"70 strokes, which are seventy-four strokes lower than Young Master Zhuo's score at the Japan competition, ranking sixth!"
"Young Master Zhuo is truly a genius!"
Everyone looked at Zhuo Feiyang with admiration on their faces.
"Phew, he actually performed extraordinarily! Pressure brings motivation, and Young Master Ye's eighteen strokes gave a lot of pressure."
Zhuo Feiyang wiped his sweat with a look of joy.
His gaze occasionally glanced at Qin Lingyue, and seeing Qin Lingyue's surprised expression, Zhuo Feiyang was quite satisfied, feeling as light as a feather.
"Young Master Ye, please, let us witness the eighteen strokes. I think the whole world will be thrilled by then!"
Zhuo Feiyang smiled meaningfully, teasingly staring at Ye Qingtian.
"Yes, let us see it!"
Qin Lingyue said coldly.
Having known Ye Qingtian for two days, he bragged outrageously twice.
First: Having the power to make the Kang Family bow.
Second: Completing golf in eighteen strokes.
Two things that are absolutely impossible to achieve.
"Alright!"
Ye Qingtian picked up the club casually, holding it in a comfortable position.
But in others' eyes, this position looked extremely comical, completely different from the standard grip.
"An expert can tell at a glance whether it is good or not. At first, I thought Eldest Young Master Ye was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, but now it seems he really can't do it!"
"Right, with this grip, finishing in one hundred and fifty strokes would mean I've lost!"
"Eighteen strokes? I think he missed a zero, it should be one hundred and eighty strokes, right?"
Around them were laughter and mockery, looking at Ye Qingtian as if he were a joke.
Qin Lingyue felt her face burning, utterly embarrassed.
"You still..."
She just opened her mouth when Chu Zhijun interrupted: "Let's just watch."
"Let's begin, Young Master Ye!"
Zhuo Feiyang urged.
Suddenly, Ye Qingtian swung his club, hitting the ball and sending it flying...
Instantly, everyone's gaze followed the trajectory of the ball.
"Pfft!"
Everyone almost laughed out loud, is there anyone who plays like this?
This is clearly a random hit!
"Whoosh!"
The ball sliced an arc through the air, rushing into the distance.
"Hahaha..."
Zhuo Feiyang and a few others burst into laughter.
Chu Zhijun had a proud face, in her eyes Ye Qingtian was just a clown.
"Lost face!"
Qin Lingyue couldn't even bear to look, she closed her eyes.
"Huh?"
The next moment, everyone was stunned.
Because the ball landed smoothly into the par-three hole!
One shot into a par-three hole.
Ye Qingtian shot an eagle!
Two strokes under par is an eagle.
More rare than a birdie, whenever it appears in professional competitions, it directly becomes one of the best shots of the day.
"My God, it's actually an eagle!"
Everyone was amazed.
"Too lucky, the first shot is an eagle?"
Fatty opened his mouth wide, shouting unbelievably.
"He's just too lucky, if he's skilled do another one!"
"Bang!"
The second swing was made, the ball lifted high.
Again it landed steadily into the hole.
"Another eagle! Hiss!"
Everyone was terrified, voices of chilling gasps continued.
"A third eagle!"
Everyone almost spat blood.
"God, going crazy, a fourth eagle!"
Everyone stood there, practically like soulless bodies, faces ashen without any color.
Especially Qin Lingyue underwent the most dramatic change, contempt, confusion, astonishment, disbelief all intertwined.
He...is he really that strong?
All four par-three holes have eagles, can he really achieve the eighteen strokes eighteen holes myth?
Qin Lingyue's heart was fluttering wildly, almost jumping out of her throat.
Ye Qingtian was just about to attack the par-four hole, looking far ahead, he unexpectedly spotted a familiar face not far away: Hua Qingfei.
She was playing golf with a few clients, and they were walking towards here.
Ye Qingtian felt an urge to curse, he meets Hua Qingfei wherever he goes.
She's like a plaster!
"You guys play, I have something to do."
Ye Qingtian tossed the club, turning to leave.
"Hey..."
When everyone reacted, Ye Qingtian's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"Four consecutive eagle shots, he's too terrifying!"
Everyone was drenched in sweat, not from the heat, but from fear.
"If he keeps going, can he really finish in eighteen strokes?"
Fatty asked the question everyone had on their minds.
Zhuo Feiyang just shook his head: "Impossible! The rest are par-four and par-five holes, whether in distance or difficulty, are much greater than par-three holes. A hole-in-one is absolutely impossible!"
"That's true, the distance of par-four and par-five is so far, how can it be done?"
Others echoed.
Chu Zhijun said coldly: "That's right, par-three hole distance is usually under 229 meters, while par-four holes are between 229 meters and 430 meters, and par-five holes are over 430 meters. It not only requires precise calculation but also needs technique, environment, weather and other factors, how can one shot go in?"
Everyone thought about it, four or five hundred meters distance, such small holes can't even be seen, let alone hitting them in one shot.
Zhuo Feiyang's face was complicated, analyzed: "Seriously, Eldest Young Master Ye's level is superb, far better than me. But his score is definitely above 65 strokes, far from 18 strokes. Otherwise, he wouldn't hurry away, probably looking for a way out."
"Why do I feel eighteen strokes might all go in? He did achieve it in the first four shots!"
Qin Lingyue was deeply shocked, couldn't help saying.
Zhuo Feiyang showed a hint of a smile: "Lingyue Junior, in Jin City, there's someone who also achieved a record of all eagle shots in par-three holes."
"Huh? Someone else?"
Not only Qin Lingyue was stunned, others also paused, looking at Zhuo Feiyang curiously.
"Yes, and that person is none other than your brother Qin Lingtian! I have witnessed him scoring an unbelievable 68 strokes!"
Zhuo Feiyang said with a face full of envy, sincerely admired.
At the mention of Qin Lingtian, Fatty and others' faces changed.
Qin Lingyue also showed shock but more relief.
Chu Zhijun hearing this name, her pretty face unconsciously blushed slightly, eyes full of shyness.
Qin Lingtian, the third-generation genius of the Qin Family.
Better than his father Qin Yunlei, is the future master of the Qin Family.
He is competent in almost every field, a versatile demon genius.
He is also Jin City's number one young master, many spoiled young masters are bent by him.
Some even predict he can rival the young masters of several big families in Tianjing in future!
He is even the dream man for countless women, Chu Zhijun included, her biggest wish is to marry Qin Lingtian.
Just that Qin Lingtian has someone in his heart, only fancying Hua Qingfei.
Of course, everyone thinks only Qin Lingtian in Jin City can match Hua Qingfei.
"So, even though Ye Qingtian has high skill, it's impossible to achieve the myth of eighteen strokes?"
Qin Lingyue said.
"Certainly, otherwise why would he leave? Clearly wanting a way out!"
Everyone was relieved, though their hearts were still shocked.