Chapter Five: Let the Opponent Write the Rules

Lu waited eleven seconds and drove toward the apparently wrong side. One gust pushed the ball away from the fairway. As it passed the gap between two pillars, the next crosswind arrived and returned it to the center, rolling it onto the green. It was not a ricochet trick. It was a 340-yard drive that had traveled the wind's own artery. All twelve cameras held the shot without a missing frame. Lu reached the last hole two ahead. Tang removed his cap and ignored his manager's next signal. He attacked the flag on his own judgment and found sand. Lu made par and won by three. “Why did you stop using their wind chart?” Lu asked. Tang was silent for a long time. “After thirteen, I understood. It wasn't designed to help me win.