boxer to hollywood

"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 frowned and waved her hand at the two companions opposite her.

"Emma, what did you say?"

Daniel Radcliffe withdrew his gaze and adjusted his round glasses, asking. Meanwhile, the blond Robert Grint continued to stare at the TV on the counter behind them, completely ignoring Emma Watson.

Emma Watson glared at the two of them. Recently, they had been filming "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" at Universal Studios Orlando. The filming hadn't been going smoothly for the past two days, and she wanted to discuss the next day's scenes with them. However, these two guys only listened for a few sentences before ignoring her existence, their eyes glued to the TV behind them.

"Is the beauty pageant that interesting?"

Emma Watson pursed her lips and looked at them with disdain, thinking that dirty men only liked to watch bikinis.

"It's not a beauty pageant, it's a boxing match. The US Golden Gloves tournament is being held in Orlando, and this is the final." Daniel Radcliffe pointed at the TV and said.

Emma Watson glanced back and saw a handsome boxer with short black hair and blue eyes, waving his red fists, knocking his opponent to the ground with one punch. The opponent lay on the ground for ten seconds, unable to get up.

"Wow! Amazing! That boxer named Link is so powerful!"

Robert Grint raised his fist and shouted excitedly.

"He's indeed very powerful. His reaction speed is incredibly fast. He can stand there and let the opponent hit him, but the opponent can't even land a punch."

Daniel Radcliffe nodded in agreement.

Emma furrowed her brows, unconvinced, and curled her lips, "The best boxers are all in the UK now. If you want to watch, you can go back to London. What's the point of watching an amateur boxing match?"

Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly, not refuting her words.

Blond Robert Grint said, "There are also great boxers in the US, like Holyfield, Mayweather, Roy Jones Jr., and this boxer named Link is also very good. The Orlando sports channel just showed clips of his matches, and he wins every match by KO. This is an amateur competition, and the opponents wear protective gear, yet he can still knock people down for ten seconds. That's too powerful. Even Lewis might not be able to do that. I bet he'll definitely become a champion in the future."

"So what? Boxers are all violent maniacs, flaunting their wealth, fighting, sexually assaulting, and promoting violence, inciting teenagers to fight. I think this sport should be banned worldwide."

Emma Watson said with a stern face, her pink lips pursed.

Robert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe looked at each other and shook their heads. Women are scary when they get angry, wanting to cancel the sport of boxing with just a few words.

"Link! Tell me how to practice that move, and I'll pay for today's meal."

As they were chatting, three boys entered the restaurant. The leader was a handsome young man with a slender and strong build, followed closely by a tall, thin blond boy, and lastly, a fierce-looking, stout fat boy.

All three were wearing sportswear, their arm muscles bulging, walking quickly, like a gust of wind passing by.

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

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, are you out of your mind? We're the stars, okay?"

Emma tugged at his clothes.

"Can't a star chase another star? Oh no, I forgot to bring a pen. Emma, can I borrow yours?"

Robert looked at the script on Emma's table and asked.

"No!"

Emma Watson refused coldly.

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

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"Stop asking, you won't be able to learn it."

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

"How do you know we can't learn it without telling us? Come on, tell us, tell us."

Mario patted the table and urged.

Reggie also nodded expectantly.

Link took a sip of black tea and smiled, "To learn my move, you need to have fast reflexes. Have you ever teased a cat? You put your face close to the cat, stare into its eyes, and flick its forehead with your finger. You'll find that by the time you flick it, its paw has already swatted your face."

"That simple?"

Mario scratched his face and asked.

"Simple?"

Link glanced at him. Did he think it was easy to have reflexes as fast as a cat's? Thinking that his mind was simple and his thinking was simple, Link didn't bother to blame him for his bluntness.

"Hi, are you Mr. Link Baker?"

A voice with a London accent came from the side.

Before Link could turn around, he saw Mario jump up, his large belly almost knocking over the table. Mario reached out his hands from afar and said in surprise, "Are you Ron Weasley? Are you really Ron Weasley? I grew up watching your movies. Can you sign an autograph for me?"

Link turned around and saw Ron Weasley, one of the "Golden Trio" from the Harry Potter series, whose real name was Robert Grint, being shaken vigorously by Mario. Mario's strength was so great that it made Robert's mouth twitch.

