Chapter 17 Emma Watson

"Hey Robert, Daniel, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

In the Gyro Greek Grill restaurant in downtown Orlando, 18-year-old Emma Watson waved to her two friends opposite her with a cold face.

"Emma, what did you say?"

Daniel Radcliffe retracted his gaze, adjusted his round glasses and asked, while the golden retriever Robert Grint on the side was still staring at the TV on the counter behind him, paying no attention to Emma Watson at all.

Emma Watson glared at the two of them. They were recently filming "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" at Universal Studios in Orlando. The filming for the past two days was not going well. She originally wanted to chat with the two about tomorrow's scene. But the two guys only listened to a few words, then ignored her presence and stared straight at the TV behind her.

“Are beauty pageants that good to watch?”

Emma Watson pursed her lips and looked at the two of them with disdain. Dirty men only like to look at bikinis.

"It's not a beauty pageant, it's a boxing match. The U.S. Golden Gloves Championship is held in Orlando. This is the final." Daniel Radcliffe pointed at the TV and said.

Emma Watson looked back and saw a handsome boxer with short black hair, blue eyes, waving a red fist, and knocked his opponent to the ground with one punch. His opponent lay on the ground for ten seconds. Can't get up.

"Wow! That's amazing. That boxer named Link is so powerful!"

Robert Grint raised his fists and shouted excitedly.

"It's really powerful. His reaction speed is very fast. He can stand there and let the opponent hit him, but the opponent can't hit him."

Daniel Radcliffe nodded.

Emma frowned and curled her lips disapprovingly: "Now all the powerful boxers are in the UK. If you want to watch, you can go back to London to watch. What's the point of an amateur boxer's match?"

Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly and did not refute her words.

Golden Retriever Robert Grint said: "The United States also has powerful boxers, Holyfield, Mayweather, Roy Jones Jr., and this boxer named Link is also very powerful. His match was broadcast on the Orlando Sports Channel just now. In the clip, he can win every game by KO. This is an amateur match. The opponent wears protective gear. He can actually beat the opponent to the point where he cannot get up for ten seconds. It is too powerful. Lewis may not be able to do it. I bet , he will definitely become a boxing champion in the future.”

"So what, boxers are violent, show off their wealth, fight, sexually assault, promote violence and instigate young people to fight. I think this sport should be banned worldwide."

Emma Watson said with a sullen face and a soft pink mouth.

Robert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe looked at each other and shook their heads. Women are terrible when they get angry. They canceled boxing as soon as they opened their mouths.

"Link! Tell me how to practice that move. I'll pay for it today."

The three of them were chatting when three boys came in from the door. The leader was a handsome boy with a slender and strong body, followed closely by a tall and thin blond boy, and the last one was a ferocious-looking boy with a fat body. fat man.

The three of them were all wearing sportswear, their arms were bulging with muscles, and they were walking very fast, like a gust of wind blowing by.

"Hey, he looks a lot like that boxer on TV named Link."

Robert looked back at the TV and then at the leading boy. It was indeed the same person, "I'm going to get his autograph."

"Robert, is there something wrong with your brain? We are the stars, okay?"

Emma said, tugging on his clothes.

"Can't celebrities chase stars? Oops, I forgot my pen. Emma, can I borrow yours?"

Robert asked looking at the script Emma put on the table.

"no!"

Emma Watson refused coldly.

Robert rolled his eyes, got up and went to the counter to find paper and pen.

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"Don't ask, you can't learn."

At the table, Link finished ordering, handed the menu to the waiter and said.

"You didn't tell us how you know if we can learn it or not. Come on, tell us. Come on, tell us."

Mario urged, patting the table.

Reggie nodded expectantly.

Link drank the black tea and said with a smile: "To learn my trick, you need to have faster reaction ability. Have you ever teased a cat? You put your face in front of the cat, stare into its eyes, and flick its forehead with your fingers. , you will find that when you flick it, its claws have slapped your face."

"So simple?"

Mario asked, scratching his face.

"Simple?"

Link glanced at him. Do you think it's easy to react at the speed of a cat? Thinking that he has a simple mind and thinks about problems easily, Link doesn't bother to blame him for speaking out.

"Hi, are you Mr. Link Baker?"

A voice with a London accent came from the side.

Before Link could turn around, he saw Mario standing up abruptly, his fat belly almost knocking over the dining table. Mario stretched out his hands from a distance on the table and said in surprise: "Are you Ron the Golden Retriever? Are you really Golden Retriever Ron? I grew up watching your movies. Can you sign your name for me?"

Link turned around and saw the golden retriever Ron Weasley, one of the Iron Triangle of the "Harry Potter" movie series, whose real name is Robert Grint, being shaken vigorously by Mario. It was so big that it made Robert's mouth twitch.

Link slapped Mario's hand away and invited Robert Grint to sit down and chat. He had seen the first three Harry Potter movies and was familiar with the actor.

