Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1552 Beating the ball
"Grip it, swing, and then hit it."

Shangluo scored a goal.

"How was it? Wasn't it great?"

"Yeah, but it would be even better if we didn't have to pick up the ball."

"If you like this, you should play softball, because softball is for others to retrieve. Your skill lies in not being able to retrieve it."

"So here's the problem," Shangluo said, pointing to the lawn ahead, "that hole is on a hillside. If you can't make it no matter how many times you try, wouldn't that be incredibly frustrating and annoying?"

"Anyway, no one's rushing you. Aren't I just chatting with you here?"

Next to the car, Zhu Ling sat inside, while Shang Luo stood beside her, holding a golf club.

This is the pound court inside the Grand Palace—the Grand Palace is enormous. So vast that it has its own standard-sized pound court within the royal gardens, covering a full 50 hectares.

Chuiball was a personal hobby of the previous emperor, and the chuiball court was built for that purpose. Although Zhu Xianxi no longer enjoys playing it, the chuiball court has become part of the "employee benefits." After all, there are still quite a few people who like to play chuiball. On their way to the court, they saw many other people playing there as well.

Although hammer golf matches are clearly recorded, strictly speaking, there is no winner or loser unless it's a commercial competition. Because everyone is simply playing against themselves, the so-called score is merely a difference in strokes.

But as long as you can get the ball into the hole yourself, nobody really cares about the score.

"Speaking of which, does nobody really care? After all, there is a standard score, right?"

"Yes, on this course, the standard is 18 holes under par."

"How many strokes would you take?"

"My best score ever was 88."

"Doesn't feel good?"

"It was windy that day, and the ball landed in the sand bunker and I couldn't hit it out no matter what I did. Sometimes it would land on the grass, and it was also hard to generate power—of course, that was before. Now I'm a god, and those kinds of shots are no problem for me at all."

"Would you like to try this?" Shangluo took out a sandbag. "Wearing this will block out the senses of the celestial beings."

"No. I finally became a Celestial, I haven't had enough fun yet. Hey, why does your punching bag smell like cooking wine?"

"That day when we were stewing Xiaohong in the iron pot, the lid was weighed down by this sandbag."

"Good heavens, are you steaming crabs? And you're even pressing down the pot?"

"It was meant to be stewed in lukewarm water, so I had to trick her into going in to start the fire. I couldn't exactly cut the fish open before stewing it, and she wouldn't let me either."

"You've really had a lot of trouble."

"It's my own business, so it's not hard work."

"When did you become one of our own? Did my brother say anything to you?"

"No, no, this is not an implication. I am referring to the home of the nation, the home of us fellow disciples."

"Oh, you scared me."

"You seem to care a lot about this?"

"I'm not a carp, and I'm not stupid." She looked at Shang Luo. "My brother wants to match us up, which I already knew, so there's nothing to say."

"Yes, he does care about that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been keeping an eye on us with binoculars."

"Huh? He must be watching us. Which way?"

"Didn't you notice that your balcony can be seen from here? Right there—hey, don't look over there, he'll be embarrassed if he sees it."

"Who is this person? I brought my classmates to play basketball at my home court, and he keeps staring at me."

[He was actually confirming whether the person playing ball with Zhu Ling was Shang Luo. Yes, he's already confirmed it.] "He went back?"

No, he got a bigger telescope, and he watched with even more enthusiasm.

"..." Shangluo thought for a moment, "By the way, Zhu Ling, could you help me adjust my grip on the ball?"

“Okay.” Zhu Ling jumped out of the car.

Shangluo offered to teach her, which made her quite happy. She loves training others the most.

She got out of the car and pulled out her whistle—

"Hey, if you're going to teach me, then teach me. Why are you pulling out the whistle?"

"Sorry, sorry, it's a professional habit. But thankfully I didn't blow it. It's an ultrasonic whistle, and to a Celestial's current senses, it's quite piercing. If I were to teach you, you'd have to try it out yourself. Wait a minute."

"Wow, that's something else! Why are you wearing gloves?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I'm not used to not wearing gloves before contact with other living beings. I subconsciously felt that we were in a work setting."

"why?"

"Because it's really close to the panda enclosure. I usually take this route to the Imperial Garden. Theoretically, this is also part of the Imperial Garden. And regarding what you said, I always feel there's a certain..."

"What kind of thing is it?"

"I always felt like you weren't human." Even so, she took off her gloves. "So, this is how I'll teach you? You can squat down a little?"

Aren't we about the same height?

"Your posture is different. You need to squat down a little so I can adjust your posture from behind."

Oh, is that so?

"Mmm. When gripping the club, pay attention to the distance between your hands, like this."

Oh~~ He's still watching, his eyes are wide open. Wow, his gaze is so complex. It's like he's watching... watching cabbages and carrots get together.

"What kind of strange analogy is that? Oh well, I can probably understand it."

In Zhu Xianxi's view, Zhu Ling was indeed the cabbage he raised, but Shang Luo was certainly not a wild boar that suddenly barged in; Shang Luo was also the carrot in his garden.

Can carrots and cabbages be grafted together? He didn't know, but as a gardener, he really wanted to try.

Even so, this was still too exciting for an emperor.

"Wait a minute," Shang Luo suddenly turned around and said to Zhu Ling, "How about we change direction?"

"Change direction? Are you left-handed? Fine, we'll go with your direction, it's not a bad idea. Wait, I'll go get a different cue, I'll need a different set for my backhand." The two switched to a different hitting direction—at this distance, they could just block Zhu Xianxi's view.

He panicked, but he didn't come out to stop you.

"Good heavens," Shang Luo's forehead was already starting to sweat. "So he was serious after all."

What, you want to test him out?

"Because he'd been trying to matchmake people up, I wanted to see if he was serious—and it turns out he was! And he didn't even stop me?"

Zhu Ling, on the other hand, remained calm. She was extremely focused and professional when working, and she wasn't distracted by the fact that the person in front of her was from Shangluo—in fact, it was even less likely that she would be distracted because it was Shangluo.

Of the two, Zhu Ling seems to be the more terrifying one.

(End of this chapter)