Jordan believes that he often plays golf and his level is not bad, so he wants to pit Zhou Quan, he wants to increase the difficulty, and said: "Since we have bet, of course we choose the same tee, there are five kinds of tees, black, gold, blue, white and red, I choose gold." ”

"No, I'm going to choose the black table." Zhou Quan objected.

There are generally only four types of tables on the court, which are black, basket, white, and red, black is the men's professional level, the basket color is the women's professional level and the men's amateur level, the white color is the men's beginner class and the women's amateur level, and the red level is the lowest level player.

But there's also a kind of gold, which was found on Zhou Quan's court yesterday, and it's a level that is halfway between black and basket, corresponding to semi-professional golfers.

"Are you crazy?"

Jordan wondered.

"To fight or not?" Zhou Quan asked.

"This kid can't really be professional, right? Impossible, impossible! If he had a professional level, he would have played pro games a long time ago, and this kid wants to bluff me. ”

When Jordan thought of this, he immediately said, "Okay, the black table is the black table." ”

He didn't believe that Zhou Quan had a professional level at all, and he didn't believe that he couldn't play Zhou Quan, a hillbilly.

"Black Tee, you guys actually play professional? Then you guys play, I'll go to the basket Tee. ”

As he spoke, the postman walked to the cart next to him, and John Stockton and several others followed.

There are five more who remain to play professionally, namely Barkley, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Big Dream Olajuwon, Pippen, plus Zhou Quan and Jordan, and seven people are moving towards Kim Tee.

It's not that they think they have a professional level, but they are not willing to be weak, and besides, they don't gamble money, they are not afraid of losing, and they can watch the excitement when they follow the side.

The three superstars of the Dream Team are Big Bird Bird, Magic Johnson, and Flyer Michael Jordan, and even Barkley and Big Dream are not supergiants now.

"Michael, $30,000 a shot, are you confident of winning Iron Fist?" Some media asked.

Jordan said disdainfully: "I can win him on the basketball court, and I can win him on the golf court." ”

"Iron Fist, why didn't you just promise a $10,000 bet? Do you think you can win on a safe track? The reporter asked, turning the muzzle of the gun.

Zhou Quan smiled: "Someone wants to send me money, why don't I choose to take more of it." ”

"Poof!"

Larry Bird burst out laughing.

Jordan snorted angrily: "Boy, do you want me to teach you how to tee off?" ”

Zhou Quan smiled, no longer paying attention to Jordan, but said to those reporters: "By the way, dear reporters and gentlemen, I declare one thing, gambling is not a good hobby, so if I win today, all the money I win, I will donate it to this charity event." ”

"Poof!"

There are some people laughing, is this a blatant connotation Michael Jordan?

"Great!"

"Iron Fist, bless you!"

"Michael, what about you?"

The scene became lively, and some Jordan fans looked at him expectantly, and his face was a little dark, and he had to say: "He said what I was trying to say, and I will also donate the money I won today." ”

Zhou Quan approached Jordan and whispered, "Flyer, please, don't follow me to learn." ”

Jordan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm doing charity, who will learn from you?" ”

"Iron Fist, I just heard that you're going to have a professional boxing match with the Postman, and you're both applying for boxing licenses?" A reporter asked loudly.

"Oh?"

When many people heard it, they immediately exclaimed.

Zhou Quan felt that there was no way to hide this news, so he nodded and said, "It's they who asked me for a match, and I can't refuse." Yes, they and I are applying for a boxing license. ”

"Who else but the postman?" A reporter asked excitedly.

"Larry Johnson, Charles Oakley." Zhou Quan replied.

By this time they had reached the Golden Terrace, and Larry Bird, who was walking in the front, turned around and shouted, "Who will kick off first?" ”

"I'll come."

Zhou Quan and Jordan walked forward at the same time.

"These two guys, they have to fight for everything, it's exactly the same!" Magic Johnson laughed.

Larry Bird grinned and said, "Since you can't argue, then I'll go first." ”

He was not polite, and immediately motioned to his caddie to take the club and prepare to tee off.

"Smack!"

