God of NBA point guards

Chapter 169 Big dream, do you play golf or plow the fields?

Jordan thought that he often played golf and his level was not bad, so he wanted to cheat Zhou Quan. He wanted to increase the difficulty and said: "Since we gambled, of course we choose the same tee table. There are five types of golf tables here, black, gold, blue and white. Red, I choose gold."

"NO, I want to choose a black station." Zhou Quan objected.

There are generally only four types of tables in the court, namely black, basket, white, and red. Black is the men's professional level, basketball is the women's professional level and men's amateur level, white is the men's beginner and women's amateur level, and red is the lowest player. .

But there is also a kind of gold, which was available in Zhou Quan's court yesterday. This is a level between black and basketball, corresponding to semi-professional golfers.

"Are you crazy?"

Jordan was puzzled.

"Will you fight?" Zhou Quan asked.

"This kid can't really have a professional level, can he? Impossible, absolutely impossible! If he had a professional level, he would have participated in the professional competition long ago. This kid wants to scare me."

Jordan thought of this, and immediately said: "Okay, a black table is a black table."

He didn't believe that Zhou Quan had a professional level at all, and he didn't believe that he couldn't play Zhou Quan, a country bumpkin.

"Black Tee, you guys actually play professionally? Then you play, I'd better play Tee."

The postman walked towards the golf cart next to him as he said that, John Stockton and several others followed suit.

There are still five left to play professionally, namely Barkley, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Dameng Olajuwon, Pippen, plus Zhou Quan and Jordan, and seven people went to Golden Tee.

It's not that they think they have a professional level, but they are not willing to be outdone. Besides, they don't gamble, and they are not afraid of losing. Instead, they can watch the excitement by following along.

The three superstars of the Dream Team are Bird Bird, Magic Johnson, and Michael Jordan. Even Barkley and Dream are not super giants now. The three superstars on their side have just played the Dream Team The name of the head, the popularity is booming, attracting the most fans and media, two to three hundred people followed them, scattered around them.

"Michael, for $[-] a shot, are you confident that you can win Tekken?" some media asked.

Jordan said disdainfully: "I can beat him on the basketball court, and I can beat him on the golf course as well."

"Iron Fist, why didn't you agree to a bet of [-] dollars a shot? Do you think you can win?" The reporter turned his gun and asked.

Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Someone wants to send me money, why don't I choose to take more."

"Pfft!"

Larry Bird laughed.

Jordan snorted coldly, "Boy, do you want me to teach you how to kick off?"

Zhou Quan smiled, ignored Jordan, and said to the reporters: "By the way, respected reporters, I would like to announce one thing. Gambling is not a good hobby, so if I win today, win I will donate all the money I put down to this charity event.”

"Pfft!"

Some people laughed, is this a blatant connotation of Michael Jordan?
"awesome!"

"Iron Fist, bless you!"

"Michael, what about you?"

The scene became lively, and some Jordan fans looked at him expectantly. With a dark face, he could only say: "He said what I was about to say, and I will also donate the money I won today."

Zhou Quan approached Jordan and whispered, "Flying Man, please, don't follow me."

Jordan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm doing charity, who will learn from you?"

"Iron Fist, I just heard that you are going to have a professional boxing match with the Postman and the others. Are you all applying for a boxing license?" A reporter asked loudly.

"Oh?"

Many people heard it and immediately exclaimed.

Zhou Quan felt that there was no way to hide the news, so he nodded and said, "They asked me for an appointment, and I couldn't refuse. Yes, they and I are applying for a boxing license."

"Besides the postman, who else?" A reporter asked excitedly.

"Larry Johnson, Charles Oakley." Zhou Quan replied.

At this time they had already reached the gold platform, and Larry Bird, who was walking in the front, turned back and shouted: "Who will kick off first?"

"I come."

Zhou Quan and Jordan walked forward at the same time.

"These two guys have to fight for everything, they are exactly the same!" Magic Johnson laughed.

Larry Bird said with a smile: "Since you can't argue, let me go first."

