After thinking about it, Yi Qian continued to pay for the ball and continued to practice.

Making money by the way, well, it's really just by the way.

"The host has hit the ball more than 100 times and received a correction."

Scoring 100 times is still a simple matter of practicing. Once you become proficient, it only takes about 10 minutes.

Yi Gan will soon receive a correction.

My vision slowly blurred, and the replay of the movements I had just practiced 100 times came to my mind.

"Well, I didn't stand properly this time. It should be three o'clock and one line."

"The stroke was too urgent this time, I should fix the rhythm."

After seeing the various shortcomings in his practice, Yi Qian's brain came with countless messages, including corrections to his shortcomings and correct demonstrations.

After what seemed like a long time, Yi Qian opened his eyes.

Yi Qian feels that his understanding of stance, shot and power has become much deeper.

Suddenly, he saw Zhang Fei, who had just taken a drink from the bar, turning around and walking towards him.

"Is this one hour of realization, one second passed?"

I was still worried that I would be looked at as a fool if I just stood there with my eyes closed, but I found that when I was comprehending, the real time actually stopped!

“This high technology is amazing and the system is awesome!”

Zhang Fei, who was tall and tall, walked up to Yi Feng, looked at Yi Qian holding the club and said with a smile.

"How about practicing five points? Are you going to be eliminated in the first round and try to get stronger?"

"Then you have to practice hard. Don't tell me, I feel good after practicing for a while."

Although he was complained about, Yi Gan was not angry at all. They were all familiar friends who played together often. There was no malice in Zhang Fei's words.

"Oh, I've got the feeling now. That's great. Let's play a game?"

"Let's play a game for free. Why don't we bet five points and have a drink?"

Zhang Fei is recognized as the first shot in this golf club. Yi Qian is far from his level, and there is almost no guarantee of winning in the game.

However, if the comparison is only five points, Yi Qian has just been corrected by the system and has some insights, so he is somewhat confident.

"Okay, five points is five points, let me show you the basic skills of a master!"

Zhang Fei's eyes started to shine as soon as he heard about the bet on drinks. He immediately took out his cue and asked the waiter to start the game.

After setting up their formation, Zhang Fei asked, "How do you compare, do you come first or me?"

"Let's play a group of each. You go first, otherwise I'll go first and let them all in. I'm afraid you'll cheat and refuse to admit it."

Yi Qian's confident appearance did not scare Zhang Fei. They were both regular customers of the ball room and knew each other's skills well.

Zhang Fei only thought that Yi Gan was talking nonsense, smiled, shook his head, and began to lean over to hit the ball.

For Zhang Fei, who can barely be called an amateur master, the five-point exercise is indeed the most elementary exercise, with almost no difficulty.

However, after just eating, his stomach was a little bloated and he felt a little underestimated. Zhang Fei accidentally missed and missed 2 out of 15 balls.

"Come on." Although Zhang Fei was a little nervous, he still managed to stay calm.

Yi Gan was originally worried that Zhang Fei would have to wait for the second round if he scored all 15, but the opponent made a serious mistake.

He yelled directly at the bar, "Boss, take a Red Bull and remember it for Zhang Fei!"

After saying that, he leaned over and started hitting the ball quickly.

"I wiped it. You installed it for me before I even hit you!"

Zhang Fei was looked down upon and became angry and about to get angry.

Suddenly, Yi Gan's posture of focusing on hitting the ball made him stunned.

In his eyes, every stance of Yi Gan is just right, every stroke is stable and smooth, and every shot is smooth and smooth.

"Am I hallucinating? Is this still easy to do?"

Zhang Fei was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.

“Thank you boss for the Red Bull!”

Yi Gan stood up and closed the pole, patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder and said proudly.

"Finished? All in?"

Only then did Zhang Fei realize that the fact was that Yi Gan's movements were impeccable and he scored all 15 goals. He lost!
Chapter completed!