Robert Grint told him that they were filming Harry Potter at Universal Studios Orlando and saw his boxing match on TV today. He thought he was great and wanted to get his autograph.

Link certainly wouldn't refuse to give the big star an autograph and politely exchanged phone numbers.

"Wow, is that Hermione? I like Hermione the most. I want her autograph."

Mario took the autograph book to Emma Watson for an autograph.

Link saw Emma Watson and Mr. Harry Potter were there too and went over to say hello.

When he was about to leave, Emma Watson shouted crisply: "Hey, Mr. Link Baker, I want to ask, as a boxer, what do you think the meaning of boxing is besides promoting violence? I mean the positive meaning."

Emma Watson wore a Chanel printed lotus-colored dress, with loose golden curly hair, a slender platinum necklace on her delicate collarbone, a delicate and pretty face, and the elegance and intellectuality of an English woman. She looked good and had a good temperament, like a little lady.

But the words spoken from her pink lips were like a knife, making people want to cover her mouth and stop her from talking nonsense.

"Emma, you are so rude." Robert Grete reminded.

Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly at Link, "Mr. Baker, Emma is in a bad mood today, not against you, please don't blame her for being rude."

Emma Watson frowned and asked with a smile, "So Mr. Baker, you don't know the positive significance of boxing?"

Link smiled lightly and thought this little girl was quite interesting. He sat down opposite Emma, stared into her eyes and said, "Miss Watson, it's not that I can't answer this question, but I think this question is too naive, and it's hard to believe that you asked it."

"What? You dare to say I'm naive?" Emma Watson clenched her little fist and stared at him angrily, as if she wanted to compete with him in boxing. She snorted coldly, "OK, then tell me, where is my question naive?"

Link raised a finger and said, "I think boxing should be the greatest sport in the world, no one else."

"Humph!" Emma Watson wrinkled her delicate nose in disdain.

Link didn't care. "First of all, it represents a spirit. If you know about boxing, you should know that it has a competition called the Boxing Champion Challenge. Ordinary boxers can challenge the world boxing champion. He knows that the world boxing champion is powerful, but he still dares to challenge. He will not retreat even if he is beaten to death or disabled. What kind of spirit is this?"

"Brave!" said Daniel Radcliffe.

"Fearless!" Robert said excitedly.

"This is unyielding, this is against power, this is the weak who are unwilling to be enslaved, and they swing their fearless iron fists at the strong. This is the greatest spirit of mankind." Mario raised his head and chest, clenched his fists and roared.

Emma Watson blinked and snorted: "Billiards, tennis, golf, you can also challenge the champion."

"Can it be the same? A group of people bullying a ball? Can it be compared with boxing?" Mario retorted with a big nose.

Link waved his hand and smiled, "Boxing is also a kind of civilization. Since the 19th century, white supremacy culture has been popular all over the world. Blacks, yellow people, and Mexicans are discriminated against in the United States. Boxing champions Joe Louis, Muhammad Ali, and Bruce Lee defeated white boxing champions in the ring, broke racial discrimination, and were regarded as heroes by people of color. Boxing is also a sport that promotes racial equality, embodies social fairness and justice, and modern civilization. What do you think is its positive significance?"

Emma Watson blinked, feeling that she seemed to have said something wrong.

Link raised another finger and smiled, "Third, boxing is also a kind of culture."

"Enough!"

Emma Watson grabbed his hand, blinked her eyelashes, and said weakly, "Dear Mr. Link Baker, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Boxing is very meaningful. My idea is too naive. I apologize to you."

"OK!"

Link smiled lightly, "It's good to know that you are wrong. You are still young and a little magician. I won't bother with you."

Hahaha!

Several men at the table laughed.

"Hmph!"

Emma Watson glared at him, her blue-green eyes turned, and she smacked her lips and said, "Link, Muhammad Ali fights for fairness and equality, what do you fight for?"

"To make money!"

"To make money?"

Several people looked at him in surprise. Just now he was energetic when he opened his mouth and civilized when he closed his mouth. Now he said that he fights to make money. The gap is too big.

Emma Watson opened her mouth. She was originally digging a hole here. No matter what Link said, she would say Link was hypocritical, but Link spoke the truth as soon as he opened his mouth, leaving her no room for traps. This bastard reacted quickly.

"Is the goal of making money vulgar?"

Link smiled and looked at several people.

"No, no, no! Of course not!"

Mario, Robert, Daniel, and Reggie all shook their heads. The work they are doing now is also to make money.

Link looked at the beautiful Emma Watson and smiled, "Miss Emma, do you have any other questions?"

Emma Watson rolled her eyes, "No, I hope you will become a billionaire soon."

"Thank you! Miss Emma, I'm your fan, can you sign for me?"

Link smiled and pushed the pen and notebook in front of her.

"You are my fan? Are you sure?"

Emma Watson didn't believe it. This guy contradicted his idol as soon as he met her, making her embarrassed. Is this what a fan should do?

"Really!"

Link laughed.