Under the beautiful scenery of two ball courts

  Although it's nothing new to see wealthy people using golf as a way to flaunt their wealth and improve their taste.

  Those who consistently score around 100 are naturally professionals, and they have mastered the rules and basic etiquette of golf. Just like wearing an Anna Sui dress, you can't show up in public with a heavily made-up face, making a laughing stock of yourself in front of professionals.

  Perhaps the gentlemanly concept of golf was already shrouded in myth when it entered China, causing some officials and businessmen to flock to it like a trendy pursuit. I think this is an absurd trend. Unbeknownst to them, it's easy to dress up but hard to change one's nature. They hastily buy top-of-the-line equipment, arm themselves from head to toe, skip the basics, and rush onto the course. Just as they're thinking they've finally fulfilled their golf dreams, they don't realize that every move they make is enough reason for them to be asked to leave the practice field.

  Every time she sees him standing on the tee box with his belly sticking out, even having a caddie do simple tasks like putting in a tee, and can't tell which is longer between a 3-par hole and a 4-par hole. She has to hold back her sorrow and let those bars and boxes come out of her stomach with a "happy" tone, only she knows how many times she has to do this every week, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, smooth and effortless.

  She turned her back and secretly regretted that golf had been smoked into a cheap copper smell. In her heart, it was almost carded and almost certified, all of which were about to become legends.

  Although it was midsummer, the scenery inside the stadium was stunningly beautiful, with a clear blue sky and bright sunshine. The golfers scattered on each course and the busy caddies made it seem like a standard vacation paradise. Unfortunately, in her eyes, it was all just a superficial facade.

  There is such a fierce one right in front of you.

  Although I haven't been to a driving range even once, I probably haven't even practiced basic grip techniques. However, I still went on the field, and all I can say is that power is the grave of nobility, truth, and everything else.

  Although I had mentally prepared myself, hearing from the leader's own mouth that this notoriously corrupt and internationally infamous politician was coming to vacation and play a game of basketball an hour later made my anger start to simmer. Despite the air conditioning being on, my heart really couldn't calm down. The noble explanation of rights and responsibilities that my middle school politics teacher had instilled in me kept flashing through my mind, and I suddenly realized the darkness of reality. But all I could do was endure and listen to the reception procedures one by one. Her task was simple: control the venue and clear it if necessary.

  Marshal, Colonel, Ceremonial Officer, General, etc. In the golf field, it refers to a person who regulates and constrains the order of play according to specific rules, commonly known as a Marshal or Rules Official.

  Look, still succumbing to the power of reality.

  The person in charge of arranging the order of play on the court is controlled by a more powerful force and has to succumb. This kind of lawless control is simply an insult to Marshal. But, have no choice but to follow suit.

  She thought today was a bad luck day, but because of a certain player's private jump to the core area of power, this super embarrassing news spread quickly among the A, B, C, D and other courts, giving her another penalty. She wasn't very concerned about the punishment result itself, but MARSTER inadvertently revealed a obvious triumphant expression, making her realize. Normally she would not give up, but at this moment she calmly signed her name on the table, and then walked away with her legs raised, the expected fiery scene did not appear, nor could it be said to have fallen into silence, leaving a certain person looking embarrassed.

  She has already been forced to abandon her principles at work for the sake of survival. What's the harm in being wronged again? Besides, reality has taught her a lesson in the most realistic way, and it is necessary to give up her principles for survival. Is the pain that spreads slowly like a twisted and broken limb just an illusion?

  Ocean Star