He was not polite, and immediately signaled his caddy to bring the club over, ready to tee off.

"Snapped!"

He has a serious back injury and has decided to officially retire. If the golf ball is hit with careless force, it is easy to strain the back muscles and spine, so the hit does not use much strength. It is purely playing, hitting one shot, The ball flew only fifty or sixty yards before it came down, but it was on the right side, and landed on the fairway.

"It's my turn."

Jordan immediately went to the serve line.

"Please."

Zhou Quan didn't fight, but reached out his hand in a gentlemanly gesture.

"Crack clap..."

The shutters of the reporters began to ring continuously, and the cameras of the cameramen also pointed at Jordan.

"Snapped!"

Jordan hit it hard and the ball flew high into the air.

"Bah!"

A few seconds later, it landed on the fairway 200 meters away and drove at least 250 yards.

"pity."

Under the effect of the full-level panoramic vision, Zhou Quan's eyesight is comparable to that of an eagle. Without a telescope, he could see that the ball almost rolled off the fairway, and it was only a foot away. If it rolled out of the fairway, it fell into the shallow grass area there , Jordan's first hole is absolutely super.

"Clap clap clap..."

250 yards, which is a very good tee-off distance for amateur golfers. The scene immediately burst into warm applause, and Barkley and others immediately sent praises.

Jordan took the binoculars handed over by the caddy and saw that the ball almost rolled out of the fairway, feeling very dangerous.

The fairways are generally three to 40 meters wide, with light rough areas next to them, and then heavy rough areas. If they fall in the rough areas, it will be bad.

But it was a good shot if it didn't roll out of the fairway. He looked smug and in a very good mood, stepped back to the side, squinted at Zhou Quan and said, "Boy, it's your turn."

"256 yards."

At this time, the staff over there reported the yardage, and there was another warm applause at the scene.

Zhou Quan smiled and took the driver handed over by his caddy, and walked up to the tee line.

"Zhou, come on." Philip shouted.

Zhou Quan looked at the wooden sign next to the tee line. It showed the distance between the table and the first hole, which was 514 yards. The first hole was a long hole, and the par was five.

Raising the club, he glanced sideways at the fairway in the distance, then lowered his head to address the ball, adjusted his body's center of gravity while addressing the ball, and then hit the ball in a moderate manner.

In non-professional games like Jordan, the most important thing is to be stable. You can’t risk a fight. As long as you hit a beautiful hitting surface, with his strength, the driving distance will be the same, and the control of the landing point will be very strong. The possibility of deviation from the fairway Sex is small.

Jordan stared at Zhou Quan on the side, and he could know the opponent's level through the serve action.

"Crack clap..."

The shutters of the media also sounded, and the cameras of the Los Angeles TV station pointed at Zhou Quan.

"Snapped!"

At the moment of hitting, he feels good, the hitting surface is as smooth as a mirror, the sound of hitting is very crisp, the arc of the ball flying into the sky is very good, and the angle is very beautiful.

"This kid has really practiced."

Just this serving action made Jordan more vigilant.

"The ball can't get close."

Magic Johnson looked at the white dot that was no longer visible in midair and said.

"Bah!"

The ball hit the fairway in the distance in an instant, then rolled forward a few meters and stopped in the fairway.

"Nice! At least 250 yards."

"In front of Michael's ball, at least 260 yards."

Barkley and Magic Johnson started applauding, and applause soon followed.

Jordan raised his binoculars to look at it, and cursed secretly, Zhou Quan's tee shot was actually ahead of his, by at least ten yards.

"266 yards."

At this time, the staff reported the yardage, and the scene suddenly burst into warm applause.

"Exactly 10 yards, is this kid a coincidence, or is he really skilled?" Barkley whispered.

"Looking at his kick-off action, he must have been practiced, not a beginner." Magic Johnson said.

Then the others kicked off one by one, and Magic Johnson drove 206 yards, with good technique, and landed on the fairway.

Dameng didn't want to hit the ball in the rough and only drove 176 yards and landed on the fairway.

