Chapter 440

"May I begin?" Meng Bowen quickly came to Wang Fan and asked angrily. Rao is a man who has always been good at self-control. His happiness and anger are not expressed in color. Today, he is also choked by Wang Fanqi.

"What's the hurry? How can I warm up? Although I'm the king of the game, I haven't played it for a long time. I have to get familiar with it. "

Wang Fan did a few warm-up actions, slowly said, "you just warm up so long time, can't let me warm up?"

"Why, are you anxious to give me the ten million? Don't worry. The ten million will be mine later. I don't care if I'm so late. "

Meng Bowen almost vomited blood.

Nima, he's coming up in a fierce way. He's going to show his power. This product is going to warm up. Isn't that to dampen his enthusiasm?

The most exasperating thing is this guy's attitude. Even if he is careless, he looks like he is sure to win.

"How long do you want to warm up?" Meng Bowen asked with a black face and a strong temper.

"Three or five minutes is enough. After all, there's no need to waste so much time when dealing with you." Wang Fan said with a smile.

"You." Meng Bowen is about to get angry. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat Wang Fan, and Kong Wucheng and others were watching over there, he would have done it.

"Arrogance, it's too arrogant."

"Mengo, you have to beat him all over the floor to get him out of the golf course."

"Son of a bitch, it's hateful that the fork was put on mengge's head."

Listening to Wang Fan's arrogant tone, those young and old people couldn't help being indignant and scolded.

It's a shame.

There was a touch of sadness in Kong Wucheng's eyes.

Wang Fan was invited by him. If he was trampled down, his face would be a bit embarrassed.

In terms of Kung Fu, he believes that ten Meng Po Wen can't do Wang Fan, but in terms of golf, he has no foundation.

Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the clamour of the young and the old. He took the club from the beautiful caddie and squeezed his soft hand.

This scene not only makes the beautiful caddies feel a little shy, but also makes them almost angry.

When the caddie set the ball, Wang Fan opened the posture.

He grabbed the club with both hands and began to swing with great momentum.

It's just that his funny holding posture and non-standard movements are the ones who laugh and fall back and forth.

Nima, it's just a teaser. I guess it's my first time playing golf? They feel that they can not find the north of Wang Fan.

"I'm going to start. Open your eyes and see clearly what a king is." At this time, Wang Fan yelled, grabbed the club and pulled it back, then yelled out.

It's full of momentum.

When!

With a sound, the white ball flew out, but it flew to the sky.

Not only that, the club in Wang Fan's hand also flew out. A few caddies in the distance, alas, quickly called to escape, afraid of being hit.

A brief silence.

The young and the old began to laugh again.

Nima, what's the level.

Meng Bowen has a black face. He suddenly feels that playing golf with Wang fan is an insult to him.

"Is that the level of your champion? If so, your ten million will be mine. " Meng Bowen began to mend his sword with a smile.

"Oh, mistakes, mistakes. After all, it's warm-up. Don't worry." Wang Fan feel embarrassed head, and took a club, put the ball after the pull foot posture to fight.

He hit three more shots, which either hit the ball to the sky or flew to the sky, and one shot didn't even hit the ball.

Those young and old people can't get up with laughter. They can see that this goods is an ostentatious forklift.

The beautiful caddie also felt the shame, covered his face and hid to one side, never dare to get close to Wang Fan.

She felt that it was a shame for her to serve Wang Fan.

"You are really a great player. You played four strokes, three strokes and couldn't even find the ball. The fourth stroke was more powerful and didn't hit the ball."

"I didn't believe you were the king, but now I have some. Wang Shao, do you want to warm up? I'll give you enough time. "

Meng Bowen's skin smiles, but he doesn't smile. He says in a strange way.

He doesn't pay attention to Wang Fan at all. At this level, if you practice for another year or two, I'm afraid you won't be his opponent.

"Thank you, Meng Shao. You are so smart. I'm done warming up and ready to start. " Wang Fan didn't seem to recognize Meng's sarcasm at all, and even took it as praise, "how to compare, you say."

"Since Wang Shao is the king of the ball, let's take the simplest one, 20 strokes. Whoever scores more goals wins. How about that?"Meng Bowen choked hard at the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.

Wang Fan's thick skin once again refreshed his three outlooks.

"No problem, you come first, don't say I'm the king bullying you." Wang Fan nodded without hesitation and said carelessly.

Meng Bowen was not angry with Wang Fan and was not polite. He took the club and started the match.

Whoosh.

One shot, elegant action, handsome posture, compared with those professional players are not inferior.

The white ball flew out and landed ten meters away from the hole.

"Handsome, mengge is so handsome."

Those thousands of gold are full of stars scream, a few people's eyes in the emergence of a good flower crazy color.

Meng Bowen was not moved at all. He stepped forward gracefully and hit the ball a few centimeters away from the hole.

Third shot, the ball goes into the hole.

Three strokes and one ball, it's already excellent, even if it can't compare with the professional, it's also the excellent level of amateur.

Next, Meng Bowen started his personal show, and the more he played, the more comfortable he was.

The second time, he made a hole with three strokes, and the third time, he made a hole with two strokes.

Next, all are two holes, fierce mess.

Twenty strokes, nine goals, on average, close to two strokes and one goal, the strength is terrible.

"Mengge, you are so handsome."

"It's so cool. It's up to the professional level."

Those thousands of gold have screamed, even a few caddies, eyes also came out of the small stars.

It's golf. It's close to two strokes and one hole on average. What a bad day?

"Don't, don't praise me. The king is still here. You praise me like this. You hit me in the face."

Meng Bowen said with a smile, but it was Mianli's hidden sword, "Wang Shao, I'm finished, and then it's your turn. You are the world champion. Don't let me down

His voice was full of sarcasm, but his eyes were full of pride.

It's obviously hitting Wang Fan in the face.

Hiss.

After hearing Meng Bowen's words, not to mention the gold, even the caddies laughed.

Wang fan that level, but also the king? They all want to throw up.

They think that if Wang fan can score a goal in 20 strokes, it is already against the sky to the point where he can't. If he still wants to win Meng Bowen, that's a dream.

"Of course I won't let you down. I'm the king." Wang fan is very proud.

He said, also looking at the big and small gold, the tone is full of disdain, "pattern, pattern, twenty shots, nine balls, you mean to scream? Shame

This time, not only those who are full of money, but also Meng Bowen can't keep calm.

Nima, it's time to pretend that he wants to kill Wang Fan with a club.

At this time, Wang Fan has been carrying the club, carelessly walked to the white ball in front.

The beautiful caddie saw Wang Fan carrying the club, directly covered his face and gave Wang Fan a butt.

She felt that Wang Fan was about to break the jar.