Chen Nan and his group were all shocked silly.
"Damn it, with your level like this and you still tell us you're not good, isn't this blatantly bullying?" Feng Ming was very aggrieved, cursing to himself, "So the first two holes were just toying with us."
But actually, he really misunderstood Lin Xi. It really was Lin Xi's first time playing, and the first few shots on the first hole were honestly genuine.
After that, well, everyone knows.
"Bro, you're world-class level now."
"No, no, even the top professional players in the world can't compare to you, bro."
"Damn it, you can't play like this."
...
Chen Nan heard his boys exclaim, and he felt extremely frustrated inside.
"Hurry up, a hundred slaps." Lin Xi pointed at Feng Ming, reminding him.
"Um, um, brother, give me a break, how about ten thousand yuan for you?" Feng Ming's momentum weakened since he lost the bet after all.