Crack-
Qiu Chengye turned to stone, staring stiffly at the patch of turf that had been gouged out and sent flying.
A semicircular hole had appeared in the beautiful lawn he took such pride in.
Meanwhile, the golf ball remained perfectly unharmed in its original spot.
[Wait, Old Xie?]
[What kind of person sends the turf flying while playing golf? Did Sister Xie take strength pills?]
[That's our Teacher Xie, strong as an ox.]
"No wonder it didn't fly. You didn't hit the ball at all."
Lai Bingxuan came over, glanced at the hole in the ground, then at Qiu Chengye's expression. "Qiu Chengye, you wouldn't mind a little thing like this, right?"
Before Qiu Chengye could speak, Yu Jinche chimed in with an obedient smile.
"Of course not. Teacher Qiu just told us to do whatever we liked."
Xiao Jingxi had also had enough of Qiu Chengye's nonstop showing off earlier. Seeing an opening, he spared no effort in twisting the knife.
"I'm sure Mr. Qiu isn't that petty."
After that barrage of combo attacks, Qiu Chengye couldn't say anything even if he wanted to.
He had talked such a big game earlier. If he started nitpicking over a patch of lawn now, wouldn't he be making a fool of himself?
So when Xie Mi said with complete sincerity, "How about I pay you for it?"
He could only grit his teeth and force a smile. "Do you think I'd mind something so trivial? It's just a patch of lawn. It's nothing."
[Really? I don't believe you.]
[I think Bro Mimi is going to regret saying that very soon.]
[Bro Mimi, haven't you learned yet? Watch your words! Watch your words!]
Whack!
Lai Bingxuan mustered every ounce of strength, closed her eyes, and swung the club down hard.
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