I Just Want To Be Self-reliant

  Chapter 17 The Raptors Cross the River

   Shaking the fairway stick in his hand, Zhao Dezhu smiled and walked to the serve position.

  Hold the stick in one hand, fiddle with a small white ball with the head, and stop at the penalty spot without a spike.

  Anyone can try this action, use a spoon, fiddle with an egg to a certain point, and finally use the head of the spoon to gently tap the sphere to hold it.

  Try it and you will know how hard it is to be relaxed and casual.

  Moreover, this is a club with a length of more than one meter, which is much more difficult.

   Zhao Dezhu was surprised that this familiar hand feels so strong.

  Anyway, Coach Zhang immediately focused his eyes, not to mention Chen Jinlong, who kept watching.

   Just like Bao Yunlei and the girls, he looked at him indifferently, and there was even a little ridicule on his face.

  If you want to play a long tee, it's usually a tee stick.

  The most common practice for novices is the shorter number seven.

  It is rare to hear of anyone who will practice his hand with the iron wood in the middle.

  Zhao Dezhu held the pole in both hands, stretched his left hand, and looked at the distance.

  Put the cue stick above the small white ball and make a few pendulum-like swings, as if you are looking for the feeling of trajectory, and then suddenly exert force!

  The club head swishes over the white ball and passes!

   is empty!

   Coach Zhang is a little unbelievable.

  Because the whole action is impeccable!

   is very standard, must be the training of the family, but did not hit the ball at all?

What's going on?

  Bao Yunlei could not help laughing: "On this level? Can't touch the ball? Pretending to be true, it turned out to be a silver-like spearhead!"

  The girls are also dumb.

  The girl who went up to the test just now, no matter how far she can hit, even if she rolls out slowly like a prostate, she can still touch it.

  Shen Jianing actually pouted involuntarily.

  The head teacher closed his eyes even more disappointed.

  Only Chen Jinlong remained motionless.

   Then everyone heard Zhao Dezhu’s cheeky: "See, this is how I will show you how if you don’t pitch enough, you will hit the ball incorrectly. The correct shot should be like this..."

  With his crumpled T-shirt and dirty slippers, he is shirking responsibility and eliminating embarrassment.

  So Bao Yunlei, who thought he had successfully transferred the embarrassment, also laughed...

  It’s still the same action, still swinging the club like a pendulum, but this time it just swings on the side of the white ball, and it stops as long as it moves to the hitting point.

   Then it seems to be simulating the trajectory, suddenly exerting force!

   The raised cue was almost thrown behind his head, and then suddenly pulled down, a very standard swing, bang!

  Beep!

  The head teacher and many girls involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

  Then everyone looked at the little white ball together, and flew straight and flat into the distance!

Very far!

  The fairway club that Zhao Dezhu originally took is more powerful than Bao Yunlei's seventh, and it is easier to hit long distances.

  Not to mention the technical details are mastered.

  Fly and fly...

   Actually in everyone’s gaze, no one else overcame the barrier and flew out!

   Coach Zhang was truly unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes and turned back: "There are...300 yards, right?"

  Chen Jinlong nodded silently, with fiery eyes that could not be concealed.

  When the girls retracted their gazes, they saw that Zhao Dezhu actually held the club with one hand, covered his eyebrows with one hand, and swayed on tiptoes to look out!

The expression on   's face is even more exaggerated, as if seeing the clouds.

  It's like Chen Peisi slung his shell gun to see if the devil came.

  The girls were just stunned and burst into laughter!

  Too shameless!

  Even the head teacher couldn’t help but smile, and then quickly stopped, looking around fortunately that no one saw it.

  No one really looked at her at this time.

  Bao Yunlei’s laughter stopped abruptly, his face was ugly as if he had eaten shit.

  Zhao Dezhu turned to him and said, "Dear coach, can I still use this? Would you like to try it?"

   said, passing the cue narrowly.

