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Chapter 205

Song Sanxi shook his head and said with a light smile: "Caddy, a big bag of poles, carrying it, troublesome." Look, one person, one shot, how easy is it?"

As he spoke, he held the pole and shook it.

Qian Yonghong snorted, "You don't have any common sense of golf." You listened to your aunt and didn't bet with me, otherwise, you would have lost the kick-off game today. ”

At that moment, the host of the scene began to give the order, please No. 118 player, start the ball first.

Qian Yonghong took the strongest long iron and stood on the tee.

Dressed in a beautiful cold-proof white shirt and a black horse clip, slightly chubby, tall, this product also shows a bit of temperament.

Hardcore one, split legs.

Stroke twice, volley!

The whistling iron blast is very powerful.

In an instant, twist your waist and swing your hips.

Styling, very handsome.

With a snap, the white golf ball flew away.

The audience was shocked.

This power is very sufficient!

Qian Yonghong, in a chic posture, turned his head.

Chong Song Sanxi, smiled slightly, and then watched the golf ball hit the ground.

Soon, the radio sounded: Runner No. 118, 2815 meters!

This is quite an impressive result in the amateur category.

The audience burst into applause.

Qian Yonghong smiled coldly at Song Sanxi again, and said in a low voice: "See, this is the power of the long pole." ”

Song Sanxi pouted, with a very gentlemanly expression, and did not speak.

Then, Qian Yonghong took another shot, 279 meters.

It's still far away, and the audience applauds.

He was a little depressed and shook his head.

Song Sanxi said: "Don't worry, there is a third shot." ”

Qian Yonghong sneered: "Your short pole will never be able to hit more than 250 meters." ”

Song Sanxi smiled lightly.

Qian Yonghong took a deep breath and adjusted.

On the third shot, swing hard, and the club whistles.

This product, with Zenith.

His face instantly turned red.

The body line stretches out a sense of strength.

This time, it's 301 meters!

The whole audience blew up!

At 301 meters, this is the best result in the field so far.

Historically, if you drive past 200 meters, you may advance to the next round.

broadcast and commentary, all praised Qian Yonghong.

This guy can't be satisfied.

The club was handed to the caddie and smiled proudly at Song Sanxi, "It's your turn." If you can hit 250 meters, even if I lose. ”

Song Sanxi said lightly: "You are doomed." ”

Then, he walked to the tee box.

The audience burst into laughter.

"Is this a competition? I'm still wearing a trench coat. ”

"What's the deal with a short pole?"

"A little common sense, okay? Tee, you have to use a long club."

"This, at first glance, is fun"

“”

Song Sanxi ignored all the ridicule, and walked up and swung it out.

You don't need to adjust the position of your feet, you don't need to make gestures, you just need to be sharp.

Whistling rods!

Syllable!

The golf ball flew out with a high-pitched whistling sound.

The whole court shut up and watched the ball fly far, far away.

Then, the results come in.

"Runner No. 119, 405 meters!

The audience was silent for a few seconds.

Then, it exploded.

There was a round of applause, and the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis rang out.

The live broadcast commentators were crazy, "Oh my God, the short pole blasts 405 meters, if it's a long pole, 500 meters is no problem! This No. 119 starter is too powerful." I remember the last time I won the championship, it was only 395 meters, right?"