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The rules were set, and now it was time for the real battle.
Qin Hai and Yang Guang each took a golf club and stood side by side, less than two meters apart, with a white golf ball in front of each of them.
Yang Guang held his club with both hands, placing it about twenty centimeters from his golf ball to aim at the hole and practice his swing.
His movements were meticulous, his expression focused and serious—he looked very professional indeed.
When he finished practicing and looked back, he saw Qin Hai still leaning on his golf club, smoking.
"Do you want to go first, or should I?"
Watching Qin Hai's casual demeanor, Yang Guang couldn't help but frown slightly.
Golf is a very elegant gentleman's sport, as well as a noble one. In Yang Guang's memory, he had never seen anyone on the course as nonchalant as Qin Hai. As a nearly first-class player, he could not stand to see poor "trash" like Qin Hai on the golf course.
