Chapter 17 (1/2)

Shaking the fairway pole in his hand, Zhao Dezhu walked to the service position with a smile.

Hold the club in one hand, poke a small white ball with the club head and stop at the free throw point without a nail.

Anyone can try this action. Use a spoon to poke an egg to a certain point. Finally, you have to gently click the ball with the head of the spoon to fix it.

Try to know how difficult it is to do it easily and casually.

And this is still a one meter long club, which is many times more difficult.

Zhao Dezhu was surprised that the familiar hand feel was so strong.

Anyway, coach Zhang's eyes were focused immediately, not to mention Chen Jinlong, who had been watching.

Just like the girls, Bao Yunlei looked at him indifferently, and even a few lines of ridicule were on his face.

If you want to play far away, you usually open the club.

The most common practice for novices is the short pole seven.

It is seldom heard that anyone will practice with an iron and wood rod in the middle.

Zhao Dezhu held the pole with both hands, straightened his left hand and looked at the distance a little.

Put the club above the small white ball and shake it in the shape of a pendulum for a few times. It seems that you are looking for the feeling of moving track, and then suddenly force!

The club head swished against the small white ball and passed over it!

Empty!

Coach Zhang is a little incredible.

Because the whole action is impeccable!

It's very standard. It must be the skill of practicing my family, but I didn't hit the ball at all?

Is this swelling?

Bao Yunlei couldn't help laughing: ”at this level? You can't touch the ball? It looks like real. It's a Silver Pewter gun head!”

The girls were also dumb.

Just next to the girl who tried, no matter how far she can hit, even if she rolls out slowly like a prostate, she can touch it.

Shen Jianing couldn't help talking.

The head teacher was so disappointed that he closed his eyes.

Only Chen Jinlong did not move.

Then everyone heard Zhao Dezhu cheeky: ”see, this is what I showed you. If you don't pitch enough, you will hit the ball incorrectly. It should be like this when you hit the ball correctly...”

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

So Bao Yunlei, who felt that he had successfully transferred the embarrassment, laughed

It's still the same action. I still shake the club like a pendulum, but this time it's just shaking on the side of the small white ball. It will stop as long as it moves to the hitting point.

Then it seems to be simulating the trajectory and suddenly force!

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

Whisper!

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

Then everyone looked at the little white ball and flew flat and straight to the distance!

Very far!

Originally, the fairway pole Zhao Dezhu took was more powerful and heavy than Bao Yunlei's No. 7 pole, and it was easier to hit a long distance.

Not to mention the technical details.

Fly, fly

Unexpectedly, in everyone's attention, he flew out of the barrier as if no one else!

Coach Zhang was really unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes and looked back: ”it's... 300 yards?”

Chen Jinlong nodded silently, and his hot eyes were hard to hide.

When the girls looked back, they saw Zhao Dezhu clubbing the club with one hand, covering his eyebrows with one hand, and shaking on tiptoe!

The expression on his face was exaggerated, as if he had seen the clouds.

It's like Chen Peisi looking at the devil with a cross arm gun.

The girls were stunned and laughed together!

What a trick!