The young man's eyes lit up sharply as he saw Qin Lingyue.
Zhuo Feiyang—
The eldest young master of Jin City's prominent Zhuo family; vice president of the student union; president of the Taekwondo club.
With a distinguished family background and outstanding capabilities, he holds multiple important positions, a leading figure at Jin City University.
One of Qin Lingyue's pursuers.
Immediately, Zhuo Feiyang's gaze lingered on Ye Qingtian.
"Lingyue, who is this?"
Zhuo Feiyang asked in confusion.
Chu Zhijun laughed and said, "Let me introduce, this is Ye Qingtian, a freshman of this year. He has another identity: Lingyue's fiancé."
"What? Lingyue's fiancé?"
Zhuo Feiyang's face changed abruptly, fury rising, his eyes flashing coldly.
Others were also stunned, faces filled with disbelief.
"I wonder where this fellow student is from? He seems unfamiliar to me."
Zhuo Feiyang pressed down his anger and asked with a smile.
"Boss, didn't you hear Senior Sister Zhijun introduce just now? Ye Qingtian, naturally from the Tianjing Ye Family!"
A nearby fatty reminded him.
Zhuo Feiyang was initially taken aback, then laughed out loud, "So he is the Ye family's forsaken starless wretch? Uncle Qin used to be good friends with Ye Kuangfeng, so Lingyue is his fiancée. I get it! So it is him!"
Zhuo Feiyang's previous gloom vanished, a charming smile filling his handsome face.
Ye Qingtian being Qin Lingyue's fiancé meant nothing more than a security guard to him.
He wasn't worth mentioning, not even qualified to be a love rival.
The fatty looked at Ye Qingtian with disdain, "Seriously, why would a god like you come here? You're the eldest young master of the Tianjing Ye family, isn't coming here beneath your status?"
Zhuo Feiyang glared at the fatty, "Fatty, shut up! Since he is Lingyue's friend, he's my friend too! Please come in!"
Qin Lingyue snorted coldly, "Everyone is just joking, don't take it to heart!"
"It's fine!"
Ye Qingtian followed everyone into the club.
"Lingyue, you'll soon have military training, right? The freshman military training at Jin City University is famously strict, you'll face quite a bit of hardship. Relax for these couple of days!"
Zhuo Feiyang said in a 'senior' tone.
Qin Lingyue deliberately clung closely to Zhuo Feiyang, glanced at Ye Qingtian, and nodded, "Alright."
Shortly after, the group arrived at the golf course of the club.
"Lingyue always said she'd bring you to experience golf, today we finally have the chance."
Zhuo Feiyang laughed.
Fatty beside him immediately chimed in, "Not long ago, boss ranked tenth in the Golf World Professional Tour Japan station's competition. You know boss isn't a professional player, he's just an amateur for fun."
"What? Tenth in the world professional tour? That's amazing!"
Chu Zhijun's eyes brightened, exclaiming.
Qin Lingyue's eyes were full of brilliance, unable to suppress her surprise.
Having had some exposure to golf, they knew the sport's difficulty level was high.
Zhuo Feiyang being able to rank top ten in a professional tournament as an amateur was nothing short of 'genius.'
Chu Zhijun's gaze fell on Ye Qingtian, smiling charmingly, "Young Master Ye hails from a prestigious family, your golf skills must also be superb? How about you and Feiyang have a match, to show us something spectacular!"
"Yeah, it's just for fun anyway. It's alright."
Qin Lingyue chimed in from the side.
Ye Qingtian shook his head, "I can't!"
In prison, there were quite a few big shots who played.
But Ye Qingtian found the sport to lack technical content—it was just hitting a ball into a hole, right?
Did it really require spending four to five hours?
One stroke into a hole should suffice.
"Ah? How could you not know? You're the eldest young master of the Ye family, after all!"
Fatty coldly laughed repeatedly.
Zhuo Feiyang curled his lips and smiled, "Young Master Ye, we don't know either, we're just playing casually."
Qin Lingyue glared at Ye Qingtian, "Why are you being so dull?"
Zhuo Feiyang's eyes flashed, "How about we start with a match, get you familiar with the rules?"
"Alright."
Ye Qingtian agreed.
Zhuo Feiyang soon started a game with Fatty, comparing their golf scores.
In simpler terms—
Golf has eighteen holes, whoever uses fewer strokes to finish them wins.
The par for eighteen holes (professional level) is 72 strokes, generally, those who play well score in the eighties or nineties.
In the end, Zhuo Feiyang scored 80 strokes, Fatty 95 strokes, finishing a game.
"Haha, boss was holding back. His Japan station score was 74 strokes."
Fatty praised.
Zhuo Feiyang's face carried a smile as warm as spring sunshine, looking at Ye Qingtian, "Understand now, Young Master Ye?"
Ye Qingtian looked puzzled, "Just hit the ball into eighteen holes, right? Eighteen strokes should do the job, why seventy-eight?"
"Pfft!"
Zhuo Feiyang laughed, his eyes full of contempt and mockery, everyone looked at Ye Qingtian like he was an idiot.
Qin Lingyue was trembling with anger, glaring fiercely at Ye Qingtian, "You really understand nothing! In golf, the eighteen holes consist of four five-stroke holes, ten four-stroke holes, and four three-stroke holes. So the par is 72 strokes! This represents a professional level, scoring in the eighties or nineties is considered skilled."
Ye Qingtian nodded, rubbing his nose, "But I still think eighteen strokes can do it!"
"Hahaha... Young Master Ye must be dreaming, right?"
"Eighteen strokes? The world record low is just 58 strokes!"
"Absolutely ridiculous, eighteen strokes? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard!"
Zhuo Feiyang's friends laughed, leaning forward and back, going wild.
"There's no point in everyone doubting. Why don't we let Young Master Ye show us himself? Maybe he really can do it in eighteen strokes."
Saying this, Zhuo Feiyang didn't believe it at all.
Completing in eighteen strokes was like an impossible event in math.
"Young Master Ye, I'll go first, sort of throwing out a 'brick' to attract a 'jade.' You'll be the finisher."
Zhuo Feiyang began, his demeanor changed, extremely serious, unlike the casual attitude he showed in the previous match with Fatty.
He was determined to embarrass Ye Qingtian!
Zhuo Feiyang's first target was a three-stroke hole, scoring par was three strokes.
"My god, a birdie!"
"Scoring birdie on the first hole, Young Master Zhuo is indeed a genius!"
...
Exclamations repeatedly sounded in the field, besides Ye Qingtian, everyone had faces full of disbelief.
A birdie means scoring one stroke below par to complete a hole, Zhuo Feiyang used two strokes on a three-stroke hole, producing a birdie.
Even in professional competitions, this is rarely seen!
"A perfect par!"
"Another perfect par!"
...
"Oh heavens, another birdie!"
...
Exclamations hardly ceased in the field, Zhuo Feiyang's friends had faces flushed, excited to the point of suffocation.
In the end, Zhuo Feiyang scored three birdies, totaling 70 strokes.
The whole place was in awe!
Even other tourists and players couldn't help casting envious glances,
At this moment, Zhuo Feiyang was the most dazzling presence in the venue.