Almighty Sportsman

Chapter 3 The system shows its power at the beginning, defeating the master
After he figured it out, Yi Gan continued to pay for the ball and continue to practice.

Making money by the way, well, it’s just by the way.

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

100 goals, it is still a simple practice, after proficiency, it is a matter of 10 minutes.

Yi Gan quickly received a correction.

My eyes slowly blurred, and the replay of the movements I practiced just now 100 times appeared in my mind.

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

"This shot is too fast, and the rhythm should be fixed."

After reading all kinds of shortcomings in his practice, countless messages came from Yiqian's brain, which were the correction of his shortcomings and the correct demonstration.

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

Yi Qian feels that he has a much deeper understanding of stance, shot and force.

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

"Is this an hour of comprehension, and a second in the past?"

I was also worried that standing still and closing my eyes would be regarded as a fool, but I found that when I realized it, the real time was stagnant!
"This high-tech is powerful, and the system is awesome!"

Zhang Fei, a tall man, walked up to Yi Gan, looked at Yi Gan who was holding a cue, and said with a smile.

"What about five-point training? Is this the first round of elimination?"

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

Although being complained about, Yi Gan didn't get angry, they were all familiar friends who often played together, and there was no malice in Zhang Fei's words.

"Hey, I'm still getting the feeling, it's amazing, let's play a round?"

"It's free for one game, why don't you gamble for a drink for five cents?"

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 you see the basic skills of masters!"

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 getting into position, Zhang Fei asked, "How do you compare, do you come first or me?"

"Let's make a group of each, you come first, otherwise I will come first and all will enter for fear that you will not admit it."

Yi Gan's confident appearance didn't frighten Zhang Fei, they are all regular customers of the golf room, and they know each other at all levels.

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

For Zhang Fei, who can barely be called an amateur master, five points is indeed the most elementary practice, and there is 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 15 out of 2 balls.

"Come on." Although a little apprehensive, Zhang Fei still tried to stay calm.

Yi Qian 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 shouted directly at the bar, "Boss, take a Red Bull and remember it for Zhang Fei!"

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

"I wipe it, you put it on me before I hit you!"

Zhang Fei was underestimated, became angry from embarrassment, and was about to lose his temper.

Yi Qian's posture of focusing on hitting the ball suddenly made him stunned.

In his eyes, every position of Yi Gan is just right, every shot 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 got up to close the shot, patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder, and said triumphantly.

"Is the fight over? All in?"

Only then did Zhang Fei realize that the fact was that Yi Qian's moves were impeccable, he scored all 15 goals, and he lost!

Like a walking dead, he handed over 7 yuan of Red Bull money to the boss, and Zhang Fei looked at Yi Gan carefully as if he had discovered a new world.

(End of this chapter)