Yi Qian thanked Meng Jiang with a smile, "Mr. Meng, thank you for the clubs last time. They were very easy to use. My golf skills have improved significantly with your clubs, and my scores have exceeded 100."

Meng Jiang waved his hand and smiled happily, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Meng Jiang only thought that Yi Gan was joking. What he didn't know was that when Yi Gan fought against Huang Haoxiang, he really scored over 100 strokes...

"I feel that your level is almost the same as Huang Haoxiang's"

"As for Zifan, although he is very talented in snooker, he is not a professional middle eight player after all. There may be a little gap between him and Yangzi."

"How about setting an A+ position for both of you, which means Yangzi puts you first?"

"As for you, Yangzi, do you know his strength?"

Meng Yang initially determined the grades of Yi Qian and Wang Zifan, but he didn't know much about Zhang Fei who came with them, so he could only ask Ma Chenyang.

After all, the last time Zhang Fei came to Sanhe, he only played for one night in the Central Eighth District. Meng Jiang didn't see him either, so he didn't understand his strength at all.

Since he is here to sign up, Meng Jiang also has to understand the general strength of the players, classify the grades and handicap conditions, and ensure the fairness and confrontation of the game.

Ma Chenyang was in a daze. The last time he played in the competition, the player who was ranked second was now promoted to the point where he was only one behind?

It sounds like the difference is just one ball, but in fact, from the second to the first, it spans at least five levels.

If you can beat Huang Haoxiang in snooker, is this Yi Gan's strength already at the professional level?

Or is it higher?

How could someone make such great progress!

"Yangzi, what do you think?"

Meng Jiang's inquiry awakened Ma Chenyang, who was deep in thought.

"Oh, okay..."

Just as Ma Chenyang was about to agree, Meng Jiang suddenly looked down at his phone, and then apologized in surprise.

"Sorry, I'm going to go out and wait until I come back to confirm the stalls for you."

Ma Chenyang looked at Meng Jiang's sudden change of attitude and was a little confused.

But the sharp-eyed Yi Gan saw Liu Yongqiang waiting in the distance after Meng Jiang opened the door and went out.

The other party had a gloomy face. When he saw Yi Gan's eyes drifting over, he raised his fist in a demonstration.

"It seems that Liu Yongqiang saw us coming in and wanted to do something wrong, but any conspiracy and trick are useless in the face of absolute strength!"

Yi Qian was not surprised at all by Liu Yongqiang's appearance.

Although the opponent is the boss of Jingyuan Table Tennis, it is impossible for him to instruct Meng Jiang to refuse his participation. As long as he can participate normally, Yi Gan is not afraid of other conspiracies.

After Meng Jiang and Liu Yongqiang exchanged a few words, they hurried back.

"Sorry, I just learned about the situation."

Meng Jiang apologized quickly as soon as he sat down, but what he said next was difficult for Ma Chenyang to accept.

"Just now, I heard the reaction from the fans. Yi Gan, you and Wang Zifan are even better than Huang Haoxiang. They feel that if you set the level too low, it will be unfair to the others."

"After my consideration, I have tentatively decided to set the S level for all three of you. It is the same level as Ma Chenyang, Hao Yue and other professional players."

Meng Jiang had already thought about how he would explain if Yi Gan and others wanted to object.

Unexpectedly, the first person to express opposition was Ma Chenyang.

"Brother Meng, isn't this too exaggerated?"

"I lost to Yi Gan in the last match, but Zhang Fei, who was with him, and I won in the second place. We all know what Zifan's strength is."

"Set them all in S mode. If outsiders said this, they would think we bully golfers from out of town?"

Ma Chenyang was indignant. He always believed in relying on strength to speak. No matter what the reason was that caused Meng Jiang to suddenly change his mind, he did not want to be blamed by others.

Ma Chenyang also mistakenly thought that Meng Jiang had received some news. He was afraid that he would lose, so he deliberately set a high level for the opponent to ensure his victory.

It’s a joke, you have a great first shot, you don’t need this method to beat anyone.

Otherwise, people would think that he, Ma Chenyang, is afraid!

