Chapter 2: One Step Away from Boxing Champion

"Come on Link! His nose is injured, attack his nose!"

"Link, you are going to win, hold on!"

"Link, get up quickly, damn, that's a million, stand up and there's a million!"

"Link----"

Link opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight from the bed, took a few deep breaths, suppressed the pounding heart in his chest, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

He was dreaming again.

I dreamed that I was participating in a cage fight in an underground casino on the border of Myanmar and Thailand, competing for a reward of one million US dollars, and was beaten to death in the finals.

In the days after time travel, he often dreamed about the past at night, dreaming that before he graduated from high school, he followed his uncle to work as a miner in a private iron mine in Xishan, pushing a dump truck full of ore out every day.

The exit passage was on a slope, and he had to hold his breath and grit his teeth and rush upward every time to push the car weighing several hundred kilograms out of the mine.

I ran back and forth seventy or eighty times a day. Every time I left work, I was exhausted and lay in bed like a dead person.

He did this job for three consecutive years.

When he was eighteen years old, he was eating in a restaurant and encountered someone robbing him. He subconsciously punched the person until he vomited blood and broke three ribs.

At that time, his boxing coach Lao Liu was also having dinner in the hotel.

Seeing that he was strong and flexible, Lao Liu asked him if he would like to learn boxing.

Hearing that he had 3,000 yuan a month for living expenses, he resolutely agreed to Lao Liu's proposal, practiced boxing with Lao Liu, and participated in amateur competitions in China.

His amateur record was 12 wins in 12 fights. In the thirteenth game, he fought too hard and beat his opponent to death with one punch. Although it was manslaughter, he was sentenced to three years in prison.

This imprisonment had a huge impact on him. Not only did he lose the qualification to represent the country, he was also expelled from the provincial boxing team. He was also blacklisted by other boxing clubs. He could only follow Lao Liu to participate in underground boxing.

When he was 28 years old, someone on the Myanmar-Thailand border opened an unruled fighting competition, inviting fighting, wrestling, and boxing athletes from many countries to participate. The winner was awarded one million US dollars.

He followed Lao Liu to participate in the competition.

After six rounds of eliminations, he successfully reached the finals. However, the competition in underground casinos does not pay attention to the rules, there are endless tricks, and injuries will occur in every game.

In the last game, he was beaten to death on the stage due to a recurrence of an old injury.

After waking up, he lay in a Miami hospital and became an American named Link Baker.

Link Baker, twenty years old.

When he was fifteen years old, his father died in a street shootout and his mother remarried. Link Baker became a street gangster who sold goods, raced cars, stole, often got into fights, and was imprisoned many times.

There was a fight in the street more than half a month ago, and he was stabbed in the back with a dagger. He bled to death, and was later successfully taken over by Link.

This diving shop is the legacy of the predecessor’s grandfather. His grandfather was an old fisherman who couldn’t catch fish because he was too old, so he opened a diving shop on the beach.

After Link woke up, he took over the place and became a diver. Although he didn't make much money every day, his mood slowly improved as he looked at the sun, beach and sea, and all the discomfort caused by time travel slowly disappeared.

He is quite satisfied with his current life.

"Hey, welcome to Miami."

Link smiled at the mirror. The person in the mirror had short, crisp black hair, narrow double eyelids, and chiseled facial features, as handsome as a sculpture. His blue eyes were like the sea outside the window, deep, pure, and carrying A hint of melancholy.

This face and temperament have a slight resemblance to his previous life, which is something he is quite satisfied with.

After walking out of the bathroom, Link put on a red sportswear, wrapped two ten-pound iron sand bags around his waist, and went for a morning jog on the beach.

It was around four o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside. There were stars in the sky, and the crescent moon was like a hook. The sea in the distance looked calm under the night. There were only a few small islands above the water. They were dark, with swaying vegetation, like the bottom of the sea. The exposed skull of a giant beast.

Link walked along the promenade, starting from the diving shop, all the way north to the Palm Beach District Seaside Park, which was about fifteen kilometers.

I ate two pieces of ham pizza at Joisce Pizzeria and continued running back.

When passing the public pier, there was a pleasant sound of guitar tinkling in the wind, adding some elegance to the early morning seaside.

He ran past the pier and saw a girl in a blue dress, sitting on the mahogany deck, holding a guitar in her arms, one leg curled up, one calf hanging in the air, swaying casually, her calf wrapped in white gauze.

Her long blond hair was lifted by the sea breeze, revealing her fair and rosy face. It was Taylor Swift whom she met yesterday. She lives in the Hyatt Place Hotel in the Palm Beach area, not far from here.

"Hi, Link!"

The girl suddenly turned around and smiled at him.

"Hi!"

Link waved, slowed down and asked, "It's very windy here, why don't you go sit in the store?"

"OK!"

Taylor nodded, put down his guitar, and stood up slowly while holding on to the railing.

Link walked onto the dock and helped her carry the guitar case, one hand supporting her arm.

Back at the store, Link took a shower, changed into dry clothes, fried two steaks and two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice in the kitchen, and brought them to the door of the store.

Taylor sat on a beach chair, playing guitar with his calves on his back. There were manuscripts and pens on the table. He seemed to be writing a new song. Seeing him coming with food, Taylor put down the guitar and thanked him.

"Link, do you go for a morning run every day?"

Taylor looked at his strong and powerful arms. Even in a loose T-shirt, his chest and abdominal muscles were exposed. He was very sexy and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"Almost, except on rainy days."

"I practice guitar every day like you, but I prefer rainy days. I will be more inspired when I sit behind the window and watch the rain on rainy days."

Taylor curved his lips and gestured with a fork.

"Writing songs on rainy days? It sounds very romantic."

Link smiled and cut the steak into small pieces with a knife. He kept stuffing it into his mouth with a fork. It took only two minutes to put an 800-gram steak into his stomach.

After crossing, not only did his physical fitness double, but his appetite also doubled. He had to eat a lot of food at every meal to feel full. James scolded him for being a glutton.

By the time he finished, Taylor had only eaten half of the veal steak.

"I don't cook often, so the taste is average. You can leave some if you can't finish it."

Link looked at her plate and said.

"No! It's delicious."

Taylor shook her head, her golden ponytail swaying. She pointed at the sea and the beach and smiled slightly: "I just think it's very romantic. Sunrise, sea, white beach, palm trees, and having breakfast face to face with a handsome boy, it feels like in a movie."

Link smiled lightly. It sounds good, but he thinks the greatest romance for a man is to be in the boxing ring, using a fierce swinging punch to beat the opponent completely without resistance. That's called romance.