The personal security of the beautiful president

"I'm sorry." Liu Ruotong looked at Ding Zhe with apologetic eyes.

"It's okay." Ding Zhe smiled, patted Liu Ruotong's body lightly, then turned to look at Xu An'an and Ma Junxiong: "It seems that you are determined and I will lose to you."

"Hehe." Xu An'an smiled proudly: "What's the matter, don't you dare to gamble?"

"If you don't dare to gamble, I won't be able to lend Liu Ruotong my gymnasium for the time being."

"Tongtong, I'm really sorry..."

Saying that, Xu Anan shrugged his shoulders.

And Liu Ruotong frowned, then smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, you think I care about this concert, the big deal is that I won't hold it."

Then she reached out and took Ding Zhe's hand: "Big villain, let's go..."

"Hey, everyone is just playing for fun." Seeing Liu Ruotong was about to leave.

Then Xu An'an and Ma Junxiong sneered at the same time: "Why can't you afford it?"

"It's not that I can't afford it." Liu Ruotong retorted: "You guys are bullying people. You saw it just now. He has never learned how to play golf. How can he bet with you?"

"It's not the same." Ma Junxiong came up and looked at Ding Zhe tit-for-tat: "Back then in Beilin City, you, Ding Zhanshen, relied on your status as the God of Wealth of the four provinces, and forcibly took away the medical share of my Ma family. Why didn't you allow it?" I rely on my girlfriend Xu Anan's gymnasium to bully you today?"

"Since you are the first grader, allow me to be the fifteenth grader."

Ma Junxiong said arrogantly.

"Yes, since your state officials set fire to it, we people should be allowed to light the lamps. If you can't win my brother Ma on the golf course today, the problem of the concert venue will never be solved."

"You!" Liu Ruotong turned pale with anger, not knowing what to say.

"I am what I am, I am the master of my territory." Xu An'an looked at Liu Ruotong triumphantly.

"Wait a minute." Ding Zhe directly pulled Liu Ruotong back.

Then he looked at Ma Junxiong with playful eyes: "You are so sure, if I play golf with you, I will definitely lose to you."

"I'm not sure, you compare with me."

Ma Junxiong was arrogant, and then he stretched out his thumb and made a provocative gesture towards Ding Zhe: "To be honest, I can't compete with Kung Fu, and you can't compete with golf..."

"to make!"

Ding Zhe smiled: "I bet with you."

"Ding Zhe, you're crazy!"

Liu Ruotong grabbed Ding Zhe's hand and pulled him aside: "You just touched the cue and didn't feel anything at all. How can you compare with others?"

Without waiting for Ding Zhe to reply.

Ma Junxiong hurried over and said: "Hey, once a man speaks a word, it's hard to chase after him. Ding Zhanshen, you have already decided to compare with me, so you can't go back on your word."

"Of course." Ding Zhe reached out and pinched Liu Ruotong's extremely white cheeks, then turned to Ma Junxiong and said, "Just, you have to give me 10 minutes to finish this elementary course with Liu Ruotong."

"Hahaha!"

Ma Junxiong looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, no problem, I'll give you two and ten minutes, oh, how about three and ten minutes?"

Just kidding.

Don't look at golf as simple, but in order to win the international gold medal, he has practiced a lot since he was a child.

Even, their home has an exclusive golf course.

Moreover, he spends tens of millions on hiring professional coaches every year.

Under such circumstances, if Ding Zhe, a guy who has just touched the club and only learned two or three ten minutes, wins, he might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

So he said very generously.

"No, 10 minutes is enough." Ding Zhe said firmly.

After that, he turned around and looked at Liu Ruotong: "Tongtong, you have to clarify some details for me. I think there is still a problem with my posture holding the club."

"Hahaha!"

Liu Ruotong still hasn't spoken.

But Ma Junxiong laughed wildly: "Don't say you have problems, even your teacher Liu Ruotong has problems."

"To tell you the truth, when I was outside the field just now, I watched the two of you play through the binoculars."

As he said that, he pointed at Liu Ruotong: "She is very amateur, as for you... Hahaha, you are not even an amateur, you are not worthy of picking a ball!"

"So, I am looking forward to the next game."

"It's very interesting."

Xu An'an also watched with interest.

And here, Liu Ruotong came over, shook his head and looked at Ding Zhe helplessly: "Yes, big bastard, in fact, my level is also amateur, even my father's level is also amateur."

"You will lose this round."

"Not necessarily!" Ding Zhe sneered.

Can he tell Liu Ruotong that a golf ball is a piece of cake to him?

Not to mention using a club, even kicking with his feet, he is sure to kick him into the hole with one kick.

Just kidding, did you practice casually when you thought of him as a supernatural power?

The point of flicking the finger is to tap the acupuncture points of the human body from a distance of ten meters or even 20 meters through the fingers.

Much more difficult than golf.

The only thing Ding Zhe needs to master now is the method of playing, that's all.

"Okay." Liu Ruotong felt that the situation was irreversible now.

But she felt that Ding Zhe might not care much about losing to Ma Junxiong.

Sometimes it is like this in the business field, winning or losing doesn't matter, face is more important.

Thinking of this, she walked to Ding Zhe's side and began to teach Ding Zhe how to play.

While Liu Ruotong was teaching Ding Zhe, Ma Junxiong and Xu An'an kept watching.

While watching, the two of them shook their heads, especially that Ma Junxiong was about to laugh out loud.

Even Zhou Yihua who was standing next to several people was shaking his head.

Because he had practiced professional golf before, although his level was not high, he could tell that Liu Ruotong's ability was very poor.

It is conceivable what kind of students are taught.

In this way, 10 minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Ding Zhe only learned how to swing the cue and some basic knowledge. After finishing the work, he came to Ma Junxiong with the cue and said, "We can start the competition."

"Okay, I can't wait." Ma Junxiong picked up the club, stood there, and swung the club gracefully.

boom!

The golf ball flies far away.

Then everyone chased after them in a golf cart.

In this round, Ma Junxiong played super-level and hit an eagle.

The so-called eagle is two strokes less than par.

Professional athletes are not able to hit the eagle every time.

It can be seen that Ma Junxiong's level is really high.

So much so that Xu An'an beside him kept looking at him with adoring eyes.

"Okay, now it's your turn."

Ma Junxiong put away his club and stood there, looking at Ding Zhe triumphantly.

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