Across America, Starting with the Boxing Champion

Chapter 38 Friends and KO Emma Watson

 “10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!”

 “Yeah!”

 "Link wins the championship! Link is the champion!"

In the suite of the Kingston Resort Hotel in Orlando, golden retriever Robert Grint jumped up from the sofa, clenched his fists and waved vigorously, looked at 'Harry Potter' Daniel and said, "If I had known that the game would be so exciting, we should have Ask for leave to go see it on site.”

 “But we have to film today.” Daniel Radcliffe said with a shrug.

 “I know, I know, but I’m still a little sorry.”

Robert Grint fell down on the sofa, turned his head and looked at Daniel, "You seem a little unhappy, what's the matter?"

"Have it?"

Daniel said as he adjusted his glasses.

"There must be. Although I don't know magic, I can feel it. Is it because of Emma?"

Robert got up, stared at him and smiled, "Is it because Emma went to Miami and hasn't come back yet, are you worried about her?"

Daniel shook his head in denial.

 “No, don’t make random guesses.”

 “I didn’t make any random guesses.”

Robert chuckled, crossed his arms, and held his chin with one hand and said, "You like Emma, ​​right?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, she and I are just good friends."

Daniel hurriedly denied it.

Robert shook his head, "Daniel, you are too introverted and too well-behaved. If you like Emma, ​​you should confess to her earlier. Procrastination is not good.

But Emma looks like a lady, but is a little witch at heart. She likes those crazy, exciting, bad boys, and if you are too good, your confession may not be successful. "

Daniel lowered his head and said nothing.

Robert took out two cans of beer, opened them, and handed one to Daniel.

“Don’t be depressed. When I get back to London, I’ll introduce you to a real lady. She’s pretty, gentle, and speaks nicely. She’s much better than Emma. How about that?”

Robert smiled and bumped him with his shoulder.

Daniel raised his head, smiled, and touched him with his beer.

  —

 A plane returning late passed through the starry night sky and slowly landed in the brightly lit city of Miami, which never sleeps.

 On Miami Beach, there are few pedestrians at night.

There are only tall palm trees under the starry sky, spreading their lush branches and leaves towards the sky.

The boundless sea kept rolling up white waves, washing away the footprints left by humans on the shore during the day. Several crabs with claws and teeth were rolled to the shore by the waves, and they were spitting bubbles dizzily in the sand pit.

 Suddenly I saw two two-legged beasts walking towards me. Several small crabs immediately accelerated their speed, waving their pliers, and got deeper into the sand pit.

“My Baker’s shop is in front of you. If you like diving, I will take you there tomorrow.”

Link pointed to the small shop in front and said to the girl next to him.

The girl is petite, with long golden brown hair, and a pair of dark brown eyes under the long eyelashes. She looks at everything in front of her critically. Under the tip of her straight nose, her pink lips are slightly pursed, making her look a bit stubborn and willful. .

She was holding black square-mouthed leather shoes in her hand, and holding up the hem of her blue skirt, revealing her fair and round calves. A pair of slender feet gently stepped on the white sand, and her toes were pointed in the direction not far from the shore. 'Baker Diving Equipment Rental Shop'.

 The store is located about 700 to 800 meters away from the beach. It is a mobile home converted from a large truck compartment.

On the side facing the beach, there is a shell-shaped awning protruding forward, and a three-square-meter glass display window in which various diving equipment is hung.

 There are three pairs of tires under the carriage, which can be moved by a trailer.

　　The whole shop is painted with white latex paint, and there are many colorful graffiti painted on the walls, as well as orange lifebuoys issued by the Beach Authority, which is very Miami Beach style.

 “It looks pretty good, it would be better without the graffiti.”

Emma Watson looked at the store and said.

Link smiled. When Taylor said that the graffiti on the wall was the soul of the shop, he added a few strokes by the way, but Emma didn't think so.

 He opened the store door and the lights in the house, and invited Emma Watson into the house.

Link was a little surprised that Emma Watson came to Miami today to cheer him on. Although the two often chatted through MSN during this period, they were not very harmonious most of the time.

Emma Watson likes to criticize people and often uses an ‘expert’ tone to comment on his games.

For example, after today’s match, the first sentence I saw was ‘Link, you fought pretty well. Although there are still many areas for improvement, as an amateur boxer, your performance has been temporarily approved by me’.

Link just smiles most of the time and doesn't behave like a little girl.

The two can only be regarded as netizens who have met and chatted well, but she came to the competition site and was much more reliable than Taylor.

 After Emma arrived, Link took her to the first half of today's celebration party held at the Pink Lover Bar.

The two of them walked out in the second half, riding motorcycles through the bustling streets of Miami, and strolled on the quiet and quiet beach for more than 20 minutes before returning to the small shop.

 “Does Emma want to take a bath?”

Link came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and wiped his hair with a towel.

Emma straightened her body and sat on the sofa. An unknown variety show was playing on the TV.

Hearing his question, Emma turned around and looked at him quietly, her eyes bright, as if she was doing a CT scan on him to check his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys.

