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Everyone looked down and saw that Kane's ball had not completely fallen into the hole, and a small part was still exposed above the ground. .shung

"It was probably the flagpole that caught the ball."

The outspoken senior said, stepping forward and shaking the flagpole.

Then he froze.

The flagpole was moved and was no longer in contact with Kane's ball, but the white ball still stayed there, showing no intention of falling.

"..."

The senior bent down and took out the ball.

...and then took out another one.

"Why, why is there another one?"

Someone asked everyone's thoughts.

"The player who came to play before must have left the ball here without taking it away," Kane said.

"Didn't you check the hole before the game?" Charles asked him. "Didn't you see there was a ball in it?"

"Then, there was a ball here at that time." Kane frowned, opened his eyes and lied, "You didn't follow me when I checked the hole, so why should I say there wasn't a ball here before?"

Charles hehe: "We didn't follow you to check the hole, so we didn't see that there were no other balls in the hole before the game started, but now we see a person with a guilty conscience. Besides, we didn't see it, but Song Fang did. Yeah. He was there the whole time when I checked the holes.”

After Charles finished speaking, he asked Song Fang: "Were there any other balls in the hole at that time?"

Song Fang shook his head.

"He is also a contestant, so how can his words count?" Kane said.

Song Fang asked Kane: "But you are also a contestant. Why can yours be used as evidence, but mine can't."

"Because you are a yellow-skinned monkey, and I am not." Kane said arrogantly, "Okay, yellow-skinned monkey, hurry up and hit your ball. Let us see with our own eyes how many shots you can lose."

Song Fang didn't move.

He said to the outspoken senior: "I left a small mark on this ball. Senior, you should have seen it, right?"

The senior student turned his head blankly. A little tomato sauce for the sandwich was rubbed on the open palm.

Song Fang took out a club from his equipment bag. The head of the club also had a bit of tomato sauce on it.

Song Fang asked Kane: "Why, did the 'player who left the ball here before taking it away' also eat a sandwich before hitting the ball?"

Kane's face was pale and he was a little shaken, but he still gritted his teeth and straightened his neck: "Yeah, what's the matter? Can't you? You are allowed to eat to replenish your strength before playing the par-5 hole, and others are not allowed to do the same?"

"So, when did the 'previous player' in your mind eat a sandwich and put sauce on the ball?" Charles sneered, "Since the two of you started playing, that hole has been there again. No one has played it. We arrived much earlier than you, which can prove that no one has played that hole before you came. If you don’t believe Song Fang and me, you can ask Primo if anyone has touched that ball before. Hole."

Kane gritted his teeth.

Of course he knew that there were no other balls in the hole before the game started.

After the ball enters the hole, players will take it out. After all, the hole is only so big, and too many balls will affect the game of those behind.

Besides, this thing is not a table tennis ball, it is very expensive. On the flea market, a second-hand ball can be sold for close to ten dollars. You can imagine the price of a new ball.

But if this ball is not left behind by previous generations, what does it mean?

Kane couldn't even think about it!

"Ah! I see!"

The outspoken senior suddenly shouted, startling everyone present.

He was still in a semi-conscious state. Apparently something he discovered shocked him.

He continued: "The ball reached the par-5 hole, and it was still stained with sauce. What does this mean? It means that it did not roll on the grass between the time it was stained with sauce and the time it entered the hole. Otherwise, the sauce would definitely be there." It will be rubbed off!"

People's eyes focused on Song Fang.

"Um, you..." Charles stuttered, "Song Fang, you made a hole-in-one?"

"Yes." Song Fang nodded, "Kane, you know why I want you to fight, right? You want someone far away to fight."

"No, that's not the point!" Charles grabbed Song Fang's shoulders, "You actually hit the par-5 hole with just one shot! God, that's a par-5 hole! It's nearly half a kilometer away! You, you, you are Cannon!"

"It's just a fluke, don't get excited." Song Fang said, "If you continue to get excited, I will be shaken to death by you."

"Yes, sorry!"

Charles quickly let go of his hand and rubbed it awkwardly on his pants, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "But how did you do it? You hit the par-5 hole in just one shot...Does this have a name? Eagle, birdie, what should this be called?"

All the seniors present were stunned by Charles' question. Birdie and eagle are the proper nouns with the highest attendance rate, because even in regular tournaments, being able to score two strokes less than par is already close to the ceiling, and very few people can score fewer strokes.

"Vulture."

Primo came back and said loudly. "Three strokes less than par is called an albatross, or a double eagle. As for four strokes less, congratulations to you Song Fang, you caught a vulture."

Several security guards stepped forward and forcibly took the two young men standing behind Kane away from the arena.

"Not only are these two men banned from the golf course for life, but they are also required to pay compensation for the damage they caused to the greens," Primo told Kane. "It's going to be a lot of money. I hope your two friends can You can afford it. Or you can convince your father to do you this little favor."

Kane was sweating. The turf of the green is so valuable that players are not allowed to drag their feet on the green, let alone run on it.

He was immersed in the joy of winning against Song Fang and failed to stop the two younger brothers in time. It's good now. His father doesn't like to see him. If he knows what happened today, let alone giving him money, he will definitely beat him up.

All this was caused by that yellow-skinned monkey.

"He didn't hit this ball. The ground is not in a dog-leg shape, and even top players can't guarantee a hole-in-one." Kane pointed at Song Fang, "He must have cheated. That's right. He must have cheated!"

Everyone looked at Kane with disgust.

The facts are clear. After Song Fang teed off, he never touched the club again. He was the one who hit the ball. There is no point in Kane messing around anymore.

For the three holes, Kane took one, three, and five strokes respectively, for a total of nine strokes. Song Fang used three strokes, four strokes, and one stroke, which added up to eight.

Kane started off amazing and went downhill.

And what about Song Fang? After two mediocre pars, he finally made a splash.

Song Fang won, and there was no suspense about winning.

Kane opened his mouth, wanting to quibble again, but suddenly realized that no matter what he said, it was useless.

"What reward do you want for winning against Kane?" Charles asked Song Fang.

"This..." Song Fang touched his chin.