Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Raven sighed reluctantly and ran out. .biquge

Song Fang was slightly relieved when he saw her leaving. The reason for sending her out was that she would become angry the longer she stayed at the scene, do something impulsive, and expose her identity as a mutant.

Asking her to come back quickly was to tell him that she should not use this opportunity to turn herself into someone else and find an opportunity to take revenge on Kane and his two younger brothers.

Based on the tacit understanding between him and Raven, Raven would understand what he meant and would most likely do what he said.

After that, he had to coax this little girl.

Song Fang thought about this without any sense of urgency, and kicked the ball out in a very relaxed mood.

The ball naturally could not have the power of Kane, but it just landed on the fairway without any surprise.

Song Fang played two more strokes and hit the ball into the hole at even par.

In this way, Song Fang is two strokes behind Kane.

The par-3 hole is the closest and easiest hole. The last two are more difficult than the last.

Take the par-471 hole, for example. The distance from the teeing area is more than yards, nearly half a kilometer. There are many golf players. Even if they are allowed to play casually, whether they can hit the ball as many times as they want is a question.

Song Fang is not in such a miserable situation, after all, he is also someone who can make birdies. And to be fair, hitting a par-3 hole in three strokes is not bad, and it is a feat that can be boasted among amateurs. However, Kane's strength is too strong.

Next, the two played the par-4 hole. It was Kane who kicked off the ball first, and then it was Song Fang's turn.

Generally, whoever's ball is farther from the hole will hit the ball. Kane stood there leisurely, waiting for Song Fang to hit three or five strokes before taking his place.

Unexpectedly, Song Fang surpassed him in just two strokes, and he would be able to reach the green just a little further.

Then Song Fang made an elegant "please" gesture toward him and stepped aside in a gentlemanly manner.

Kane glanced at Song Fang, then finished his shot calmly, surpassing Song Fang and taking the lead on the green, and then it was Song Fang's turn.

Song Fang still looked calm, but he was obviously much more serious than when he played the first hole.

At present, the two have played two shots each on the second hole, and Song Fang is only one heel slower than Kane.

If he can perform exceptionally and score the ball with this shot, the best result Kane can get is to play the same third shot and tie with Song Fang on the second hole.

If the previously agreed five strokes allowed by Kane really count, then he still has two strokes left, which can help him stabilize the situation on the third hole.

Of course, this was not easy for Song Fang. But even if he doesn't score in one stroke, he will try to reduce the number of strokes as much as possible. The par 5s are just too far. If you want to narrow the gap between him and Kane, this is the best and last chance.

Song Fang looked at the direction and cautiously stretched the club towards the white ball on the grass.

Unexpectedly, the moment his club touched the ball, he suddenly heard someone shouting "Watch the ball!", and then a ball flew straight towards him, bringing with it a large piece of turf.

Song Fang immediately raised his hand to cover his head.

The ball flew past his head. The turf disintegrated in the air, and the flying debris hit Song Fang. Some of it could almost catch Song Fang's eyes.

"what are you doing!"

Primo roared at one of Kane's younger brothers.

The other seniors next to him also had angry looks on their faces. They were watching the game and saw clearly that when Song Fang was about to touch the ball, Kane's younger brother suddenly hit an idle ball towards Song Fang with such force that a piece of turf underneath was cut off.

The little brother smiled playfully and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a novice and I don't know how to fight. I apologize to you~"

Primo's face was livid and he said: "Your behavior is unacceptable. Let's go. You are not welcome here."

The younger brother didn't want to do it anymore: "Why! I didn't participate in their competition. I was playing my own game. Why did you kick me out? Is this game started by your family?"

Kane called his younger brother's name and said to him in a lecturing tone: "Golf is a gentleman's game. Look at you, do you look like a gentleman? Get out of the game quickly."

The boy shrugged nonchalantly: "Okay, then I'll go back to the rest area to eat and drink ~ bye, yellow-skinned monkey ~"

Then he walked away with a smile on his face, completely relying on the fact that the seniors were civilized people who maintained their status and would not hit him.

"I'm sorry, my brother doesn't know how to play, and I made you laugh." Kane said to Song Fang, "You have a broad mind, so I definitely don't take it to heart. Now it's my turn... Oh no, it's still my turn. You, right?”

Kane bites that "return" hard.

Song Fang lowered his head and looked at his ball.

He protected himself with the hand holding the club. When his hand came up, it scratched his ball and it moved.

"This is too much! Song Fang accidentally touched the ball, and this shot should not be counted." A senior said angrily.

Another senior suggested: "Yeah, just put the ball back where it was and hit it again."

"It's not impossible to hit it again, but did he mark the position of the ball?" Kane said, "If I remember correctly, there is a one-stroke penalty for moving the ball without marking it."

"That was for a situation where the ball had to be cleared," Primo said. "Song Fang accidentally touched the ball and should not have taken a penalty stroke."

"Okay, what do you say? Anyway, you just want him to win. Why don't you just make a paper medal and hang it around his neck now." Kane said loudly, "Go out. , when you meet someone, they ask you who you are, and you say, I am the golf Grand Slam champion. When it is his turn, he says, I am the golf card champion. How nice it sounds, hahaha."

The faces of all the people, including Charles, were so gloomy that water could drip from their faces.

At least on the golf course, they haven't met anyone as shameless as Kane.

On the court, participants pride themselves on being gentlemen. They are strict with themselves and believe that others can also discipline themselves, making this sport a symbol of a nobler spirit.

As a result, I met Kane, a guy who was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

"Okay, it's just one shot. It's mine." Song Fang smiled, "It's my turn next, right?"

Charles couldn't help but remind him: "Song Fang, think about it. You are already two strokes behind Kane. How can you catch up after one more stroke?"

“The ball must find its way to the grass.”

Song Fang said, using a putter to send the ball into the hole.

Kane snorted and scored the ball with one shot.

The second hole, a par-4 hole, was completed by Kane in three strokes and Song Fang in four strokes. Song Fang's number of strokes behind expanded to three.

There was only one final hole left, the furthest par 5, waiting for the two of them.