Link shrugged and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else. The air in Miami is hot and humid, and you will easily sweat after walking for a long time. If you take a shower, I will find my clothes for you to change into. It will make you feel more comfortable when you sleep at night."

Emma looked at him and blinked, "Okay!"

Link smiled softly and returned to the bedroom to find a set of pure cotton sports T-shirts and shorts. He took them to the small living room and saw that her feet were covered with fine sand, so he found another pair of slippers. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

Link smiled and took her to the bathroom, a small cubicle with only a shower head. He closed the door and heard the sound of gurgling water coming from the bathroom, which seemed a bit ambiguous in the quiet cabin.

Link took the phone and walked outside the store to call Taylor. They had just held a party at the bar. When he received Taylor's call, he hung up after only a few words of conversation. Many words were not explained clearly.

He called him again, and Taylor quickly picked up the phone and asked him what he was doing and whether the party was over. He continued to apologize, saying that he had received a temporary job, a very important job, and it took away time. He hoped that he would forgive him.

Of course Link forgave her. The two of them were just ordinary friends who had met a few times, had a few meals, and crossed the road once. Ordinary friends were not able to come to watch the game because they had something to do. It was not a big deal. I felt that Just fine.

Link doesn’t have high demands on her, and he won’t blame her or get angry because of her breach of trust.

Taylor promised on the phone that next time he plays a game, she will definitely go to the scene to cheer him on. If she fails to do so, she will be allowed to grow another five centimeters.

Link was a little surprised. Taylor is 180 centimeters tall. When she was a child, she had low self-esteem because of her height, and developed the habit of hunching her breasts. It was not until she became a singer and received training from a body stylist that she slowly corrected herself and became a tall beauty.

Now she actually used the fact that she was five centimeters taller as a guarantee, which seemed too sincere and made it difficult for him to define the relationship between the two.

 After talking on the phone for more than ten minutes, I returned to the small living room.

 Emma sat quietly on the sofa, wearing his white T-shirt with red letters. His T-shirt was too loose for her 165 figure, and the hem hung to her knees, like a dress.

Hair is wet and spread on the shoulders, with water droplets dripping from the ends of the hair, and there are some mottled wet stains on the back of the white T-shirt.

The oval face became more delicate and pink after taking a bath, but it still had no expression.

 “Sorry, I don’t have a blow dryer here.”

Link took out a new, dry towel and asked her to dry her hair.

 “Who did you call just now?”

Emma took the towel and asked.

“A friend, she originally said she would come over to cheer me up, but she was busy with work at the last minute and couldn’t divert her time, so she called me to apologize.”

"girlfriend?"

 “No, ordinary friends.”

Emma wiped her hair with a towel, and her golden brown hair became more fluffy.

It’s just that the T-shirt she was wearing was too loose. When she raised her arms to wipe her hair, a touch of pink penetrated the sleeves and hit Link’s eyes. Link’s heart skipped a beat.

　　He swept his hair. The short hair he had just washed was dried by the wind unknowingly and became hard and straight. He went to the bedroom, took out a blanket from the cabinet and went to the small living room.

“I’ve tidied up the bedroom. You can sleep in the bedroom and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Link said as he put down the blanket.

Emma looked at him and blinked, put the towel on the sofa, stood up, dragged his big slippers, and walked back to the bedroom.

 “Good night Emma!”

Link turned off the light in the living room, lay on the sofa, and yawned.

 After a tiring day, I felt a wave of sleepiness sweeping over me after lying down, and I fell asleep without thinking about anything.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he was awakened by a shaking. When he opened his eyes, Emma looked down at him from above his head. He was only wearing the loose T-shirt. The sight of the shaking made Link's hair stiffen. .

 “What’s wrong Emma?”

Link asked as he sat up, the blanket sliding off his chest, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles.

 “You slept on the floor.”

Emma pointed to the sofa next to her and said.

 “Oh, thank you for waking me up.”

Link rubbed his forehead and got up from the ground with a blanket.

"You're welcome."

Emma bit her lower lip, walked to the bedroom door and said, "The bed in the bedroom is relatively large and can sleep two people."

Link looked at the open door of the bedroom, smiled softly, and walked into the bedroom holding the blanket.

Emma was already lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her body covered with a thin wool blanket, her chest rising and falling.

Link turned off the light and lay down on the bed, hearing the breathing and heartbeat next to him gradually becoming faster.

Link picked up the blanket from Emma and covered himself with it.

 “Don’t move.”

Emma said with her eyes closed.

Link smiled softly, lying on the bed and looking at the roof.

　　After a good sleep, he became more energetic. The night was dark outside the window, the sea water gently lapped the sand bar on the shore, and the occasional passing car only brought a gust of wind. It was obviously a long night.

When the breathing around her gradually became calmer, Link stretched out his arm and put it on her body.

The girl still had her eyes closed, her breathing became rapid again, and her heartbeat was beating against his arm.

Link took her into his arms and kissed her gently.

The girl suddenly opened her dark brown eyes, pushed him, and wrapped her hands around his neck.

 The lights on the roof went out.

　　Starlight invaded the bedroom through the window, and they were lovers bathed in starlight.

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 (End of this chapter)