How didn't you fall down?

  As the club fell, a small white ball flew out of the air, passing through the azure summer sky, drawing a beautiful arc, and finally landing steadily on the fruit ridge, just about 10 yards away from the hole.

  The ball boys on both sides were visibly stunned for a moment before they couldn't help but applaud: "Great shot, beautiful!"

  The other three people's expressions were different, Yi Shuihan had a cold face, Yi Tianze had a surprised face, and Ling Yuwei had a pale and shocked face.

  An Lan smiled and stretched out two fingers towards Ling Yuwei, shaking them: "Miss Ling, I hit two fewer strokes than you, one stroke is worth 1 million, so our side won 20 million on this hole."

  An Lan walked up to the fruit ridge amidst the crowd's varied expressions, and with a beautiful posture, she pushed the ball into the hole with one stroke. She said with a smile, "It's a pity, why did it just miss by ten yards? If I had made a hole-in-one, that would have been great, and it seems like the reward should be doubled for a hole-in-one."

  Ling Yuwei finally understood that she had fallen into a trap when An Lan said so. It turned out that An Lan, who pretended not to even know the No. 1 club, was actually a golf mastermind. With such skills, how could someone like her be a match for him? What she just said was truly too arrogant.

  There were still three holes to play, but Ling Yuwei had lost all confidence. The remaining three holes were played with four strokes on the first hole, five strokes on the second hole, and even seven strokes on the last hole.

  And the remaining three holes, An Lan had two holes that were hit on the green with one stroke, only the last hole, perhaps seeing Ling Yuwei's face almost crying, she was slightly distracted and finally used two strokes to hit the green.

  In the end, after four holes of match play, Ling Yuwei used a total of 19 strokes to reach the top of Guoling, while An Lan only used 5 strokes. As a result, Yishuihan's side naturally lost 1.4 million.

  "Haha!" Yi Tianze burst out laughing, looking at his younger brother and waving his hand: "Sorry about that, Shui Han, I'm afraid you'll have to sell a few hundred more Hai Mi phones this month."

  Yi Shui Han hadn't even had time to respond when he heard a cry of "ah" from behind him. He quickly turned his head, only to discover that Ling Yu Wei had already tumbled down the slope and was now rolling down the grassy incline.

  Yi Shui Han hurriedly chased after her, but his running was naturally not as fast as Ling Yu Wei's rolling down. By the time he caught up to Ling Yu Wei, she had already fallen into the lake below.

  An Lan and Yi Tianze followed closely behind, by the time they caught up, Yi Shuihan had already pulled Ling Yuwei out of the lake. However, Ling Yuwei's ankle seemed to be dislocated, her small face scrunched up in pain, looking extremely uncomfortable.

  "I'll take Ling Yuwei away first, and we can only have dinner another day," Yi Shuihan said as he picked up Ling Yuwei and rushed towards the electric tricycle called by the caddie not far away.

  Yi Tianze looked at the departing tram, then glanced at Gu Anlan standing in the evening wind with a expressionless face, and said with a hint of regret: "Why didn't you fall down?"

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  Friends, tomorrow is National Day. Hu Yang wishes everyone a happy National Day here, hoping that friends will have a pleasant holiday and play happily!