Chapter 39: Connection and a 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 in Miami.
Many excellent boxers appeared 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, etc.
However, the most eye-catching boxer in this championship is undoubtedly the Miami kid Link Baker.
He has attracted the attention of boxing fans by winning all the opponents by KO since the regional competition.
In the regional competition, he has accumulated 14 wins and 14 KOs in 14 games. In an unprecedented way, he has made it to the finals, attracting interviews and reports from many media.
He was also rated as one of the most anticipated rookies of the year by the largest boxing magazine "Ring".
In the finals, he successively KO Iron Man Morales, Mantis Hand Anderzej, and amateur boxing championship champion Andre Berto, winning the super middleweight championship trophy in a way that was beyond everyone's expectations.
At 6 pm that day, the cable TV channel HBO broadcast the live broadcast of the super middleweight competition.
According to Nielsen data, the highest ratings of this broadcast reached 10.28 million households, becoming the highest-rated program in the same period.
Link's powerful fighting style in the ring, violent offensive methods, super-destructive heavy punches, and amazing physical strength all left a very deep impression on the audience.
Almost overnight , Link became popular all over the United States.
This popularity is not only on the Internet, but also in the media and among ordinary people. Many people know that there is a handsome boxer with extremely superb boxing skills and hard fists in the boxing world. His name is Link Baker.
As he became popular, the media also dug up his previous news and re-reported it. The first thing to be reported was the "fake punch storm".
With 17 wins and 17 KOs in 17 fights, Link won the Golden Gloves Amateur Championship, which is an unprecedented new record.
Before him, no one had ever used all his strength in amateur boxing matches. Winning by KO, including the famous Bronze Bomber Joe Louis, the undefeated boxing champion Rocky Marciano, the heavy punching king Mike Tyson, etc., they all couldn't do it.
But a boxer who was only 20 years old and had only practiced boxing for three years did it.
This record was too amazing, so it also aroused doubts from many people, including boxing champion Roy Jones Jr., Bernard Hopkins, Chris Bird, Hashim Rahman, James Toney, Giant Valuev, etc.
They publicly questioned Link's game results and suspected that his results of entering the finals by KO were suspected of fraud.
However, what was even more amazing was Link's answer.
On the day of the game, Link challenged all the boxing champions and boxing stars who questioned him in front of dozens of media reporters.
He told the media reporters that as long as these boxers could last three rounds in his hands, he would lose, and he also publicly challenged Roy Jones Jr., saying that if Roy Jones Jr. could last one round in his hands, he would lose.
After Link became famous, his tough speech was reported by major media outlets and caused quite a stir in the North American boxing world.
Some people criticized him for being too arrogant and liking to use this method to gain attention.
Many people also supported him, believing that he had personality, was courageous, and dared to challenge everything.
Whether it was criticism or praise, Link Baker, a boxing rookie who had just debuted for less than a month, became famous in the United States almost overnight and became one of the most dazzling rookies among the new generation of boxers. ”
—— Reprinted from the headlines of the sports section of the Miami Herald.
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"Um~"
When Emma Watson woke up in the room, the stars had already dispersed, and the bright sunshine of Miami at noon had already penetrated the blue curtains and invaded this small, narrow, but extremely warm and comfortable room.
Light blue curtains, light blue wall coating, and cashmere carpets of the same color as the beach outside, the floor was covered with soft, white and delicate, and the soft bed under her was like a small boat, quietly anchored on the beach.
Emma touched her forehead with the back of her hand. She felt a little dizzy, and what made her even more dizzy was last night's dream.
Thinking of what happened last night, she couldn't help biting the edge of the blanket tightly, and her delicate cheeks became red and hot.
She had a very terrible dream last night. In the dream, she was sitting in this "small boat" under her, sailing in the rough sea.
The weather gradually changed, with strong winds and heavy rains, and hurricanes accompanied by lightning, hitting the small boat under her again and again. I don't know how long the storm lasted. There were several times when the boat was almost destroyed and people died.
"Asshole!"
Emma curled up under the blanket and pounded the empty pillow beside her in shame and anger, treating the innocent pillow as Mr. Storm last night.
After venting on the pillow for a while, she felt much more comfortable.
Emma pulled the blanket to cover her chest, slowly sat up from the small bed, frowned slightly, and with a trace of unspeakable pain, Emma cursed a few more "barbaric assholes".
"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 called him a bastard.
Ding-ling-ling!
The phone on the bedside table rang, it was her phone.
Emma sighed and reached out to pick up her phone. The caller ID showed that it was her aunt Irene, who was also her agent.
