After inserting coins and selecting an option, Golf Balls crisscrossed with blue lines came clattering down into the basket, quickly filling it to the brim.
Hearing the rattling commotion, Mouri Ran walked over curiously to take a look.
She pinched a ball between two fingers and examined it in puzzlement. "These balls look awfully flashy. They don't seem quite the same as the ones on television."
Jiang Xia picked up one as well, casually tossing it in his hand as he inspected the thick blue lines printed on it. "The golf you see on television is usually more formal, so they use balls meant for the course. These with colored lines are practice balls prepared by the Driving Range."
Practice balls were cheaper than course balls. They usually bore eye-catching colored lines, as well as the Driving Range's logo.
The two types of balls were made differently. To extend their lifespan, practice balls generally had tougher shells and sturdier cores, which also made them harder to hit far.
Though there was a difference in performance, most guests came here to relax by hitting a few balls and did not care about such a minor flaw. Even if they did care, they could hardly lug a basket of official balls over themselves and pick them up one by one afterward. So everyone simply made do with them. After all, not everyone planned to play an actual match.
The high school students had a brief laugh over these not-white-enough Golf Balls, then moved on. They did not play golf often anyway, and regardless of what these things looked like, they were just ordinary balls to them.
But in the eyes of the FBI agents burdened with worries...
Listening to Jiang Xia say that "practice balls are sturdier, and sometimes heavier too,"