Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 546 - 390: Wei Jia Calls

"President Huang, do you need to arrange for a professional coach?" the manager asked humbly.

Huang Qin gently shook her head, her gaze shifting to Li Jing, a confident smile tugging at her lips:

"I'll teach President Li myself. Surely, President Li won't mind if my teaching isn't professional enough, right?"

Li Jing raised an eyebrow, a smile in his voice: "With President Huang personally guiding me, I might have to pretend to learn slowly, just to spend more time with President Huang."

The manager standing by, noticing their tone, nodded tactfully: "Then you two carry on practicing. I'll bring over a fruit platter and specially brewed tea shortly. Feel free to ask if you need anything."

After the manager left, Huang Qin's gaze returned to Li Jing's smoothly contoured muscles, and she couldn't help but speak up: "President Li, you normally look quite slender, but I didn't expect..."

She paused, a hint of admiration in her eyes, "This physique isn't something you get from casual workouts. I know quite a few fitness enthusiasts, and your build and proportions are of a professional level."

Li Jing smiled openly: "It's just from sticking to a routine with friends. But President Huang, your figure is truly stunning. Among the women I know, you're definitely outstanding."

Huang Qin's ears turned slightly red, but she quickly regained her composure, chuckling: "No wonder that girl Shi Yang has been conquered by you. President Li's charm is stronger than I imagined."

With playful banter, the two walked towards the equipment area.

Huang Qin skillfully selected a number 7 iron club, her movements smooth and fluid, clearly familiar with the equipment here.

She handed the club to Li Jing, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his palm: "Beginners should start with the number 7 club as it's more forgiving and suitable for practicing basic movements."

As she spoke, she took a golf ball from the box and demonstrated inserting a tee into the turf, her actions as precise as a professional golfer in a training video.

Clearly, Huang Qin wasn't a stranger to these pastimes of the wealthy.

"Note that the tee height should leave one-third of the ball above ground to ensure optimal contact between the clubface and the ball when hitting."

Li Jing, having some interest in golf, earnestly learned every detail of the movements. Seeing this, Huang Qin moved behind him, adjusting his grip:

"Hands in a V shape, left thumb pointing at right eye, right pinky locked between the left index and middle fingers. This is called the 'interlocking grip', which increases shot stability."

Her voice, warm and close, brushed past his ear, and while Li Jing clearly sensed her professional and meticulous demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a bit off-kilter from her soft presence behind him.

"When preparing to hit, keep your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and weight centered on the balls of your feet."

Huang Qin used the club to lightly tap Li Jing's ankle, indicating he should adjust his stance, "Remember, golf isn't about brute force. It's about using your body rotation to drive your arms and leverage clubhead speed. Come, try some practice swings to get a feel for it."

Following her guidance, Li Jing slowly swung the club, with Huang Qin watching his movements closely, correcting him as needed:

"Let your shoulders drop a bit more, rotate your waist further, keep your head steady, eyes fixed on the target ball..."

Under Huang Qin's attentive guidance, Li Jing gradually went from stiff swings to mastering the rhythm and strength.

When he successfully hit the ball several yards away for the first time, Huang Qin's eyes revealed a satisfied smile:

"Not bad, the control of the clubface angle at impact is excellent. Remember, this is the 'sweet spot'—where the center of the club strikes the ball, minimizing energy loss to the greatest extent."

She picked up a rangefinder to check the data, speaking with the precision of a professional coach, "Distance of 82 yards, slightly to the right. Pay attention to the wrist flip angle on your next swing."

As practice progressed, Li Jing gradually immersed himself in the unique allure of golf.

Meanwhile, Huang Qin not only imparted skills but also explained golf etiquette and strategy:

"On the green, when putting, avoid others' putting lines; after hitting out of a bunker, it's essential to smooth the sand... these details are the essence of golf."

As teacher and student, time quietly slipped away amidst concentration and exchange...

In the distance, the electronic screen continuously refreshed Li Jing's shot data under Huang Qin's guidance.

Hai Province's winter sun gently bathed the golf range, the air filled with a unique humid fragrance and the scent of fresh grass.

Li Jing gripped the club, a slight twist of the wrist, and the 17th golf ball shot forward like an arrow, slicing through the warm air toward the distant hole.

Huang Qin tossed her glove casually onto the golf bag, taking off her visor to fan herself: "President Li, it's been nearly half an hour. How about a break?"

Li Jing nodded, halting his movements and leaning the club against the golf bag, while Huang Qin gestured for a waiter.

Soon, a silver cart arrived at the rest area laden with cool drinks and a fruit platter.

Li Jing had just sunk into the wicker lounge chair when his phone started vibrating in his sweatpants pocket.

The name "Wei Jia" flickered on the screen under the sunlight. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, he wiped the thin sweat off his palm with his thumb and pressed the answer button.

The voice from the receiver, cold, stood in stark contrast to the warm and humid air of Hai Province:

"I thought you'd been having too much fun in Hai Province to bother answering calls."

The familiar cool tone carried an almost imperceptible tremor at the end, as Li Jing stood up and strolled over to the practice range fence.

"With President Wei calling personally, how could I dare neglect? Though lately, I've been so busy that my feet barely touch the ground; otherwise, I would've reported my whereabouts to President Wei earlier."

The sound of pages turning came through the phone: "Stop with the sweet talk. Gone a month without a word; you've surely been sidetracked by some young lady, haven't you?"