Chapter 295

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!

Yang's club was almost thrown behind his head, and then suddenly pulled down. 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!

The teacher in charge and many girls breathed a sigh of relief. The head teacher and many girls breathed a sigh of relief. The head teacher and many girls breathed a sigh of relief. The head teacher and many girls were relieved involuntarily.!

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.

For the standard swing, boom!

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!

Even the head teacher couldn't help laughing, then stopped quickly and looked around, glad no one saw it.

No one really looked at her at this time.

Bao Yunlei's laughter stopped suddenly, and his face looked like eating a lump of shit.

Zhao Dezhu also turned to him: "Dear coach, can I still use it? Why don't you try it?"

He said and handed the club to him.

Didn't you tell me to carry the ball bag like a beggar?

You didn't treat me before. Hehe, don't you have gloves?

Didn't you scold me not to touch these clubs?

Dismantling the second generation is very vindictive!

Including what some people have done, keep it in mind bit by bit.

In his dictionary, there is never enough.

Only reasonable and unforgiving.

Bao Yunlei's face was extremely ugly: "get out! I can't command you yet!"

Zhao Dezhu smiled: "I can't command you. The club is not as good as sugarcane in the hands of pigs. Take it in..."

Bao Yunlei immediately flew into a rage!

Just about to yell.

The head teacher finally said, "well, don't be complacent. In the future, we should share more experience details with the students. This is the responsibility of the monitor. Students, take their own clubs respectively. According to our previous grouping, one team will start on the starting table first, and the other pair will keep a safe distance from the back for preparation practice. Do you understand?"

The girls held back their laughter, and the crisp explanation was white. When Shen Jianing passed Zhao Dezhu in small steps, he looked proud and charming on his face.

Unable to resist being naughty, he walked around behind him and suddenly bent his knees and hit the back knee socket of Zhao Dezhu.

Bumped the guy in slippers a few steps.

The girls laughed so much that they couldn't draw out their clubs.

Bao Yunlei even pointed to Zhao Dezhu, who was just about to get angry.

Chen Jinlong shook his head and pulled him: "Mr. Bao, have a rest. Don't be too anxious in the first class. Have a rest first."

People's head teachers have helped to extricate themselves from the encirclement, and they still have to face up. The boy with slippers obviously doesn't care about anything.

If you have the upper hand, you will fall into the stone.

In the end, it will only make a mess, lose face and become more powerful. That's a pity.

Bao Yunlei was dragged away.

There was a silver bell like laughter in the back, mixed with the proud voice of the little Rooster: "personal personal guidance, 50 yuan for ten minutes, 200 yuan for all... Ouch!"

In the bigger laughter, the head teacher couldn't help crying and laughing: "are you like this in class? Hurry, pay attention to keep the distance and discretion. You are the monitor! The president of the student union!"

Immediately there was a charming laugh: "come on, monitor!" "Chairman, come on!"

And those with nasal sounds.

Bao Yunlei was so depressed that his head was about to explode. He jumped on Iveco: "Lao Kong! Let's go. I'll clean up this bastard later!"

The driver hesitated and watched Chen Jinlong silently nod to him and quickly drive away. He could see that director Bao was in a disadvantage.

I can't take this boy.

Because coach Zhang couldn't resist: "this classmate, it's good for you to have foundation and talent, but don't be such a person..."

Zhao Dezhu spread his hand and used a classic expression of later generations: "blame me?"

The fairway pole hanging between his fingers is dangling and dangling. It's very free and easy!

Coach Zhang covered his head: "you can't stay in the circle like this. We Nanyun golf..."

Zhao Dezhu hehe: "thank you. I'm a student who pays at my own expense. I'm not a commissary. I have nothing to do with you for half a dime. Not to mention that the Raptor doesn't cross the river, the pork chop doesn't make up. His black and white pigeon eyes are none of my business."

The Cantonese language that pops up in the back shows the lazy and long sound unique to eastern Guangdong.

It was the head teacher who slapped him on the back of the head without saying a word: "work, let's jump on the street!"

It was also a Cantonese sound, which made Zhao Dezhu look wronged and point at the head teacher twice, in exchange for the head teacher's stare.

She may not know how vivid and beautiful her expression is. Anyway, Zhao Dezhu has no anger.

Happily carry the club to guide the girls.

This kind of street work is still very comfortable.