In Yi Qian and his plan, Wang Zifan has no intention of switching to the eighth grade. This competition is just to follow along and gain experience, so it doesn't matter to him which gear he chooses.

Because Wang Zifan’s own family understands his affairs.

In the eighth-level competition, he had no confidence even when facing Zhang Fei, let alone the participation of Ma Chenyang and Yi Gan, so he had no expectations for results in this eighth-level competition.

As for Zhang Fei, ever since he planned to join forces with Yi and work hard to become a professional player, he wanted to continuously improve his level and challenge various opponents.

Therefore, even if his strength is indeed not as good as Ma Chenyang, he is still willing to fight equally against players of a higher level than himself.

Yi Qian didn't care much about this little trick played by Liu Yongqiang. He also felt that if the other party played such a trick, when he showed his true strength, the slap in the face would be more painful than the other party's.

However, he was still surprised by Ma Chenyang's righteous speech, and felt warm in his heart.

"Chen Yang, thank you, but we have been practicing hard recently, so this schedule is acceptable."

After first expressing his gratitude to Ma Chenyang, Yi Qian joked with Meng Jiang.

"Mr. Meng, your fans are relatively well-informed. They even know that we have taken the magic elixir and our level has improved by leaps and bounds. There is no problem in the S file. Let's watch our performance then."

Meng Jiang blushed and pretended not to understand what Yi Gan said.

He naturally knew that Yi Qian was subtly sarcastic about his partial belief, but Liu Yongqiang was steadfast in what he said, and he asked him to be fair and just.

This was not considered malpractice for personal gain, so Meng Jiang followed suit.

"At worst, if it's really hard to fight, I can help them adjust it later."

Meng Jiang felt guilty and was prepared to talk about it later if this was too exaggerated.

After deciding on the stall, Yi Gan paid the 300 yuan registration fee and took the two of them away.

Ma Chenyang was still a little reluctant, but after talking to Meng Jiang for a long time, Meng Jiang smiled bitterly and refused to let go, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Now we are all at the top level, so let's play well and let them see the strength of our team!"

Yi Qian was quite happy with this arrangement, which meant that the three of them did not have to accept concessions from any players, and all the benefits of the three's goals were uncompromised.

Among the three, except Wang Zifan, he has a private club that he has been practicing for several years.

When Yi Qian and Zhang Fei came from Xiongguan City, neither of them brought their own clubs.

After all, it is not cost-effective to ship entry-level clubs that cost several hundred yuan, and if you want to play professionally, you will definitely need to buy better clubs.

Especially since Yi Qian has obtained equipment specialized in making customized clubs, he no longer even needs to buy clubs. He just needs to pay attention to finding good wood suitable for clubs in the future.

With the current level of solid basic skills of the three of them, even if they use the public clubs in the golf club, their level of performance will not drop much.

At least Yi Gan feels that playing this game is enough for the time being.

But for punches, there is no way to control the tee shot using a public club.

For the middle eight, the kick-off is crucial, and can even account for half of the deciding factor in victory or defeat.

Yi Qian went to a separate equipment area in the golf room and helped the two of them and himself buy a mezz pb2 punch each.

As a classic work of violent rush, this short rush is full of power and is very suitable for the middle eight kick-off.

"Brother, there's no need to buy it for me. It's a bit wasteful for me to use it."

Wang Zifan did not expect that Yi Qian also bought one for himself. Although it looked very beautiful, he felt that it seemed a bit wasteful to use it.

After all, I will have relatively few opportunities to use it in the future. There is no need to tee off in snooker matches.

"It's okay. There are fewer snooker competitions now. You can also sign up for the 8th grade competition in the future to keep your skills."

Although Yi Qian has no intention of letting Wang Zifan turn to the eighth level for the time being, he really doesn't need this punch if he focuses on snooker.

However, when Wang Zifan’s level was not yet high and he obtained the snooker professional qualification, the number of snooker competitions he could participate in was limited.

If your usual ball practice feels too monotonous, you can completely change your mood by participating in the 8th grade competition.

After all, as a professional-level player, Yi Gan's benefits from participating in competitions are much higher than those from practicing and competing.
Chapter completed!