Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

After sending Simmons away and washing the teacup, Link returned to the small living room. Emma sat quietly on the sofa, straightened her back, and stared at the nameless variety show.

She wore a blue sleeveless dress, revealing her fair and slender arms, delicate and narrow collarbones, shallow vortices, and slender jade neck. She was as warm and soft as jade, and made people want to hug and kiss her.

On the opposite low table, there were two empty plates. The fruit salad and Cuban sandwich that were originally on them were gone now. It was obvious that Emma liked these two foods more.

Link sat down next to her, and Emma blinked her eyelashes, and a blush spread from her ears to her cheeks and neck.

Her breathing began to become rapid, her knees were tightly together, the hem of her skirt was trembling slightly, and a strange fragrance began to emanate from her body.

"Don't move!"

Just as Link stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders, Emma glared at him and said.

Like a little hedgehog!

Link smiled gently and put his arms around the girl. Emma was like a melted ice cream, completely falling into his arms.

"How does it feel?"

"You are a beast."

"Yes, then you are a cute little fat deer, which arouses my appetite."

"So it's my fault?!"

"No, the wind blew the sails, how can you say whose fault it is? Don't you like it?"

"Of course not, I was dying last night."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

Link pinched her upturned nose and said.

Emma opened her mouth and bit his finger, raised her white and slender calf, pointed at the handprint on it, and asked angrily: "What should I do? I have to go to the crew to film tomorrow. If my aunt sees it, she will definitely send you to jail, I guarantee it."

Link saw several clear fingerprints and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

He recalled the scene of overturning a dump truck in a mine. He had to push the dump truck, which was filled with iron ore weighing several hundred kilograms, out with all his strength. He had to use his waist, arms, and legs to push it out hard.

After pushing the dump truck for three years, his palms were covered with thick calluses. They were blood blisters caused by friction, a gift left to him after repeated ruptures and healing.

Because he pushed the dump truck too much, his waist, arms, and lower limbs were extremely strong.

After practicing boxing, he also used these advantages to practice several killer moves, such as the "back throw" and the "liver-blasting punch".

After crossing over, he did sit-ups upside down every day, and his waist strength was even stronger.

Even those opponents whose waists were twice as thick as his were far inferior to him in toughness and explosive power.

And Emma was even worse. She was 165 cm tall and weighed less than 50 kg. It was easy to get a KO on her.

"Don't worry, apply the medicine and you won't see it tomorrow. I remember that in Harry Potter, Hermione didn't need to bare her calves."

"You haven't seen the movie, how do you know it's not necessary? Don't be so absolute."

Emma shook her calf and hummed softly.

Link smiled softly, took out a small medicine box, put her calf on his knee, and evenly applied ointment around the fingerprints.

Emma saw a lot of trauma medicine in the medicine box and asked him if he often applied medicine to girls.

Link denied it of course.

The diving shop is close to the seaside, and customers often bump into each other while playing in the water. As a conscientious shop owner, he will naturally prepare medicine for injuries in the shop.

In addition, as a boxer, it would be strange if there was no medicine for injuries at home.

After applying the ointment, he took out the bandage and wrapped it around her calf twice. Suddenly, he remembered that some time ago, it seemed that he had treated another girl's leg injury here.

"Link, you must be a playboy."

Emma looked at his handsome face, gentle movements, and the storm last night. She didn't think such a man would lack women, nor did she think any woman would be willing to leave him after becoming his girlfriend.

"Why do you say that?"

Emma glanced at the Playboy magazine on the table.

"That's James's."

Link shook his head, lifted her chin, and smiled: "You are my only woman for the time being. There is no need for me to lie to you about this matter."

Emma looked at his blue eyes, clear and clean, without any evasion, and then she nodded with satisfaction and lowered her head to kiss him.

"Link! Link!"

James shouted outside the door.

Link touched Emma's cheek, kissed her forehead, and got up and walked outside the store.

James was walking up the steps, wearing a red baseball cap, with curly hair hanging down from the brim of the hat like a small cape, and his forehead was full of hot sweat.

Behind him followed more than a dozen men and women with cameras and work bags. Judging from their temperament and dress, they should be Simmons' colleagues.

"Link, they are reporters. I met them on the road. They said they wanted to interview you."

James shouted.