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

Robert Grint told him that they were filming "Harry Potter" at Universal Studios Orlando and that he had seen Link's boxing match on TV today, thought he was very good, and wanted to get his autograph.

Of course, Link wouldn't refuse to sign an autograph for this big star and politely exchanged phone numbers with him.

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

Mario took his autograph book and went to ask Emma Watson for her autograph.

Link saw that Emma Watson and Mr. Harry Potter were also there, so he went over to say hello.

As he was about to leave, Emma Watson called out, "Hey, Mr. Link Baker, I'd like to ask, as a boxer, what do you think is the meaning of boxing besides promoting violence? I mean, the positive meaning."

Emma Watson was wearing a Chanel printed lotus root colored dress, her blond hair loose, a delicate platinum necklace on her delicate collarbone. Her face was delicate and pretty, and she had the elegance and intellect of a British woman. Her appearance and temperament were quite good, like a little lady.

However, the words that came out of her pink lips were like knives, making people want to cover her mouth and tell her not to speak nonsense.

"Emma, you're being very rude." Robert Grint reminded her.

Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly at Link, "Mr. Baker, Emma is in a bad mood today, she's not targeting you, please don't mind her rudeness."

Emma Watson furrowed her delicate brows and asked with a half-smile, "So, Mr. Baker, you don't know the positive meaning of boxing either?"

Link chuckled, finding this little girl quite interesting. He sat down opposite Emma, looked 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. It's hard to believe it came from you."

"What? You dare say I'm naive?" Emma Watson clenched her small fists and glared at him angrily, as if wanting to challenge him to a fistfight. She snorted, "Okay, then tell me, what's so naive about my question?"

Link raised a finger and said, "I think boxing is the greatest sport in the world, bar none."

"Hmph!" Emma Watson snorted disdainfully, wrinkling her delicate nose.

Link was unfazed, "First, it represents a spirit. If you understand boxing, you should know that there's a competition called the Championship Challenge, where an ordinary boxer can challenge the world champion. He knows the world champion is powerful, but he still dares to challenge, even if he gets beaten to death or crippled, he won't back down. What kind of spirit is this?"

"Courage!" Daniel Radcliffe said.

"Fearlessness!" Robert said excitedly.

"It's unyielding, it's opposing tyranny, it's the weak who refuse to be enslaved, throwing fearless punches at the strong. This is the greatest spirit of humanity." Mario puffed out his chest and shouted, clenching his fists.

Emma Watson blinkedand snorted, "Billiards, tennis, golf, you can also challenge the champion."

"Can that be the same? A group of people bullying a ball? Can it be compared to the flesh-and-blood boxing?" Mario retorted, shrugging his big nose.

Link waved his hand and smiled, "Boxing is also a civilization. Since the 19th century, white supremacy has been prevalent worldwide. Blacks, Asians, and Mexicans were discriminated against in the United States. Champions like Joe Louis, Muhammad Ali, and Bruce Lee defeated white champions in the ring, breaking racial discrimination and becoming heroes for people of color. Boxing is also a, feeling like she had said the wrong thing.

Link raised another finger and smiled, "Third, boxing is also a 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 thoughts were too naive, I apologize to you."

"Okay!"

Link chuckled, "It's good that you know you were wrong. You're still young, and a little magician, I won't hold it against you."

Hahaha!

The men at the table laughed.

"Hmph!"

Emma Watson glared at him, her blue-green eyes rolled, and she said, "Link, champion Ali boxed for fairness and equality, what do you box for?"

"Money!"

"Money?"

Everyone looked at him in surprise. Just now, he was talking about spirit and civilization, but now he said he boxed for money. The contrast was too great.

Emma Watson opened her mouth slightly. She had been trying to dig a hole for Link, and no matter what he said, she would have called him hypocritical. But Link spoke the truth right away, leaving her with no way to dig a hole. This bastard's reaction was too fast.

"Is the goal of making money vulgar?"

Link looked at them with a smile.

"No, no, of course not!"

Mario, Robert, Daniel, and Reggie all shook their heads. The work they were doing now was also for making money.

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

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

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

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

"You're my fan? Are you sure?"

Emma Watson didn't believe it. This guy contradicted his idol as soon as they met, making her feel embarrassed. Was this how a fan should behave?

"Really!"

Link smiled.

Emma Watson looked at him and happily signed her name in the notebook, even leaving a phone number.

(End of Chapter)