Pippen played golf with Jordan a few times, but he didn't practice it. To be on the safe side, he didn't hit the ball vigorously, but he couldn't do it if his skills were not good. The ball missed and flew into a bush and disappeared.

Zhou Quan murmured: "With this technology, how dare you attack the underworld?"

Pippen was so ridiculed that his old face turned red. He wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he had to lower his head and walked behind Jordan.

Barkley, who was the last tee shot, wanted to drive farther, but like Pippen, his technique was poor. After hitting hard, he drove the ball directly out of the fairway and landed in the deep grass.

"Ha ha!"

However, he was in a very good mood. After driving such a bad ball, he still had a bright smile on his face, and he was the first to laugh.

Zhou Quan suppressed a smile and reminded him kindly: "Charles, your hitting surface is like an electrocardiogram. It's too tortuous. Be careful. Don't use too much force. It's not good to twist your spine."

"Pfft!"

The magician and others laughed.

Barkley shoved Zhou Quan awkwardly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm going to make do with you, otherwise, what kind of shady am I?"

"You are only suitable for playing Baby tee (children's station), but unfortunately there is no one here." Jordan said disdainfully.

"Ha ha……"

The scene immediately evoked laughter.

Barkley yelled: "I'm too lazy to find the ball, I'll do it again."

Pippen didn't want to be ridiculed by Zhou Quan again, and said in frustration: "You play, I won't play."

Everyone agreed, the referee crossed out Pippen's name, and then recorded it for Barkley, the first hole OB ball, a penalty stroke, that is to say, Barkley's re-shot was the third shot.

He didn't dare to use his strength for this shot, and only drove 162 yards.

Jordan sarcastically said: "Charles, I shouldn't be playing with you, and women are farther than your tee shot."

"Ha ha……"

There was a burst of laughter.

Barkley sneered and said: "Then I'm better than Scottie."

Jordan glared at Pippen, with that look, he really hated iron but steel!
Then everyone walked forward, the game had just started, and no one was in a cart.

For an 7000-hole golf game, the total length of the professional table is [-] meters. If you are walking, the walking distance will be more than [-] kilometers, and the amount of exercise is not small.

Of course Barkley came first on the second shot, and his ball was the closest.

This is a small slope. Zhou Quan observed it on the side. He should use the 8 short iron to hit the ball high.

But Barkley picked a No. 4 long iron and shot down. Well, he hit a large piece of mud, and the ball hit it, but it only flew [-] yards and the direction was off. Fell straight into a puddle in the front fairway.

"I have a problem with this club, lack of flexibility." Barkley was clever, and immediately pushed the error to the club.

Zhou Quan said angrily, "It's because you picked the wrong club. You can't hit the golf ball with a long club. You have to pick a chicken leg."

"Really? I don't know!" Buckley scratched his head.

"Let's go, let him play by himself." Jordan took the lead and walked forward.

Barkley ran to the water hole in frustration. The ball could not be picked up. He had to drop the ball at the position before the ball entered the hole, and make the next shot at that position and the imaginary line of the hole.

Of course, he was also penalized for another stroke, par five, and he had already finished playing, only 180 yards, still far from the green.

"I don't think Barkley can't reach the green with ten shots." Magic Johnson joked.

"Today, he came down from the 150th hole. I don't think he scored [-], but at least [-]." Dameng laughed.

"Puchi, haha..." The players and spectators burst out laughing.

"Mr. Olajuwon, I don't think you are much better than Charles. Now it's your turn. Come on, let us see your skills." Zhou Quan sarcastically said.

Dameng replied: "It's only one shot, what are you talking about? You have the guts to make a hole in one?"

Jordan took a look at the position, it was on the slope, so he said, "Hakeem, pick the 8 and play better."

Zhou Quan sneered and said, "Your Majesty Flying Man, why don't you act as a caddy for him with his clubs on his back, and you can directly help him choose clubs."

Jordan glared at Zhou Quan, but didn't speak again.

"Snapped!"

