Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5!

4! 3! 2! 1!"

"Yeah!"

"Link has won the championship! Link is the champion!"

In an Orlando, Kingston resort suite, Blond Robert Grint leaped up from the sofa, clenched his fist, and swung it with force as he turned to 'Harry Potter' Daniel and said, "Had we known the match would be this exciting, we should've taken the day off to see it live."

"But we had to shoot today," Daniel Radcliffe shrugged as he spoke.

"I know, I know, but it's still a bit disappointing."

Robert Grint collapsed back onto the sofa and looked towards Daniel sideways, "You seem a bit unhappy. What's the matter?"

"Do I?"

Daniel adjusted his glasses as he spoke.

"Definitely. I may not know magic, but I can feel it. Is it because of Emma?"

Getting up, Robert stared at him with a smile, "Is it because Emma went to Miami and hasn't come back yet? You're worried about her?"

Daniel shook his head repeatedly in denial.

"It's not that. Don't speculate."

"I'm not speculating."

Robert laughed softly, folding his arms with one hand supporting his chin, and said, "You like Emma, don't you?"

"I do not, don't talk nonsense, she and I are just good friends."

Daniel quickly denied.

Robert shook his head, "Daniel, you're too introverted and too well-behaved. If you like Emma, you should've confessed to her earlier. Dragging things out isn't good.

Though Emma seems like a lady on the outside, she has the heart of a little witch. She likes those wild, thrilling, 'bad' boys, and you're too good. Confessing probably wouldn't be successful anyway."

Daniel looked down and said nothing.

Robert took out two cans of beer, opened them, and handed one to Daniel.

"Don't be glum. Once we're back in London, I'll introduce you to a real lady, pretty and gentle, and a girl who speaks so sweetly. She's much better than Emma, how's that?"

Robert said with a smile, nudging him with his shoulder.

Daniel raised his head, smiled, and clinked his beer can against Robert's.

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A late-returning plane passed through the starlit night sky and slowly descended towards the brightly lit city of Miami that never sleeps.

Miami Beach at night, with few pedestrians in sight.

Only the tall palm trees under the stars spread their lush fronds unrestrained towards the sky.

The boundless ocean churned up white waves constantly, washing away the footprints left by humans on the shore during the day, while a few crabs with waving claws were rolled ashore by the waves and bubbled hazily in their sandy pits.

Startled by the approach of two bipeds, a few small crabs accelerated, brandishing their pincers as they burrowed deeper into the sand.

"Just ahead is my little Baker store; do you like diving? I can take you tomorrow," Link said to the girl beside him as he pointed at a shop up front. Find more adventures on empire

The girl was petite, her golden-brown hair spread out, and under her long lashes, a pair of dark brown eyes scrutinized everything before her. Below her upturned nose, her delicate lips were tightly pursed, showing a hint of stubbornness and wilfulness.

Carrying black block-heeled shoes in her hand and lifting the hem of her blue dress, she revealed smooth and fair calves. Her delicate bare feet stepped gently on the white sand, pointed towards 'Baker's Diving Equipment Rental Shop' not far from the shore.

The small shop, some seven or eight hundred meters from the beach, had been converted from a large cargo container into a mobile home.

On the side facing the beach was a protruding shell-shaped awning and a three square meter glass window displaying various diving equipment.

Underneath the container were three sets of tires, enabling the shop to be moved by trailer.

The exterior of the shop was painted white with latex paint, and the walls were adorned with many colorful graffiti, as well as orange lifebuoys issued by the Beach Management Bureau, embodying the style of Miami Beach.

"It looks nice, it would be better without the graffiti," Emma Watson remarked as she looked over the shop.

Link smiled. Initially, Taylor had said the graffiti was the soul of the shop, adding a few strokes himself, which Emma didn't appreciate.

He opened the shop door and the lights inside, inviting Emma Watson to come in.

Link was somewhat surprised that Emma Watson had come to Miami to cheer him on at the event today since they often chatted on MSN, but mostly the conversations weren't harmonious.

Emma Watson liked to nitpick and would often critique his matches in an 'expert' tone.

For instance, after finishing the match today, the first thing she said was, "Link, you didn't do too badly, though there are many areas for improvement. But as an amateur Boxer, you've temporarily earned my approval."

Most of the time, Link just smiled and didn't argue with a young girl.

The two were just acquaintances who got along fairly well online, but she unexpectedly showed up at the match site, more reliable than Taylor.

After Emma's arrival, Link took her to the first half of the celebration party held at the Pink Lovers' Bar that day.

In the latter half, the two walked out, rode a motorcycle through the glitzy streets of Miami, and strolled quietly on the serene beach for over twenty minutes before heading back to the shop.

"Do you need to take a shower, Emma?"

Link came out of the shower, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, toweling off his hair.

Emma was sitting upright on the couch, with an indistinguishable Variety show playing on the TV.

Upon hearing his question, Emma turned to look at him, her eyes bright, as if she was performing a CT scan to check his organs.

