I just want to be self-reliant

Shaking the fairway club in his hand, Zhao Dezhu walked to the tee position with a smile.

Hold the club with one hand, fiddle with a small white ball with the club head, and stop at the free throw spot without a peg.

Anyone can try this action, use a spoon, poke an egg to a certain point, and finally have to use the tip of the spoon to lightly tap the sphere to stop.

Try it and you will know how difficult it is to do it casually.

Moreover, this is a club more than one meter long, which is many times more difficult.

Zhao Dezhu was surprised that the familiar feeling was so strong.

Anyway, Coach Zhang immediately focused his attention, not to mention Chen Jinlong, who kept watching.

Just like Bao Yunlei and the girls, he watched indifferently, and there was even a hint of sarcasm on his face.

If you want to hit the tee far, it is usually a tee shot.

The most common practice for beginners is the shorter seven.

It is rare to hear of anyone who will practice with the iron wood in the middle.

Zhao Dezhu held the pole in both hands, stretched his left hand straight, and looked a little far away.

Put the club on top of the small white ball, shake it like a pendulum a few times, as if looking for the feeling of the trajectory, and then suddenly exert force!

The head of the club swished past the little white ball!

It's empty!

Coach Zhang was a little unbelievable.

Because the whole action is done impeccably!

It's very standard, it must be Lian Jiazi's skills, but he didn't hit the ball at all?

What's going on?

Bao Yunlei couldn't help laughing loudly: Is this the level? Can't even touch the ball? Pretending to be real, it turned out to be a silver pewter gun head!

The girls were also dumbfounded.

The girl who went up to try it just now, no matter how far she can hit, even if she rolls out slowly like a prostate, she can still meet her.

Shen Jianing pouted involuntarily.

The head teacher was even more disappointed and closed his eyes.

Only Chen Jinlong remained motionless.

Then everyone heard Zhao Dezhu cheeky: See, this is how I will show everyone that if the body pitch is not enough, you will hit the ball wrongly. The correct shot should be like this...

Paired with his crumpled T-shirt and dirty slippers, no matter how you hear this, you are trying to shirk responsibility and eliminate embarrassment.

So Bao Yunlei, who felt that he had successfully transferred the embarrassment, laughed haha...

The same action, still swinging the club like a pendulum, but this time it is only shaking on the side of the small white ball, as long as it moves to the hitting point, it will stop.

Then it seemed to be simulating that trajectory again, and suddenly exerted force!

The raised cue almost swung to the back of the head, and then suddenly pulled down, a very standard swing, bang!

Lightly!

The head teacher and many girls couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Then everyone looked at the little white ball, flying flat and straight into the distance!

Very far!

Originally, this kind of fairway club held by Zhao Dezhu was stronger and heavier than Bao Yunlei's No. 7 club, and it was easier to hit long distances.

What's more, the technical details have been mastered.

fly fly...

Unexpectedly, under everyone's gaze, he jumped over the blocking net and flew out like no one else was there!

Coach Zhang couldn't believe it, and rubbed his eyes and turned around: There are... three hundred yards?

Chen Jinlong nodded silently, his fiery eyes couldn't be concealed.

When the girls turned their eyes back, they saw Zhao Dezhu holding a club in his hand, covering his eyebrows with one hand, and swaying on tiptoe to look out!

The expression on his face was even more exaggerated, as if he had seen the clouds.

It's like Chen Peisi holding his batgun across his shoulders to see if the devil is coming.

The girls just froze for a moment, bursting out laughing together!

What a joke!

Even the head teacher couldn't help laughing, then quickly stopped, and looked around to be thankful that no one saw it.

At this time, no one was looking at her.

Bao Yunlei's laughter stopped abruptly, his face looked ugly like he had eaten a pile of shit.

Zhao Dezhu also turned to him: Dear coach, can I still use this? Why don't you try it?

While speaking, he narrowly handed the club over.