He has a serious back injury and has decided to officially retire, and if the golf ball is not hit carefully, it is easy to strain the back muscles and spine, so the hit did not use any force, pure play, one shot, the ball only flew fifty or sixty yards and fell, but the head was okay, and it landed on the fairway.

"It's my turn."

Jordan immediately walked to the tee.

"Please."

Zhou Quan didn't fight, but stretched out his hand gentlemanly and gestured.

"Click, click, click......"

The shutters of the reporters began to sound continuously, and the cameras of the cameramen were also aimed at Jordan.

"Smack!"

Jordan struck a powerful blow and the ball flew high into the air.

"Horn!"

A few seconds later, it landed on the fairway 200 meters away, and drove at least 250 yards.

"It's a pity."

Under the effect of the full-level panoramic vision, Zhou Quan's eyesight is comparable to that of an eagle, without a telescope, he saw that the ball almost rolled out of the fairway, only a foot away, if it rolled out of the fairway and fell into the shallow grass area there, Jordan's first hole was definitely overplayed.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

250 yards, which is a very good tee distance for an amateur golfer, and the audience immediately burst into applause, and Barkley and others immediately sent praise.

Jordan took the binoculars handed over by the caddie and saw that the ball almost rolled out of the fairway, and his heart was in danger.

The fairways are generally three to forty meters wide, with a mild rough area next to it, then a heavy rough area, and if it falls in the rough area, it will be bad.

But if he didn't roll out of the fairway, it was a good ball, he looked proud, he was in a very good mood, he stepped back to the side, squinted at Zhou Quan and said, "Boy, it's your turn." ”

"256 yards."

At this time, the staff over there reported the number of yards, and the scene once again burst into warm applause.

Zhou Quan smiled and took the driver handed over by his caddie and walked onto the tee.

"Zhou, come on." Philip shouted.

Zhou Quan looked at the wooden card next to the tee line, which showed the distance between the table and the first hole, 514 yards, this first hole was a far hole, and the par was a par five.

Raising the club, he looked sideways at the far fairway, then lowered his head to aim at the ball, adjusting his body's center of gravity by the way as he aimed at the ball, and then hit it without being fast or slow.

The most important thing in playing with a non-professional like Jordan is stability, you can't risk fighting, as long as you hit a beautiful hitting surface, with his strength, the tee distance is not bad, and the landing point control will be very strong, and the possibility of deviating from the fairway is very small.

Jordan was staring at Zhou Quan on the side, and through the action of serving, he could know the level of the opponent.

"Click, click, click......"

There was also a media shutter sounding, and the camera lens of Los Angeles TV was aimed at Zhou Quan.

"Smack!"

At the moment of hitting, he felt good, the hitting surface was smooth as a mirror, the sound of hitting was very crisp, the arc of the ball flying into the air was very good, and the angle was very beautiful.

"This kid has really practiced."

This serve alone made Jordan more vigilant.

"This ball can't get close."

Magic Johnson said, looking at the white dots that were no longer visible in mid-air.

"Horn!"

The ball hit the far fairway in an instant, then rolled forward a few meters and came to a halt in the fairway.

"Beautiful! At least 250 yards. ”

"In front of Michael's ball, at least 260 yards."

Barkley and Magic Johnson began to applaud, and the audience quickly burst into applause.

Jordan raised the binoculars and looked at it, and cursed secretly, Zhou Quan's tee shot was actually a little ahead of his ball, at least ten yards.

"266 yards."

At this time, the staff reported the yardage, and the scene suddenly burst into warm applause.

"It's exactly 10 yards, is this kid a coincidence, or does he really have skills?" Barkley muttered quietly.

"Looking at his tee shots, he must have practiced, not a beginner." Magic Johnson said.

The others teed off one by one, and Magic Johnson hit a 206-yard shot with good technique and landed on the fairway.

Not wanting to hit the ball into the roughs, Big Dream only drove 176 yards and landed on the fairway.

Pippen played golf with Jordan a few times, but he didn't practice, and for insurance, he didn't hit the ball hard, but if his technique didn't work, he couldn't do it, the ball missed and flew into a bush and disappeared.

