao Li is older now, his popularity has not diminished at all. He is a senior coach officially certified by the China Taiwan Association."