Huadu's strongest master against the sky

Chapter 9 [Impossible Events in Mathematics]

Especially when the young man saw Qin Lingyue, his eyes lit up fiercely.

Zhuo Feiyang——

The young master of the Zhuo family of the Jincheng family; the vice president of the student union; the president of the Taekwondo club.

With a prominent family background, outstanding abilities, and a heavy duty, he is a man of the hour in Jincheng University.

One of Qin Lingyue's suitors.

Immediately, Zhuo Feiyang's eyes rested on Ye Qingtian.

"Ling Yue, who is this?"

Zhuo Feiyang asked suspiciously.

Chu Zhijun smiled and said: "Let me introduce. This is Ye Qingtian, a freshman in this year. He also has an identity: Ling Yue's fiancé."

"What? Ling Yue's fiancé?"

Zhuo Feiyang's complexion changed suddenly, and he said angrily, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The others were also taken aback, with disbelief written all over their faces.

"I don't know where this classmate is from? Why do I feel unfamiliar?"

Zhuo Feiyang suppressed the anger in his heart and asked with a smile.

"Boss, didn't you listen to Senior Sister Zhijun's introduction just now? Ye Qingtian, of course it's Ye Qingtian from Tianjing Ye Family!"

A fat man next to him reminded.

Zhuo Feiyang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "The abandoned young broom star of the Ye family? Uncle Qin used to be Ye Kuangfeng's good brother, so Ling Yue was his fiancée. I understand! So it's him! "

Zhuo Feiyang's previous haze was swept away, and his handsome face was full of smiles.

Qin Lingyue's fiancé is Ye Qingtian, to him it is no different from the security guard at the gate.

It's not worth mentioning at all, not even qualified to be a rival in love.

The fat man looked at Ye Qingtian disdainfully and said, "No, what are you doing here with us? You are the eldest son of the Tianjing Ye family. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to come here?"

Zhuo Feiyang glared at the fat man: "Shut up, Fat Tiger! Since it's Ling Yue's friend, then it's my friend! Please come in!"

Qin Lingyue snorted coldly: "Everyone is just joking, don't worry about it!"

"It's okay!"

Ye Qingtian followed the crowd into the club.

"Sister Lingyue, you guys are going to have military training soon, right? Jincheng University's military training for freshmen has always been strict, and you will suffer a lot. Take advantage of these two days to relax!"

Zhuo Feiyang said in a "senior" tone.

Qin Lingyue deliberately stuck close to Zhuo Feiyang, glanced at Ye Qingtian, and nodded: "Okay."

Soon after, a group of people came to the golf course of the club.

"Sister Lingyue has always said to bring you to experience golf, and today I finally have the opportunity."

Zhuo Feiyang laughed.

The fat tiger next to him immediately echoed: "Not long ago, the boss scored No.10 in the golf world professional tour in Japan. You must know that the boss is not a professional player, he is just playing as an amateur."

"Huh? World Pro Tour No.10? Isn't that amazing?"

Chu Zhijun's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

Qin Lingyue's eyes were shining brightly, and she couldn't help being surprised.

They have been exposed to golf more or less, and the degree of difficulty of this sport is still very high.

It is not an exaggeration for Zhuo Feiyang to be called a "genius" for an amateur player who can reach the top ten in the professional competition.

Chu Zhijun's eyes fell on Ye Qingtian, and he said with a charming smile: "Young Master Ye is from a super wealthy family, so he must be good at golf, right? Why don't you play with Feiyang and let us open our eyes!"

"Yeah, anyway, just play casually. It's okay."

Qin Lingyue echoed from the side.

Ye Qingtian shook his head: "I won't!"

In prison, there are many gangsters playing.

But Ye Qingtian thinks that this sport has no technical content, isn't it just pushing the ball into the hole?

Does it take four or five hours?
Just one shot and one hole.

"Ah? How could it not? You are the youngest of the Ye family?"

Fat Tiger sneered again and again.

Zhuo Feiyang bent his lips and smiled: "Young Master Ye, we don't know how to do it either, we just play casually."

Qin Lingyue glared at Ye Qingtian: "Don't be so disappointing, okay?"

Zhuo Feiyang's eyes flashed: "Why don't we play a game first, are you familiar with the rules?"

"it is good."

Ye Qingtian agreed.

Zhuo Feiyang quickly started a round with Fat Tiger, and the two compared their scores in golf.

In layman's terms-

There are [-] holes in golf, and whoever needs the fewest strokes to complete the [-] holes wins.

The 72-hole par (professional level) is [-], and those who can generally play are in the [-]s and [-]s.

In the end, Zhuo Feiyang scored 80 and Fat Tiger finished the round with 95.

"Haha, the boss actually released water. His score in Dongying Station was 74."

Fat Tiger praised.

Zhuo Feiyang looked at Ye Qingtian with a spring-like smile on his face: "Young Master Ye, do you understand?"

Ye Qingtian looked confused: "It's just to put the ball into [-] holes? Isn't [-] shots enough? Why do you need [-] or [-] shots? I don't understand..."

"puff!"

Zhuo Feiyang laughed out loud, his eyes were full of contempt and ridicule, and he looked at Ye Qingtian like a fool.

Qin Lingyue was trembling with anger, and gave Ye Qingtian a hard look: "You really don't understand anything! Among the eighteen holes of golf, there are four par-five holes, ten par-four holes, and four par-three holes. hole. So the par is 72! This represents the professional level, and anyone who can hit [-] or [-] is a master.”

Ye Qingtian nodded, touched his nose and said, "But I still think eighteen shots can solve it!"

"Hahaha... Young Master Ye is probably dreaming, right?"

"Eighteen strokes? The world's lowest record is only 58 strokes!"

"I laughed so hard, [-] shots? This is definitely the biggest joke I've ever heard!"

Zhuo Feiyang's friends laughed like crazy.

"It's useless for everyone to question. Let Young Master Ye show his hand? Maybe it's [-] shots."

Even though he said that, Ke Zhuo Feiyang didn't believe it at all.

Eighteen strokes is like an impossible event in mathematics.

"Young Master Ye, I'll come first. This is called throwing bricks to attract jade. Young Master Ye is the finale."

Zhuo Feiyang started first, his whole expression changed, he was very serious, he was no longer the same careless as he was in the match with Fat Tiger just now.

He is bound to make Ye Qingtian look ugly!

Zhuo Feiyang's first goal was a par-[-] hole, and a hole-in-three is a par.

"My God, it turned out to be a birdie ball!"

"Shooting a birdie on the first hole, Master Zhuo is a genius!"

……

There was a lot of exclamation in the field, except for Ye Qingtian, the faces of the others were full of disbelief.

The so-called birdie is a hole-in-one under par. Zhuo Feiyang used two shots on the par-[-] hole, which is a birdie.

This is hard to come across even in professional competitions!
“A perfect par!”

“Another perfect par!”

……

"My God, another birdie!"

……

The exclamation in the field was almost continuous, and Zhuo Feiyang's friends flushed all over, as if they were suffocating with excitement.

In the end, Zhuo Feiyang made three birdies, with a total score of 70.

The audience was shocked!

Even if other tourists and players couldn't help casting envious eyes,

At this moment, Zhuo Feiyang was the most shining presence in the audience.

(End of this chapter)