Chapter 472 Don't be nervous, relax your body

Zhang laughed as he took the 7-iron from the caddie and took the lead in standing on the tee box to adjust his posture. "Attorney Zhou, I've heard from friends in the industry that your golf skills are superb. Today I'll have to learn a lot from you."

Zhou Mubin calmly took his own cue, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he assumed a standard stance, with his shoulders slightly lowered and his arms straight.

The white golf ball was struck precisely by the clubhead, tracing a near-perfect parabola through the air with a soft thud, before landing steadily on the green three meters from the hole, just a step away from the flagstick.

Zhang Da's eyes lit up as he clapped and cheered. The two then started playing golf back and forth, exchanging tips on swing angles and power generation techniques.

Zhang Da even took out his phone to record Zhou Mubin's swing, his face full of a humble desire to learn.

Cui Xiao sat down in a nearby pavilion with a wide view, and had the caddy make her a cup of iced Blue Mountain coffee. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cool porcelain cup.

Her gaze seemed to be fixed on the boats on the distant lake, but her peripheral vision seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, always unconsciously drifting towards the figure in the service area.

Zhou Mubin's profile as he swings his club is exceptionally upright. His light gray suit is lifted by the mountain breeze, and the sunlight outlines the firm and smooth lines of his back. The bulging muscles in his forearms when he grips the club exude a sense of power.

These images overlapped with the image of a figure in her memory, wearing a white tracksuit and swinging a golf club steadily, causing her to unconsciously tighten her grip on the cup handle.

After the first round of 18 holes, Zhou Mubin took the towel handed to him by the caddie and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. His hair was damp with sweat and stuck to his full forehead, adding a touch of casual sexiness.

His gaze swept over the rest pavilion, and he turned to Zhang Da, saying "Excuse me for a moment," before picking up a specially chosen ladies' golf club and walking towards Cui Xiao.

It was a lightweight No. 3 wood, with a beige anti-slip strip wrapped around the handle, which was exactly the style she used to like back then. The wooden handle still retained the warmth of the sun.

"Vice President Cui, aren't you bored sitting here all the time? How about you give it a try?"

He gently handed the cue to Cui Xiao, his tone naturally familiar, without the slightest hint of workplace distance.

Cui Xiao's heart skipped a beat. She immediately looked away, pulled her hand back slightly, took a sip of her coffee to hide her panic, and tried to keep her tone calm, "No, I've never played before, so I won't embarrass myself."

Zhou Mubin paused slightly in his grip on the cue stick, a knowing smile flashing across his eyes.

Having known Cui Xiao for over a decade, no one knows his ball skills better than him.

But instead of exposing the obvious lie, he casually sat down on the wicker chair next to her, gently placed the club on the stone table between them, and tapped the grip with his fingertips. "It's alright, the basic movements are very simple, I'll teach you. You can master the stance and swing technique in ten minutes, just think of it as warming up your muscles."

As he spoke, the mountain breeze, carrying the scent of fresh grass, blew by, ruffling the wisps of hair on his forehead, and the gentle smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

Zhang Da, who had noticed the commotion, immediately came over and chimed in with a smile, "That's right, Vice President Cui, don't miss this great opportunity. Attorney Zhou is a rare and excellent coach. I just learned a few techniques for adjusting my posture from him, and my swing just now went more than ten meters further than before. Just think of it as a way to relax. Sitting all the time is bad for your cervical spine, so it's good to move around."

As he spoke, he gave Zhou Mubin a meaningful look.

Watching the two of them working together, Cui Xiao knew that if she refused again, it would be too embarrassing for President Zhang.

In particular, the cue stick that Zhou Mubin handed over was placed horizontally on the stone table, and the warmth of the wooden handle was transmitted through the air, like a silent urging.

She bit her lower lip, glanced at the curious looks from the other guests on the golf course in the distance, and finally took a deep breath, stood up and took the club. "Then... I'll have to trouble Attorney Zhou."

Zhou Mubin's smile deepened as he led her to a quieter practice area with fewer people.

He stood beside her patiently, his gaze falling on her stiff posture, his brows furrowing slightly. "First, adjust your posture. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lower your center of gravity slightly, and bend your knees slightly."

Seeing that she couldn't get it right no matter how many times she tried, he suddenly stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His movements were cautious and tentative, without any hint of offense.

Cui Xiao's body stiffened instantly, as if frozen in place, the faint sandalwood scent emanating from him lingering in her nostrils. It was so refreshing that it made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

"Don't be nervous, relax your body."

Zhou Mubin's voice rang in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation that made her involuntarily shrink her neck.

His left hand gently pressed against her waist and abdomen, the warmth of his palm passing through the thin silk shirt to help her steady her swaying center of gravity. His right hand gently covered her hand holding the golf club, his fingertips lightly caressing the back of her hand, adjusting the angle of her grip little by little.

"Relax your wrist a little more, yes, just like that... Use your waist to power the swing, not your arms." He guided her to slowly swing the club back, the warmth of his body passing through their pressed backs. Their shadows overlapped on the grass, forming an intimate silhouette, stretched long by the sunlight.

Cui Xiao could clearly feel the lines on his palm, the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and even smell the faint scent of laundry detergent at his collar.

She tried to back away, but his hand on her waist gently held her in place, the pressure just right, neither restricting her nor hindering her posture.

He could only stiffly follow his force and swing the club; the moment the club struck the ball, a crisp sound rang out.

She instinctively closed her eyes, but then she heard his low laughter, tinged with affection, "Very smart, you found the right point of leverage on the first try, much faster than I did back then."

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the white golf ball land steadily on the fairway twenty meters away, rolling a few times before stopping.

Zhou Mubin's arm was still gently wrapped around her waist. The two were so close that they could see the tiny grass clippings on his eyelashes, and the sunlight cast a faint shadow under his eyes through his eyelashes.

Cui Xiao immediately broke free as if burned, took a big step back, and hurriedly raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair, trying to hide the embarrassment on her face. "I, I'll try to hit it a few more times myself."

Seeing her reddened ears and flustered appearance, Zhou Mubin's smile deepened, but he wisely took two steps back, maintaining a polite distance, and only gave her soft guidance from the side, "Be careful not to shake your shoulders, and shift your weight with the direction of your swing."

Cui Xiao's hand holding the cue stick was still trembling slightly, and her heart was filled with regret.

If she had known this would happen, she would have preferred to openly admit that she could fight rather than tell that self-deceiving lie.

But now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to grit my teeth and keep swinging.