Zhou Quan muttered: "With this technology, how dare you fight the black platform?" ”

Pippen's face turned red from the taunt, and he wanted to have a seizure but didn't dare, so he lowered his head and walked behind Jordan.

Ross Barkley, who teed off at the end, wanted to drive a little farther, but like Pippen, his skills were sparse, and he hit hard and drove the ball straight out of the fairway and landed in the deep rough.

"Haha!"

However, he was in a very good mood, and he still had a bright smile on his face when he played such a bad ball, and he laughed first.

Zhou Quan couldn't help but smile and reminded kindly: "Charles, your hitting surface is like an electrocardiogram, it's too tortuous, be careful, don't use too much strength, it's not good to twist your spine." ”

"Poof!"

The magician and the others laughed.

Barkley pushed Zhou Quan awkwardly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm going to do it for you, otherwise what kind of black platform will I fight?" ”

"You're only good for Baby tee, but unfortunately there's none." Jordan said dismissively.

"Haha......"

The scene immediately burst into laughter.

Barkley yelled: "I'm too lazy to look for the ball, I'll re-serve." ”

Pippen didn't want to be ridiculed by Zhou Quan anymore, and said in frustration: "You guys fight, I won't play anymore." ”

Everyone had no opinion, the referee crossed out Pippen's name, and then recorded Barkley, the first hole of the OB ball, a penalty shot, that is, Barkley's reserve is the third shot.

On this shot, he didn't dare to exert his strength, and only drove 162 yards.

Jordan sarcastically said, "Charles, I shouldn't have played with you, and women are further away than your tee. ”

"Haha......"

There was a burst of laughter.

Barkley sneered, discerning, "Then I'm better than Scotty." ”

Jordan glared at Pippen, that look in his eyes, he really hated iron and steel!

Then everyone walked forward, and the game had just begun, and they didn't ride in the cart.

An 18-hole golf tournament has a total length of 7,000 meters, and if you are walking, the walking distance will be more than 10 kilometers, and the amount of exercise is still not small.

The second shot was of course scored by Ross Barkley, whose ball was the closest.

It was a small ramp, and Zhou Quan observed it on the side, and he should use a short iron of No. 8 so that he could hit the ball high.

But Barkley picked a long iron with a No. 4, and went down with one shot, well, and hit a large piece of mud, and the ball did get up, but it only flew for twenty yards, and it was off the rails, and it fell straight into a puddle in the fairway in front of him.

"I have a problem with this rod, and I am not elastic enough." Barkley was clever and immediately pushed the mistake to the club.

Zhou Quan said angrily: "You picked the wrong stick, the long club can't hit the high ball, you have to pick the chicken leg." ”

"Really? I don't know! Barkley scratched his head.

"Let's go, let him play on his own." Jordan took the lead and walked forward.

Frustrated, Barkley ran to the puddle, the ball was out of reach, and he had to toss the ball before it went into the pit and make the next hit from where it was on the dotted line of the hole.

Of course, he was also penalized for another shot, a par five, and he was done with it, and he was only 180 yards, still far from the green.

"I don't think Barkley can get to the green without a ten." Magic Johnson quipped.

"Today he came down 18 holes, I don't think there are 200 strokes, at least 150 strokes." Big Dream laughed.

"Poof, haha......" The people who played the ball and the people who watched the ball burst into laughter.

"Mr. Olajuwon, I don't think you're much better than Charles, now it's your turn, come on, let's see your skills." Zhou Quan said sarcastically.

Da Meng squirted back: "It's just one shot, what nonsense are you talking about?" Kind of a hole-in-one? ”

Jordan looked at the position, it was on the slope, so he said, "Hakim, pick the 8, play a little bit." ”

Zhou Quan sneered: "Your Excellency Flying Man, why don't you give him a cue on his back as a caddy, and you can directly help him choose a cue." ”

Jordan glared at Zhou Quan, but didn't speak again.

"Smack!"

Da Meng obeyed, and sure enough, he chose an eight-iron, but he didn't adjust his center of gravity when he hit, and it was too far forward, and he went down with one shot, and like Barkley, he threw a large piece of mud, and the ball flew forward only a few yards, and then rolled back two feet.