Dameng was obedient, and he really chose the [-]-iron, but he didn’t adjust his center of gravity properly when he hit it, and it was too forward. When he shot down, like Barkley, a large piece of mud was thrown away, and the ball only flew forward. A few yards, then rolled back two feet.

"Is this plowing the field?" Zhou Quan complained.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

"hey-hey……"

Barkley, who was about to hit his sixth shot by the water hole not far away, also laughed when he saw this.

"Tiequan, let's go, don't care about these rookies."

Jordan greeted Zhou Quan, got on the cart and walked forward.

Zhou Quan didn't refuse, took his caddy, got on another cart and followed.

Originally a group of people, according to court etiquette, whoever is farthest from the hole will play first, but the level difference is a bit big, and it really can't afford it.

"Forget it, I won't fight anymore, let's go watch the excitement."

Barkley saw it, dropped the club and ran over.

"I won't fight anymore."

Dameng also handed the club to the caddy, and got into a cart with Barkley.

Magic Johnson looked at Larry Bird and said, "Big Bird, shall we fight?"

Larry Bird said angrily: "We played from joining the league to retiring, what are we still doing? My back injury is not healed, and I can't actually fight. Forget it, I won't fight. Let's go watch the fun."

"Forget it." Magic Johnson said.

Everyone swarmed with Zhou Quan and Jordan, watching them compete.

As a result, the two were really evenly matched. They both played well and had good luck. They scored the first hole with a par of five.

By 11:30, almost lunchtime, the duo finished the front nine.

There are two long holes, five middle holes and two short holes on the front nine. The par is 5, Zhou Quan shot 36, and Jordan scored 38, two and three over par respectively.

It can be said that both of them have played at the level of professional golfers, at least close to the professional level. Many ordinary professional golfers can't even hit this score when they play averagely.

"Flying man, do you want to increase the size?"

Before lunch, Zhou Quan provocatively said in front of many media.

Jordan snorted coldly and said, "There are still nine holes, do you know you will definitely win?"

"At least I have a shot advantage." Zhou Quan laughed.

"That's $[-] a shot." Jordan said without showing any weakness.

"OK." Zhou Quan smiled.

"Oh hoo!"

The people who watched the excitement were not afraid of big troubles, and the people around them screamed strangely.

"Tekken, I didn't expect you to play golf so well." Roberts came over and said.

"Why don't we form a group tomorrow?" Zhou Quan suggested.

"OK, that's it." Roberts nodded and smiled.

Zhou Quan hopes to develop a personal relationship with these big stars. In this Eastern Conference Finals series, these Hollywood stars basically support Jordan and the Bulls overwhelmingly. very beneficial.

After lunch, the game is over.

"Damn!"

After teeing off on the tenth hole, Jordan couldn't help cursing when he saw the ball fell into a bunker on the fairway more than 200 yards away.

He was going to hit the bunker but wasn't high enough to hit it that far.

"Ugh!"

His fans sighed too.

"Look at me."

Zhou Quan smiled and stood on the serving line.

"Not lucky today."

Jordan retreated unwillingly. If Zhou Quan did not make a mistake with the ball, the gap would widen.

Zhou Quan looked at the signboard. This hole is a middle hole, and the distance from the tee line to the hole is 412 yards.

"Snapped!"

Hitting it down powerfully, like a cannonball, the ball instantly flew into the sky and became a small white dot.

"Bah!"

Seconds later, the ball landed in the fairway nearly three hundred yards away.

"298 yards."

Soon, the staff over there reported the yardage.

"Clap clap..."

Fans and media watching the game immediately applauded and cheered.

"Flying man, play slowly in the pit, I won't wait for you." Zhou Quan handed the club to the caddy, waved to Jordan, and got on the cart
Jordan's old face was dark, and he also came to the sandpit in a cart. My good guy, the ball is gone. It's stuck in the sand. It's a poached ball. You need to use a bunker shot to hit it. He's not good at this kind of shot. Law.

If the ball is in an unplayable position, such as the edge of a bunker, then he can choose to take a penalty stroke and hit it on the edge of the bunker, but this is not an unplayable ball, so it must be played.

(End of this chapter)