Across America, Starting with the Boxing Champion

 Chapter 39 Connection and Ridiculous Night

“On June 13, 2008, the Golden Gloves National Championship, jointly organized by the Golden Gloves Boxing Committee and the Amateur Boxing Association, came to an end at the American Airlines Center Arena in Miami.

 There are many good boxers in this championship.

There are heavyweight Golden Gloves champion Deontay Wilder and light heavyweight champion Andy Ruiz Jr.

Light heavyweight champion Joe Smith Jr., middleweight champion George Groves and so on.

 However, in this championship, the boxer that attracts the most attention is undoubtedly Miami boy Link Baker.

 Since the regional competition, he has won the attention of boxing fans by completely KOing his opponents.

By the division stage, he had a total of 14 fights, 14 wins, and 14 KOs against his opponents. In an unprecedented way, he advanced to the finals and attracted numerous interviews and reports from the media.

 He was also rated as one of the most anticipated rookies of the year by "The Ring", the boxing magazine with the largest circulation.

In the finals, he successively KOed Ironman Morales, Mantis player Andrzej, and amateur boxing championship champion Andre Berto. In a way that surprised everyone, he won the super middleweight championship. Championship trophy.

 At 6 pm that day, the cable TV channel HBO broadcast the live action of the super middleweight contest.

According to Nielsen statistics, the highest viewership rating of this broadcast reached 10.28 million households, making it the highest-rated program in the same period.

Link's powerful fighting style in the boxing ring, his violent attacks, super-destructive punches, and amazing physical strength all left a deep impression on the audience.

 Almost overnight, Link exploded into popularity across the United States.

This kind of explosion is not only on the Internet, but also in the media and among ordinary people. Many people know that there is a boxer in the boxing world who is handsome in appearance, extremely skilled in boxing, and has extremely hard fists. His name is Link Baker.

As he became popular, the media also dug out his past news and re-reported it. The first one to bear the brunt was the "fake boxing incident".

 Link won the Golden Gloves Amateur Championship with 17 wins and 17 KOs in 17 fights. This is an unprecedented new record.

Before him, no one had ever won an amateur boxing match with a total KO, including the famous bronze bomber Joe Louis, the undefeated boxing champion Rocky Marciano, and the heavy boxing king Mike Tyson. Wait, they can't do it.

 But a boxer who was only 20 years old and had only been practicing boxing for three years did it.

This record is so amazing that it has aroused doubts from many people, including boxing champion Roy Jones Jr., Bernard Hopkins, Chris Bird, Hashim Rahman, James Toney, Giant Varu Yev wait.

They openly questioned Link’s competition results, suspecting that his results of entering the finals with all KOs were fraudulent.

However, what was even more surprising was Link's answer.

On the day of the match, Link challenged all the boxing champions and boxing stars who questioned him in front of dozens of media reporters.

He told reporters that as long as these boxers can last three rounds in his hands, he will lose. He also openly provoked Roy Jones Jr., and if Roy Jones Jr. can last one round in his hands, he will lose. .

Link's tough remarks were reported by major media outlets after he became famous, causing quite a stir in the North American boxing community.

 Some people criticize him for being too arrogant and likes to gain attention in this way.

There are also many people who support him, thinking that he has personality, courage, and dares to challenge everything.

Whether it is criticism or praise, Link Baker, a boxing newcomer who has just debuted for less than a month, has become famous in the United States almost overnight and has become one of the brightest rookies among the new generation of boxers. "

—Reprinted from the Miami Herald sports section headlines.

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When Emma Watson woke up from her room, the starlight had already dispersed, and the bright sunshine of Miami at noon had already penetrated the blue curtains and invaded this small, small, but extremely warm and comfortable room.

Light blue curtains, light blue wall coating, the floor was covered with a cashmere carpet of the same color as the beach outside, soft, white and delicate, and the soft little bed under her body was like a small boat, quietly moored on the beach.

Emma put the back of her hand to her forehead, her head was still a little dizzy, and what made her even more dizzy was the dream from last night.

Thinking of what happened last night, she couldn't help biting the corner of the blanket, and her delicate cheeks became crimson and hot.

Last night she had a very scary dream, in which she was sitting on the 'small boat' beneath her, sailing in the rough sea.

The weather gradually changed, with strong winds and heavy rain, hurricanes and lightning, which hit the boat under me again and again. I don’t know how long the storm lasted, and the boat was almost destroyed several times.

"asshole!"

Emma huddled up under the blanket and punched the empty pillow beside her in shame, treating the innocent pillow as Mr. Storm last night.

 I breathed into the pillow for a while and felt much more comfortable.

Emma pulled the blanket to cover her chest, and slowly sat up from the crib. Her thin eyebrows slightly frowned, and with a hint of unspeakable pain, Emma cursed a few more 'savage bastards'.

 “Link? Link?”

Emma leaned against the pillow and shouted in a hoarse voice.

No one answered outside. Emma threw the pillow on the carpet angrily and cursed an asshole.

Jingle Bell!

 The cell phone on the bedside rang. It was her cell phone.

Emma sighed and reached for her phone. The caller ID was her aunt Irene, who was also her agent.

There are still more than ten missed calls on the phone, including those from my aunt, Daniel, Robert, and the director of "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" David Yates.