There were more than a dozen missed calls on the phone, including those from her aunt, Daniel, Robert, and David Yates, the director of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Emma suddenly remembered that she was still an actor and had several scenes to shoot today. She was going to go back after watching the game yesterday, but for some reason, when Link invited her, she agreed without hesitation.
"It's all Link's fault!"
Emma took a deep breath, answered her aunt's call, and said good morning carefully.
"Emma, it's noon now, what's wrong with your throat?"
Aunt Irene's serious and rigid voice came from the microphone.
"Aunt, I'm fine."
Emma pinched her throat and said carefully.
"Where are you? We have to shoot two scenes today. Did you forget?"
"I'm in Miami. I didn't forget. I just..." Emma saw several clear red fingerprints on her fair calf. She bit her lower lip tightly, "Aunt, I'm injured."
"Injured? Where is it? Is it serious? Have you been to the hospital to see a doctor? Which hospital are you in? I'll come right over."
Aunt Irene's voice popped out of the microphone like a string of cannonballs.
Emma was shocked. If her aunt came and saw her like this, she would definitely be exposed. She hurriedly said, "Aunt, you don't have to come. It's just a minor injury. There were too many people at the boxing match yesterday. I accidentally sprained my foot. It's not a big deal. I'll be fine after two days of rest."
"Really nothing?"
"Really."
Emma saw the fingerprints on her calf. They should disappear in two days, right?
Asshole Link!
"Where are you now? Is there anyone taking care of you?"
"Yes, at 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 accidentally touched the cake, and there was a stain on the hem. Now it has been washed clean and exudes the fragrance of laundry detergent, which is citrus, the same as Link's scent.
Emma couldn't help but curl her lips, "He treats me well."
"He? Friends of the opposite sex? When did you have friends of the opposite sex in Miami? Emma, you didn't report it to me." Aunt Irene's voice was a little dissatisfied.
"It's two friends, a man and a woman, they are... lovers."
Emma stuck out her tongue and felt that she was getting more and more skilled in lying.
After chatting with her aunt for more than ten minutes, she calmed down her nervous aunt and gave up her idea of coming to Miami.
Emma rubbed her hair and called director David Yates again to apologize to the director and the crew, and promised to arrive at the Orlando crew on time tomorrow and not cause trouble for the crew.
The director asked her to have a good rest and come back after she recovered.
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 a row, asking her how she was, saying that he heard from her aunt that her foot was injured, asking her if it was serious and painful? Which hospital was she in, and he and Robert wanted to visit her.
Emma rolled her eyes and replied directly, "It's okay", and then dropped the phone.
"Haha, Link, you are a boxer, I didn't expect your diving skills to be better, it's unbelievable."
"I am a professional diver and an amateur boxer. Boxing is just a part-time job."
"Haha, Link, you are so humorous."
There was a conversation between two men outside. Emma got up wrapped in a blanket and walked to the window, pulling open the curtains a little. The sun instantly poured in from the window. On the blue sea and the white beach, two men in black diving suits carried diving equipment and walked towards this side, talking and laughing.
In front of me was a middle-aged man wearing a wig. I don't know if he forgot to take it off when he went into the water. At this time, the wig was wet and covered on his head, like a pile of wet bird nests.
The guy behind me was a bastard. He was wearing a close-fitting diving suit, and his strong muscles were all exposed. His two thighs were long, strong, and strong. On his handsome and angular face, there was a smile brighter than the Miami sun, white teeth, and a pair of bright blue eyes, which were deeper and more charming than the sea outside the window.
Emma covered her pounding chest and stared at the man closely. She found an extremely suitable excuse for the madness of last night. It was because this bastard was too sexy and charming, too powerful and cruel. She was just a little girl. She was forced to accept everything that happened later because she failed to resist.
That's it, that's right.
Emma nodded her chin.
Hearing the sound of unlocking at the door of the store, she immediately went back to bed, covered her whole body with a blanket, turned her back to the door, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Link walked in, smelling like sunshine.
"Emma! Emma!"
Emma closed her eyes tightly, 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. Here are 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 Simmons, a reporter from the Miami Herald. He wants to interview me, which will take about half an hour."
"Also, your phone rang several times this morning, and you were sleeping. 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 and blinked, snorting softly, I was obviously sleeping, who woke up? Talking so much to the air, so long-winded!
Suddenly seeing the pillow that she had thrown away return to the bed, Emma's face turned hot, knowing that she had failed to pretend to sleep, she kicked the pillow down again in anger.
There was a folding table next to the bed, on which were placed some delicious food and fresh fruits.
Emma heard her stomach growling, she sat up again and started to enjoy breakfast, and then she heard the conversation between Link and the wigged man outside. I didn't expect he was a reporter.
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