Link looked at him. The small shop was his home and private territory. How could he bring reporters here?

When Simmons came just now, he first pretended to be a tourist to get close to him, and then dragged him to chat for an hour.

If these reporters want to collect news, they should go to West Boxing Gym, not Diving Shop.

James didn't understand why he was stared at, and didn't care. He walked into the door and pushed him away. He took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator, gulped it down, and suddenly it spurted out with a puff. He stared at the small living room, "Ai Emma"

"Shut up!"

Link came to the beach at the door and held a small press conference.

Reporters first congratulated him on winning the Golden Gloves Super Middleweight Championship and becoming the No. 1 amateur super middleweight boxer.

Link expressed his gratitude to the reporters.

The reporters then asked a few more questions that Simmons had asked.

Link was not impatient and answered them one by one.

But the answer is slightly different. There are many reporters here, and he doesn't mind spouting wild words to gain attention.

"Mr. Link Baker, before the game yesterday, you publicly stated that if boxing champions such as Bernard Hopkins, Chris Bird, and Valuev dare to challenge you, you will fight in three rounds. Defeat them within the limit, otherwise you lose. If any of them accept your challenge, do you dare to accept it? "

"American Express" reporter asked.

“Of course, that statement always stands and I welcome them to challenge me.”

"Mr. Link Baker, many people on the Internet now call you 'Mr. Big Talk', which means you like to talk big. Do you accept this title?"

"Baltimore Sun" reporter asked.

Talkative?

Link's face turned slightly dark. This was the title of British fighting star Connor. He was not interested at all.

Link said with a dark face: "I don't understand the exact meaning of the slang term "talkative talk", but I don't like the explanation behind it. What does it mean that I like to talk big words? When have I ever said big words? Mr. reporter, please list An example."

The Sun reporter thought for a moment, raised his hand and said: "Mr. Link Baker, you publicly challenged several boxing champions and boxing stars, saying that you would defeat them in three rounds, and you would also defeat the little kid in one round. Roy Jones, isn’t that a big statement?”

"Is this it?"

Link smiled coldly, raised his finger and said: "Seven days ago, I stood at the Florida regional competition and publicly stated that I would enter the finals by KOing all my opponents. You thought I was talking nonsense and laughed at me.

Then I fought 14 fights with 14 wins and 14 KOs, and successfully advanced to the finals.

Three days ago, I stood in the American Airlines Arena and told all the reporters that I would continue to win the championship by KOing all my opponents. You thought I was talking big words and continued to laugh at me.

Then I KOed Morales and Andrzej and advanced to the finals.

Yesterday I stood in the boxing ring and told everyone that I would KO Andre Berto in five rounds. You still thought I was talking nonsense and you still laughed at me.

What was the result?

I won the finals championship with 17 wins and 17 KOs in 17 fights.

Now I tell you, anyone who doubts my strength can challenge me, and I will solve them in three rounds.

So far, there hasn’t been a single game, and you think I’m talking nonsense and you want to continue to laugh at me?

Dear reporters, you have been taught a lesson by facts three times. Why can't you wait until I am defeated by those people before you laugh at me again?

As for Mr. Talkative?

Sorry, I don't accept it! "

Link said calmly.

The "Baltimore Sun" reporter lowered his head and quietly took a few steps back.

The other reporters couldn't help but marvel when they heard what he said. They found that although he liked to talk big, he never failed to make a mistake. He was indeed not a talker. Even if he was a talker, he was still an extremely powerful talker.

"Mr. Link Baker, I heard that when you were negotiating with major event promotion companies, you proposed a signing fee of 100 million U.S. dollars. When negotiating with top promotion companies, you asked for 70% of the share. Is it because your asking price is too high and there is no promotion company? Yes, you didn’t sign the contract?”

"Baltimore Sun" reporter asked.

"I don't know where you got the news from. What I can tell you now is that I have no plans to sign with a promotion company for the time being. If I sign with a promotion company, I will notify you separately.

Well, gentlemen and ladies, thank you for the interview, but I still have some personal matters to deal with. This interview ends here. If you have any questions, please go to the West Boxing Club and make an appointment with Manager Robinson. I am waiting for you at any time. "

Link waved his hand, closed the door, and said nonsense to these reporters. It would be better to hold Emma at home and watch soap operas.

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