Emma suddenly remembered that she was still an actor and had a few scenes to shoot today. She was planning to go back after watching the game yesterday, but for some unknown reason, when Link invited her, she agreed without hesitation. Come down.

 “It’s all Link’s fault!”

Emma took a deep breath, answered her aunt's call, and carefully said good morning.

"Emma, ​​it's noon now, what's wrong with your voice?" Aunt Irene's serious and rigid voice came from the phone.

 “Aunt, I’m fine.”

Emma said carefully while holding her throat.

"Where are you? There are two filmings today. Have you forgotten?"

"I'm in Miami, I didn't forget, I just..." Emma saw a few clear red finger prints on her fair calf, and she bit her lower lip tightly, "Aunt, I'm hurt."

"Are you injured? Where is the injury? Is it okay? Have you gone to the hospital to see a doctor? Which hospital are you in? I'll be right over."

 Aunt Irene's voice came out of the phone like a barrage of cannons.

Emma was taken aback. If her aunt came over and saw her like this, she would definitely reveal her secret. She quickly said, "Aunt, you don't need to come over. It's just a small injury. Yesterday. There were too many people at the boxing match yesterday, and I was not careful. It’s my ankle, it’s not a big problem, I just need to rest for two days.”

 “Is there really no problem?”

"real."

Emma saw the fingerprints on her calf. They should disappear in two days, right?

 Asshole Link!

 “Then where are you now? Is there anyone taking care of you?”

 “Yes, a friend’s house, a good friend.”

Emma suddenly saw the dress hanging on the bedside. Yesterday at the party, the hem of the dress was accidentally stained by cake. There was a stain on the hem. Now it has been washed clean and exudes the fragrance of laundry detergent, which is citrus and... Link's scent is the same.

Emma couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "He's pretty good to me."

"He? Friends of the opposite sex? When did you have friends of the opposite **** in Miami? Emma, ​​you didn't report it to me." There was some dissatisfaction in Aunt Irene's voice.

 “They are two friends, a man and a woman, they are lovers.”

Emma stuck out her tongue, feeling that she was getting better and better at lying.

I chatted with my aunt for more than ten minutes before I calmed my nervous aunt and gave up her idea of ​​coming to Miami.

Emma rubbed her hair and called director David Yates again, apologizing to the director and crew, and promised to make it to the Orlando crew on time tomorrow and not cause any trouble to the crew.

　　The director asked her to have a good rest and come back after recovering from her injuries.

Seeing Daniel and Robert's phone calls, she thought about it and sent two messages to tell them that she was fine.

After a while, Daniel sent five messages in succession, asking her how she was doing. He said that her aunt told her that her foot was injured, and asked her if it was serious and if it hurt. At which hospital he and Robert wanted to visit her.

Emma rolled her eyes, replied directly, "It's okay," and put down the phone.

“Haha, Link, you are a boxer. I can’t believe that your diving skills are better.”

“I am a professional diver and an amateur boxer, and boxing is only part-time.”

 “Haha, Link, you are so funny.”

There was the sound of two men talking outside. Emma got up wrapped in a blanket and walked to the window. She opened the curtains a little. The sun poured in from the window instantly. On the blue sea and the white beach, two people wearing black diving suits were seen. The man came over here carrying diving equipment, talking and laughing.

In front of him is a middle-aged man wearing a wig. I wonder if he forgot to take off his wig when he went into the water. At this time, the wig is wet and covers the top of his head, like a pile of wet bird's nests.

The guy in the back is a bastard. He is wearing a close-fitting diving suit. His strong muscles are all highlighted. His thighs are long, strong and strong. On his handsome and angular face, there is a smile brighter than the Miami sun and white teeth. , and those bright blue eyes, which are deeper and more charming than the sea outside the window.

Emma clutched her thumping chest and stared at the man closely. She found a very suitable excuse for last night's madness. This **** was too **** and charming, too powerful and cruel. She was just a little girl and failed to fight. Only then was he forced to accept what happened next.

 That’s it, that’s right.

Emma nodded her chin.

Hearing the sound of unlocking at the door of the store, she immediately walked back to bed, covered herself with a blanket, turned her back to the door, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open, and it was Link who walked in, smelling of sunshine.

 “Emma! Emma!”

Emma closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless, like a princess who had just eaten a poisoned apple.

"Emma, ​​I brought you breakfast. I don't know what you like to eat. There is ham pizza, Cuban sandwiches, fruit salad, ice cream, and freshly squeezed orange juice. If these don't suit your appetite, tell me what you want to eat. "

“The man outside is named Simmons. He is a reporter from the Miami Herald. He wants to interview me, which will take about half an hour.”

“Also, your cell phone rang several times in the morning. You were sleeping and I didn’t wake you up. Remember to call back when you wake up. Don’t let them worry about you.”

 After saying that, Link went out and the door was gently closed.

Emma opened her brown eyes, blinked, and hummed softly, I was obviously sleeping, who was awake? It’s so verbose to say so much to the air!

Suddenly she saw the pillow she had thrown away returned to the bed. Emma's face turned hot. Knowing that she had failed in pretending to sleep, she kicked the pillow down again angrily.

 There is a folding table next to the bed, with several delicious foods and fresh fruits placed on it.

Emma heard her stomach growling. She sat up again and started to enjoy her breakfast. Then she heard the conversation between Link and the man in the wig coming from outside. She didn't expect that he was still a reporter.

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 (End of this chapter)