After setting up the golf ball, Ye Qiu didn't hurry to hit it; instead, he turned to look at Wang Dongdong.
Wang Dongdong noticed his gaze and snorted, saying, "What's up? Why aren't you hitting the ball? Are you scared?"
"I was just thinking about how to better showcase true luck."
Ye Qiu said leisurely.
"What are you thinking, hurry up and start, stop dawdling!"
"Exactly, we've been waiting for so long."
"Haha, as expected, your last shot was definitely a fluke, or else why wouldn't you dare to continue?"
The onlooking crowd began to urge him.
Some were full of anticipation, wanting to see just how many holes-in-one Ye Qiu could hit.
Others still had a more cynical stance, sharing Wang Dongdong's perspective, convinced Ye Qiu's previous shot was mere luck.
Ultimately, more people didn't believe in Ye Qiu.
Even those who acknowledged Ye Qiu's golfing skills didn't think he could make nine more holes-in-one.
The difficulty was simply too great.