Didn't you tell me to move the ball bag like you sent a beggar before?

Didn't you treat me haha ​​before, didn't you have gloves?

Didn't you scold me not to touch these clubs casually before?

Dismantling the second generation is very vengeful!

Including the things that some people have done, they are all remembered bit by bit.

In his dictionary, enough is never enough.

Only be reasonable and not forgive others.

Bao Yunlei's face was extremely ugly: Get out! I still can't turn to you to command!

Zhao Dezhu laughed and said, It's not your turn to direct me. A cue is not as edible as sugarcane in the hands of a pig. Hold it in...

Bao Yunlei immediately flew into a rage!

Just about to yell.

The head teacher finally said: Okay! Don't be complacent. In the future, you should share more details of your experience with the students. This is the responsibility of the class leader. Students, take your own clubs and follow our previous grouping. One team goes to the tee first, and the other pair keeps a safe distance behind for practice, understand?

The girls held back their laughter, and explained clearly, when Shen Jianing walked past Zhao Dezhu in small steps, she saw his proud and arrogant look.

Unable to hold back his mischief, he went around behind him, and suddenly bent his knee and bumped Zhao Dezhu's back knee.

Knock the guy in slippers to stumble a few steps.

The girls laughed even more crookedly, and couldn't even pull out the club.

Bao Yunlei even pointed at Zhao Dezhu who was about to lose his temper.

Chen Jinlong secretly shook his head and came over to pull him: President Bao, take a rest, don't be too anxious about the first class, take a rest, take a rest first.

The homeroom teacher helped him out, and he still insisted on attacking him. The boy with the flip flops obviously didn't care about anything.

The demeanor that if you gain the upper hand, you will fall into trouble.

In the end, there will only be a lot of quarrels, humiliation, and even worse, that would be a pity.

Bao Yunlei was pulled away abruptly.

There was a silver bell-like laughter from behind, mixed with the bragging voice of the little rooster: Private personal tutor, fifty yuan for ten minutes, two hundred yuan for the whole package... Ouch!

Amidst the louder laughter, the class teacher began to laugh and cry: Is there anyone like you in class? Hurry up, pay attention to keep your distance and measure, you are the monitor! The chairman of the student union!

Immediately there was a charming laugh: Come on! Squad leader! Chairman, come on!

There is also a nasal sound.

Bao Yunlei was so depressed that he was possessed by a wedding dress, his head was about to explode, and he jumped on Iveco: Old Kong! Let's go, I will come back to deal with this bastard!

The driver hesitated, seeing Chen Jinlong nod silently to him, and hurriedly drove away. He could tell that Director Bao was at a disadvantage.

There is nothing I can do about this boy.

Because Coach Zhang couldn't hold back: Student, it's a good thing that you have foundation and talent, but don't behave like this...

Zhao Dezhu spread his hands and used a classic expression of later generations: Blame me?

The fairway stick hanging between the two fingers, shaking and shaking, is very free and easy!

Coach Zhang covered his head: You can't get along in the circle like this, our Nanyun Golf...

Zhao Dezhu hehe: Thank you, I am a student who pays at his own expense, not Wei Pei, and has nothing to do with you half a dime, not to mention that he is not a raptor, does not cross the river, does not use pork chops and does not wear makeup. His black and white pigeon eyes are none of my business. Shit.

The Cantonese that popped up at the back showed the lazy and drawn-out accent unique to eastern Cantonese.

It was the head teacher who slapped him on the back of the head without saying a word: It's time to do something, what a street boy!

It was actually in Cantonese, which made Zhao Dezhu look aggrieved when he turned his head, and pointed at the head teacher twice, in exchange for the head teacher's eyes widening and showing off his power.

She may not know how lively and beautiful her expression is, anyway, Zhao Dezhu has lost all anger.

Cheerfully carry the cue to guide the girls.

This kind of street work is still very pleasant.