Chapter 02 : One Step Away from the Boxing Championship

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

"Link, you're about to win, hold on!"

"Link, get up quickly, damn, that's one million, there's one million when you stand up!"

"Link——"

Link suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in bed, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the pounding heart in his chest. For a moment, his vision was a little dazed.

He was dreaming again.

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

In the days after traveling through time, he often dreamed about the past at night. He dreamed that he did not graduate from high school, but followed his uncle to work as a miner in the Xishan private iron mine, pushing a dump truck full of ore to deliver the ore every day.

The exit passage was a slope, and he had to hold his breath, grit his teeth and rush up desperately every time to push the car weighing hundreds of pounds out of the mine.

I run back and forth seventy or eighty times every day. Every time I get off work, I am exhausted and lie in bed like a dead person.

He did this kind of work for three consecutive years.

When he was eighteen years old, he was eating in a restaurant and encountered a robbery. He subconsciously swung his punch and hit the man so hard that he vomited blood and broke three ribs.

At that time, his boxing coach Lao Liu was also eating at the restaurant.

Seeing that the boy was strong and agile, Lao Liu thought he had great potential, so he asked him if he wanted to learn boxing.

When he heard that he had 3,000 yuan of living expenses per month, he resolutely agreed to Lao Liu's proposal, followed Lao Liu to practice boxing, and participated in amateur competitions in the country.

His amateur record was 12 wins out of 12. In the 13th match, he was too involved and killed his opponent 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 and was blacklisted by other boxing clubs. He could only follow Lao Liu to participate in underground boxing.

When he was 28 years old, someone opened an unregulated fighting competition on the Myanmar-Thailand border, inviting fighting, wrestling and boxing athletes from many countries to participate, with a prize of one million US dollars for the champion.

He followed Lao Liu to participate in the competition.

After six rounds of elimination, they successfully made it to the finals, but the games in the underground casino did not pay attention to the rules, and small tricks emerged one after another, and there would be injuries in every game.

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

When he woke up, he was lying in a Miami hospital, and he became an American named Link Baker.

Link Baker, twenty years old.

When he was fifteen, his father died in a street gunfight and his mother remarried. Link Baker became a street gangster, selling drugs, speeding, stealing, and often fighting, and was imprisoned many times.

More than half a month ago, he was stabbed in the back with a dagger in a street fight and died from excessive blood loss. He was later successfully taken over by Link.

This diving shop is the legacy of his predecessor's grandfather. His grandfather was an old fisherman. He was too old to fish, so he opened a diving shop on the beach.

After Link woke up, he took over this place and became a diver. Although he didn't make much money every day, his mood was gradually getting better looking at the sunshine, beach and sea, and all the discomforts brought about by the time travel were also slowly disappearing.

He is quite satisfied with his current life.

"Hey, welcome to Miami."

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

This face and temperament are somewhat similar to his previous life, which is something he is quite satisfied with.

After leaving the bathroom, Link changed into a set of sportswear with red letters on it, tied two ten-pound iron sand bags around his waist, and went for a morning jog on the beach.

It was a little after four in the morning, and it was still dark outside. The sky was dotted with stars and a crescent moon. The sea in the distance seemed calm in the night, with only a few small islands sticking out of the water. They were dark and had swaying grass and trees, like the exposed skull of a giant underwater beast.

Link ran along the seaside avenue, starting from the diving shop and heading north to the Palm Beach Seaside Park, about fifteen kilometers.

We ate two pieces of ham pizza at Joisce Pizza and continued running back.

As we passed the public pier, a pleasant guitar sound came from the wind, tinkling and adding some elegance to the seaside in the early morning.

He ran past the dock and saw a girl in a blue dress sitting on the mahogany deck, holding a guitar in her arms, one leg bent and one calf hanging in the air, shaking casually. The calf was wrapped in white gauze.

The long golden hair was lifted by the sea breeze, revealing the fair and rosy profile. It was Taylor Swift whom I met yesterday. She was staying at the Hyatt Place Hotel in Palm Beach, not far from here.

"Hey, Link!"

The girl suddenly turned around and smiled at him.

"Hi!"

Link waved, slowed down his pace, and asked, "It's very windy here, how about going to the store and sitting down?"

"OK!"

Taylor nodded, put down his guitar, and slowly stood up, holding onto the railing.

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

Back in 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 was sitting on a beach chair, playing the guitar with his legs crossed. There was manuscript paper and pen on the table. He seemed to be composing a new song. Seeing him coming over with food, Taylor put down the guitar and thanked him.

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

Taylor looked at his thick and powerful arms. Even in a loose T-shirt, his chest and abdominal muscles were exposed. It was so sexy that she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Pretty much, except when it rains."

"Like you, I practice guitar every day, but I prefer rainy days. On rainy days, I sit behind the window and watch the rain. I feel more inspired."

Taylor curled his lips and gestured with his fork.

"Writing songs on a rainy day? It sounds very romantic."

Link smiled, cut the steak into small pieces with a knife, and stuffed it into his mouth with a fork. It only took him two minutes to get an 800-gram steak into his stomach.

After the time travel, 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 called him a glutton.

By the time he was done, Tyler had only eaten half of his veal chop.

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

Link said as he looked at her plate.

"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 sand, palm trees, and having breakfast face to face with a handsome boy. It feels like I'm in a movie."

Link smiled slightly. It sounded good, but he felt that the greatest romance for a man was to be in the boxing ring, using a fierce swinging punch to beat the opponent so that he completely lost the ability to resist. That was what romance was.

(End of this chapter)