Link shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean anything by it. Miami is humid and sweaty; if you've been walking for a while, you might sweat a lot. If you want to shower, I can find some clothes for you to change into, so you'll be more comfortable when you sleep tonight."

Emma looked at him, blinked, and replied, "Okay!"

Link chuckled softly, returned to his bedroom to find a set of pure cotton sports T-shirt and shorts, and brought them to the small living room, where he noticed sand on her feet and fetched a pair of slippers for her.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Link smiled, led her to the shower, a small stall with only a showerhead, and closed the door behind him. The sound of trickling water in the bathroom felt somewhat intimate in the quiet little house.

Holding his phone, Link stepped outside to call Taylor. He had just been at a bar throwing a party and had only spoken to Taylor for a moment before hanging up, leaving much unsaid.

He redialed the number, and Taylor answered quickly, asking what he was doing, whether the party was over, and continued to apologize, saying she had a sudden work commitment, a very important one that she couldn't get out of, and hoped he would forgive her.

Link of course forgave her. They had only met a few times, shared a few meals, and crossed a street together—as just ordinary friends. It wasn't a big deal that an ordinary friend couldn't come to watch the match. It's the thought that counts.

Link didn't have high expectations for her and didn't blame or get angry with her for breaking her promise.

On the phone, Taylor assured him that the next time he had a match, she would definitely come to cheer him on, and if she didn't, she would allow herself to grow another five centimeters taller.

Link was a bit surprised. Taylor stood 180 centimeters tall and grew up self-conscious about her height, which led her to develop a habit of slouching. It wasn't until she became a singer and underwent training with a physique coach that she slowly corrected her posture, becoming a tall and attractive woman.

Now that she was promising with the condition of growing another five centimeters, it seemed over-sincere and made it difficult for him to define their relationship.

After talking on the phone for over ten minutes, he returned to the small living room.

Emma sat silently on the sofa, wearing his white T-shirt with red letters that was too loose for her 165-centimeter frame, the hem hanging down to her knees like a dress.

Her wet hair was spread over her shoulders, with droplets of water dripping from the ends, adding sporadic wet marks on the back of the white T-shirt.

Her oval face, after the wash, appeared even more delicate and rosy, yet she still wore a barely-there expression.

"Sorry, I don't have a hairdryer here."

Link handed her a dry, new towel to wipe her hair.

"Who were you calling just now?"

Emma asked, taking the towel.

"A friend. She said she would come and support me, but she got tied up with work at the last minute, so she called to apologize."

"Girlfriend?"

"No, just a friend."

Emma dried her hair with the towel, fluffing up her golden brown locks even more.

But the T-shirt she was wearing was so baggy that when she raised her arms to dry her hair, a flash of pink peeked through the sleeve and caught Link's eye, making his heart skip a beat involuntarily.

He ran his fingers through his hair, which had been washed and was now being dried stiffly by the breeze. He went to the bedroom and pulled a blanket from the closet, then came back to the small living room.

"I've made up the bedroom. You can sleep there, and I'll take the couch," Link said as he set down the blanket.

Emma blinked at him, placed the towel on the sofa, and shuffled back to the bedroom in his oversized slippers.

"Goodnight, Emma!"

Link turned off the living room light and lay down on the sofa, yawning.

After a long tired day, as soon as he lay down, a wave of sleepiness swept over him, and he fell asleep without a second thought.

He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, when he was awakened by some shaking. Opening his eyes, he found Emma looming above him, wearing only the loose T-shirt, which offered glimpses of a swaying view that made Link's hair stand on end.

"What's wrong, Emma?"

Link sat up and asked, the blanket sliding from his chest, revealing his muscular pecs and abs.

"You fell onto the floor."

Emma pointed to the sofa beside them.

"Oh, thanks for waking me up."

Link rubbed his forehead, grabbing the blanket and climbing up from the floor.

"Don't mention it."

Emma bit her lower lip and then said at the bedroom door, "The bed in the bedroom is quite big, enough for two people."

Link glanced at the open bedroom door, gave a soft smile, and walked into the bedroom with the blanket in his arms.

Emma lay on the bed, her eyes shut tight, covered with a thin wool blanket, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Link turned off the light and lay down on the bed, listening as the breathing and heartbeat beside him grew faster.

Link pulled the blanket up over Emma and covered himself as well.

"Don't move around," Emma said with her eyes still closed.

Link smiled softly, lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

After a good sleep, he felt more energized, while outside the deep night pressed on, the sea gently lapped against the sandy shore, and the occasional passing car brought only a whispering wind, it was clearly going to be a long night.

When the breathing beside him finally calmed down, Link reached out an arm and laid it over her.

The girl still had her eyes closed, but her breathing picked up again, her heartbeat thumping against his arm.

Link drew her into his embrace and gave her a light kiss.

She suddenly opened her dark brown eyes, pushed him slightly, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The light in the ceiling went out.

Starlight invaded the bedroom through the window, and they became lovers bathing in the starlight.

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