   Didn’t you tell me to carry my bag like a beggar?

   Didn’t you treat me before, don’t you have gloves?

   Didn’t you scold me not to touch these clubs casually?

  It is very grudge to tear down the second generation!

  Including the things that some people have done, I keep them in my mind bit by bit.

  In his dictionary, there is never enough.

  Only reasonable and unforgiving.

  Bao Yunlei's face is super ugly: "Go! I'm not your turn to command!"

  Zhao Dezhu laughed and said, “I’m not in your turn to command, and cue sticks are not as edible as sugar cane in the hands of pigs. Hold them in...”

  Bao Yunlei immediately jumped into thunder!

   is about to swear.

The head teacher finally said: "Okay! Don’t be arrogant and complacent. In the future, you have to share more details of your experience with your classmates. This is your duty as a class leader. Classmates, take your own clubs and follow our previous groupings. One team goes to the tee first, and the other pair keeps a safe distance behind to prepare for practice, do you understand?"

  The girls refrained from laughing, and they made it clear. When Shen Jianing walked past Zhao Dezhu, she looked at him with a proud and proud face.

   Unable to resist being naughty, he walked around behind him, suddenly bent his knees and bumped into the back of Zhao Dezhu's knee.

  Bumped the guy in slippers and staggered a few steps.

  The girls laughed even more crookedly, and the clubs couldn't be pulled out.

  Bao Yunlei even pointed at Zhao Dezhu just about to go crazy.

  Chen Jinlong secretly shook his head and pulled him over: "President Bao, take a break, don’t be too anxious for the first class, take a break, take a break first."

  The teacher in charge of other people's class has helped to clear the siege, and he has to get up. The boy in the slippers obviously doesn't care about anything.

  The demeanor that if you have the upper hand, you will fall into trouble.

  In the end, it will only make trouble, lose face, and become more powerful, which is a pity.

  Bao Yunlei was pulled away abruptly.

  I heard a silver bell-like laughter in the back, mixed with the show-off voice of the little cock: "Private personal guidance, fifty yuan for ten minutes, two hundred yuan for all...Ouch!"

  Amidst the greater laughter, the class teacher started crying and laughing: "Is there anyone like you in class? Hurry up, pay attention to keeping your distance and proportions. You are the class leader! The chairman of the student union!"

   Immediately there was a chuckle: "Come on! Squad leader!" "Chairman, come on!"

  There are also nasal ones.

  Bao Yunlei was so depressed that he was possessed by marrying clothes, his head was about to explode, and he jumped on Iveco: "Old Kong! Go, I will come back and clean up this bastard!"

  The driver hesitated, watching Chen Jinlong nodding silently to him, and drove the car away quickly, he could see Director Bao was at a disadvantage.

  There is no way to take this boy.

  Because Coach Zhang couldn’t hold back: “This classmate, it’s a good thing that you have the foundation and talent, but don’t be like this...”

  Zhao Dezhu stretched out his hands, using a classic facial expression of later generations: "Blam me?"

  The fairway stick hung between the two fingers, shaking and shaking, it is very easy and free!

   Coach Zhang covered his head: "You can't get in the circle like this, we Nanyun Golf..."

Zhao Dezhu Haha: "Thank you, I am a student who paid at my own expense. I am not a teacher. I have nothing to do with you. Not to mention the Raptors, the pigeon chops, the makeup, and the black and white pigeon eyes. What a shit."

The Cantonese that suddenly appeared behind    was even more sloppy and prolonged.

  It is the class teacher who slaps him on the back of the head without saying a word: "I'm doing something, slam the street boy!"

   is actually the Cantonese voice, which made Zhao Dezhu turn his head and face aggrieved.

  She may not know how vivid and beautiful her expression is, anyway, Zhao Dezhu's anger is gone.

   Carry the cue happily to guide the girls.

  This kind of street work is still very pleasant.

  (End of this chapter)