On the weekend, Lin Qi and Conner arranged to play at the Ball Field.
Conner was wearing a summer jersey, clearly having been a little careless.
Before long, he had put on his coat again. It was obvious that he was cold now, and goosebumps had broken out all over him.
Golf was unlike other sports in that it could keep one's heart rate relatively high and maintain a high level of heat expenditure.
Even walking involved riding in a golf cart. Aside from putting a little force into the swing, most of the time was spent holding a cup of coffee.
That made golf more social. It was like playing basketball—you couldn't dribble, drive past a defender, and chat with the defender about things happening in the political world at the same time.
You couldn't do that because you had to concentrate intensely and devote yourself completely to the sport.
Golf, however, allowed it. You could take a casual swing, then have plenty of time left to chat.
In the past, people had liked playing polo as their primary social sport. For one thing, horses themselves were one of the barriers to entry. For another, everyone looked elegant on horseback, and as long as they didn't engage in strenuous activity, they had plenty of time to chat.
But as the times changed, more and more members of the Upper Class chose golf as their primary social sport.
In the eyes of many people, it increasingly became an "Upper Class sport" or an "aristocratic sport," and a large number of people even genuinely studied how to play good golf! To be honest, Conner had never cared whether he could make an eagle or a double eagle. Even if he made a birdie, he could brag about it to Lin Qi