Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

The par 1 is at the other end of the course, furthest from the tee box. .kanshu fairway is not only long, but also curved, which makes it more difficult for the ball to enter the hole.

But the course here is not a so-called "dogleg" hole. A dogleg refers to a golf course with a large turn that resembles a dogleg, so that the distance from the teeing area is much closer than a "small step" on a curved track. Some cannon-type players can even attack the hole directly, letting the ball hit the green first, and the rest is easy. Of course, if you can't go up, the ball will go out of bounds and you will be charged a penalty stroke.

Kane smiled and asked Song Fang: "Is there any value in comparison?"

"Why, do you think you will lose?" Song Fang asked him.

"Haha, I'm afraid you'll lose too badly." Kane said coldly, "The distance of the par-5 hole is enough to expose a person's true level. Don't expect any luck to happen on the par-5 hole. You are behind me." It's three strokes, and it's impossible to get it back on a par-5 hole. If you give up now, I can still be merciful and give you some dignity, otherwise... you won't think it's just a loss if you lose."

"What? Two-thirds of the way through the game, when you were persuading me to throw in the towel, did you want to determine the outcome of the game? This hindsight came too early, huh?" Song Fang said, "But I'm really curious. Well, what exactly do you want from me? You must wait until you are sure that I will lose before you bring it up."

Kane raised his chin: "I want your father to leave the Machu Picchu Research Institute and leave the field of genetic research. You are not allowed to enter the same field for research. Your father used low blood to stain the pure blood and gave birth to a child. You are such a bastard, and you two are not worthy of studying the great science of genetics. Letting you leave the court standing up and go back to inform your father without blood on your face is the dignity I can give you."

"Mr. Kane, please believe that I saved you before the game was over, otherwise my fist would definitely hit your chin." Song Fang sighed, "You know, if you lose, I will let you do what?"

Kane was dumbfounded: "Am I going to lose? Are you kidding me?"

"That's right. You will lose." Song Fang confirmed calmly. "If you don't believe us, let's continue fighting?"

Kane's cheeks twitched: "Okay, boy, watch me beat you to the ground and find your teeth!"

As he said that, he set up the ball and was about to start playing.

"Hold on."

Song Fang stopped him, "Say Kane, why do you tee off first every time? Your ball rolled over and messed up the grass. When I teed off again, the ball couldn't roll according to the trajectory I imagined. . You have to take a penalty stroke."

Kane rolled his eyes: Damn it. The court is so wide, how can it affect you if I hit the ball?

Besides, this is a tee shot, not a putt. The ball spends most of its time flying in the air and won't roll very far when it hits the ground.

"I don't care, you should be fined two strokes if you stop talking."

Song Fang was in trouble.

Kane didn't want to talk to Song Fang, but Song Fang was standing in front of him, almost face to face with him. Wherever he went, Song Fang went wherever he went. Even if he wanted to kick the ball, he couldn't.

"Okay, okay! It's up to you! In the end, you kick the ball first!"

Kane finally couldn't bear his annoyance anymore, picked up his ball and walked to the rest area.

He was also a little thirsty after playing for so long.

Golf is not like Go. The difference between the first move and the second move is not that big. It doesn't matter if the boy named Song hits the ball first. He can also adjust his battle plan based on the ball played by Song Fang.

Thinking like this, the little depression in Kane's heart caused by Song Fang's nonsense completely disappeared. He gave himself some soda and saw a sandwich on the table. It looked very tempting. He moved his index finger and reached out to take it.

“Get out of here!” yelled the little girl at the table. “My mom’s sandwiches are not for dogs!”

"Hey, you little girl."

As Kane spoke, he wanted to educate the little girl, that is, Raven.

Charles pulled Raven behind him and glared at Kane: "What's wrong Kane, doesn't my mother have enough money to buy you a lunch ticket? Do you need to run here to grab food from a little girl?"

"you shut up!"

Kane shouted angrily.

There were rumors that the reason his father wanted to marry Charles' mother was not because he liked her, but just because of her money.

For some reason, Kane always felt that this statement was more difficult for him to accept than that his father fell in love with Charles' mother, so he tried to kill Charles's father. The latter was at least not so cold and would not make him realize that his father was eating soft food.

Just when the conflict was about to escalate, a hand came in and picked up a sandwich.

"Yeah. It's delicious." Song Fang nodded while eating, "Mom's cooking skills have improved again."

Kane: "Will you fight or not?"

"I'm going to fight, of course I have to fight." Song Fang said while chewing, "But when you are thirsty and hungry, I also need to replenish my strength. You don't let me eat and drink, which causes me to suffer from hypoglycemia and dehydration. The disorder has lowered my level. Who should I turn to? To you?"

Kane rolled his eyes again.

Why didn't I realize that this yellow-skinned monkey was so shameless before?

"But I suggest you not to eat my mother's sandwich." Song Fang said to Kane sincerely, "in case you lose and blame us for poisoning the sandwich."

"Cut, who cares."

Apart from these words, Kane seemed to have nothing else to say.

Kane left, and Song Fang enjoyed the sandwich here, drank some Coke, then clapped his hands and grabbed the ball. "Okay, here I go."

Then I saw him carrying the pole to the teeing area, putting down the ball, swinging, and hitting it.

The ball flew out with a whoosh.

Then Song Fang came back.

Kane was stunned: "...No, have you finished the fight?"

"Yeah, I'm done." Song Fang said.

Kane: "Where's the ball?"

Song Fang: "We've beaten him."

Kane rolled his eyes, stood up suddenly, and led his younger brother who was not banned from entering the stadium to search for him.

Charles also put down his coffee cup and hurried out with Primo, looking for him on the court. His expression became more solemn as he searched.

On the contrary, Song Fang, the main character, slowly walked onto the field with a perfunctory attitude: "Since everyone is so anxious, I'm too embarrassed to sit here, so I'm just doing it."

Five minutes passed.

Kane asked Charles: "Have you found his ball?"

Charles glanced at Primo and Song Fang, gritted his teeth, and admitted: "No."

"Haha! Yellow-skinned monkey, you lost the ball!" Kane laughed. "There will be a two-stroke penalty for losing the ball! Haha, you're done!"

The seniors present all showed expressions of regret. Originally, Song Fang was three strokes behind Kane and still had room for maneuver. This was better. In addition to the two penalty strokes, Song Fang had to play the last hole with Kane while losing five strokes. As long as the match was Kane is one shot behind, which is a complete loss of the game, and there is no excuse at all.