"Is this a plough?" Zhou Quan complained.

"Haha......" everyone laughed.

"Hey......

Barkley, who was about to shoot his sixth shot by the puddle not far away, also laughed when he saw this.

"Iron Fist, let's go, don't care about these rookies."

Jordan greeted Zhou Quan and got on the cart and walked forward.

Zhou Quan did not refuse, took the caddy, and got on another cart to follow.

Originally, a group of people, according to the etiquette of the court, whoever is far away from the hole will play first, but this level is a bit different, and it is really unaffordable.

"Forget it, I'm not fighting, let's watch the excitement."

Barkley saw it, dropped the club and ran over.

"I'm not going to fight either."

Big Dream also handed the club to the caddie and got on a cart with Barkley.

Magic Johnson looked at Larry Bird and said, "Big Bird, let's fight the two of us?" ”

Larry Bird said angrily: "From the time we joined the league to the time we retired, we still had a fart?" I didn't get good of my back injury, in fact, I can't fight, forget it, I won't fight, watch the excitement. ”

"Forget it." Magic Johnson said.

Everyone flocked to Zhou Quan and Jordan to watch the two of them compete.

As a result, the two really played well, and they were both very good, and they were lucky, scoring the first hole in a par-five game.

It was half-past eleven, and it was almost lunchtime, and the two played the first nine holes.

The front nine had two long holes and five middle holes, as well as two short holes, and the par 36 was a 38 for Zhou Quan and a 39 for Jordan, two over par and three respectively.

It can be said that both of them have played at the level of professional golfers, at least close to the professional level, and many ordinary professional golfers can't even play this number when they play averagely.

"Flyer, do you want to increase the size?"

Before lunch, Zhou Quan provoked in front of many media.

Jordan snorted coldly and said, "There are still nine holes, do you know you will win?" ”

"At least I have a one-shot advantage." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

"That's $50,000 a shot." Jordan said without flinching.

“OK。” Zhou Quan smiled.

"Oh roar!"

The people who watched the excitement were not afraid of big things, and the people around them were all screaming.

"Iron Fist, I didn't expect you to play golf so well." Roberts came over and said.

"Why don't we have a group tomorrow?" Zhou Quan proposed.

"OK, that's it." Roberts nodded and smiled.

Zhou Quan hopes to develop a personal relationship with these big stars, in this Eastern Conference finals series, these Hollywood stars are basically one-sided support for Jordan and the Bulls, they are very influential, and it is very beneficial for him to be good friends with them.

After lunch, the game is over.

"Damn it!"

After teeing off on the 10th hole, Jordan couldn't help but curse when he saw the ball fall into a bunker on the fairway more than 200 yards away.

He had wanted to hit the bunker, but it wasn't high enough to hit that far.

"Alas!"

His fans are also sighing.

"Look at me."

Zhou Quan smiled and stood on the service line.

"I'm not lucky today."

Jordan reluctantly retreated to the back, and if this ball Zhou didn't make a mistake, the gap would be widened.

Zhou Quan looked at the tip card, and the hole was a middle hole, 412 yards from the tee line to the hole.

"Smack!"

With a powerful blow, like a cannonball, the ball instantly flew into the air and became a small white dot.

"Horn!"

Seconds later, the ball landed in the fairway nearly three hundred yards away.

"298 yards."

Soon, the staff over there reported the yardage.

"Bang Bang ......"

Fans and media watching the game immediately burst into applause and cheers.

"Flyer, you fight slowly in the pit, I won't wait for you." Zhou Quan handed the club to the caddy, waved at Jordan, and got into the cart

Jordan's old face was dark, and he also came to the bunker in a ball cart, good guy, the ball is gone, it has fallen into the sand, this is a poached egg ball, you have to use a bunker blast stick to play it, he is not good at this kind of stroke.

If the ball is in a non-playable position, such as the edge of the bunker, then he can choose to take a penalty and hit it on the edge of the bunker, but it is not a non-playable ball, so it must be played.

(End of chapter)