Chapter 17 : Emma Watson

  "Hey, Robert, Daniel, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

  In the Gyro Greek Grill restaurant in downtown Orlando, eighteen-year-old Emma Watson waved to her two friends opposite her with a stern face.

  "Emma, ​​what did you say?"

  Daniel Radcliffe retracted his gaze, adjusted his round-frame glasses and asked, while the golden-retriever Robert Grint on the side was still staring at the TV on the counter behind him and ignored Emma Watson at all.

  Emma Watson glared at the two men. They were recently filming "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" at Universal Studios Orlando. The filming was not going smoothly in the past two days. She wanted to talk to them about tomorrow's scenes, but the two guys only listened to a few words and ignored her, staring at the TV behind them.

  "Are beauty pageants that exciting?"

  Emma Watson pursed her lips and looked at the two of them with disdain. Dirty men only like to look at bikinis.

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

  Emma Watson looked back and saw a handsome boxer with short black hair, blue eyes, swinging his red fist. He knocked his opponent to the ground with one punch. His opponent lay on the ground for ten seconds and couldn't get up.

  "Wow! That's amazing! That boxer named Link is so strong!"

  Robert Grint raised his fist and yelled excitedly.

  "It's really amazing. His reaction speed is very fast. He just stands there and lets his opponents hit him. The opponents can't hit him."

  Daniel Radcliffe nodded.

  Emma frowned and pouted her lips in disapproval: "Now all the powerful boxers are in the UK. If you want to watch them, you can go back to London. What's the point of an amateur boxer's match?"

  Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly and did not refute her words.

  Robert Grint said: "There are also powerful boxers in the United States, such as Holyfield, Mayweather, Roy Jones Jr., and this boxer named Link is also very powerful. The Orlando Sports Channel just played a clip of his game. He can knock out his opponents in every game. This is an amateur game. The opponent is wearing protective gear, but he can still knock people out for ten seconds. He is too powerful. Lewis may not be able to do it. I bet he will become a boxing champion in the future."

  "So what? Boxers are all violent, they flaunt their wealth, fight, commit sexual assaults, promote violence, and instigate young people to fight. I think this sport should be banned worldwide."

  Emma Watson said with a tense face and smacking her pink lips.

  Robert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe looked at each other and shook their heads. Women are really scary when they get angry. They cancel boxing as soon as they open their mouths.

  "Link! Tell me how to practice that move. I'll pay for it today."

  The three were chatting when three boys came in from the door. The leader was a handsome boy with a slender and strong build. Following him was a tall and thin blond boy. The last one was a fat man with a fierce look and a strong build.

  All three of them were wearing sportswear, their arms were bulging with muscles, and they walked very fast, like a gust of wind blowing by.

  "Hey, he looks like that boxer named Link on TV."

  Robert looked back at the TV, then at the leading boy. It was indeed the same person. "I'm going to ask him for an autograph."

  "Robert, are you crazy? We are the stars, okay?"

  Emma said, pulling at his clothes.

  "Can't celebrities chase their idols? Oops, I forgot to bring my pen. Emma, ​​can I borrow yours?"

  Robert asked, looking at the script Emma had placed on the table.

  "No!"

  Emma Watson refused coldly.

  Robert rolled his eyes and stood up to go to the counter to find paper and pen.

  ——

  "Don't ask, you won't be able to learn it."

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

  "You didn't tell me how you know we can't learn it. Tell me quickly."

  Mario urged, slamming the table.

  Reggie nodded expectantly as well.

  Link took a sip of red tea and said with a smile, "You need to have quick reaction ability to learn my trick. Have you ever teased a cat? Put your face close to the cat, stare into its eyes, and flick its forehead with your finger. You will find that when you flick it, its claws have already hit your face."

  "So simple?"

  Mario asked, scratching his face.

  "Simple?"

  Link glanced at him. Do you think it's easy to have a cat-like reaction speed? Thinking that he had a simple mind and simple thoughts, Link didn't bother to blame him for speaking without restraint.

  "Hi, are you Mr. Link Baker?"

  A voice with a London accent came from the side.

  Before Link turned around, he saw Mario standing up suddenly, his fat belly almost knocking over the dining table.

Mario stretched out his hands from the table and said in surprise: "You are Golden Ron? Are you really Golden Ron? I grew up watching your movies. Can you sign an autograph for me?"

  Link turned around and saw the golden-haired Ron Weasley, one of the iron triangles in the Harry Potter film series, whose real name was Robert Grint, being grabbed by the palm of his hand and shaken hard by Mario.

Mario was so strong that Robert's mouth twitched.

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

  Robert Grint told him that they were filming Harry Potter at Universal Studios Orlando and saw his boxing match on TV today and thought he was awesome and wanted his autograph.

  Of course, Link would not refuse to give the big star an autograph, and they politely exchanged phone numbers.  

  "Wow, that's Hermione? Hermione is my favorite. I want his autograph."

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

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

  When he was about to leave, Emma Watson shouted crisply: "Hey, Mr. Link Baker, I want to ask you, as a boxer, what do you think is the meaning of boxing besides promoting violence? I mean the positive meaning."

  Emma Watson wore a Chanel printed lotus-colored dress with loose golden curly hair and a slender platinum necklace on her delicate collarbone. Her small face was delicate and pretty, and she had the elegance and intelligence of a British woman. She had a good appearance and temperament, like a little lady.

  But the words spoken from her tender pink lips were as sharp as a knife, making people want to cover her mouth and stop her from talking nonsense.

  "Emma, ​​you are so rude." Robert Grace reminded.

  Daniel Radcliffe smiled shyly at Link and said, "Mr. Baker, Emma is in a bad mood today and it's not directed at you. Please don't blame her for being rude."

  Emma Watson frowned and asked with a half-smile, "So Mr. Baker, you don't know the positive significance of boxing?"

  Link smiled softly, thinking that this little girl was quite interesting. He sat down opposite Emma, ​​stared into her eyes and said, "Ms. Watson, it's not that I can't answer this question, but I think this question is too naive. It's hard to believe that you asked it."

  "What? You dare to call me childish?" Emma Watson clenched her fists and stared at him angrily, as if she wanted to compete with him in boxing. She snorted coldly, "OK, then tell me, how is my question childish?"

  Link raised a finger and said, "I think boxing should be the greatest sport in the world, no doubt about it."

  "Hmph!" Emma Watson wrinkled her delicate nose in disdain.

  Link didn't take it seriously. "First of all, it represents a spirit. If you know about boxing, you should know that it has a competition called the Boxing Champion Challenge. Ordinary boxers can challenge the world boxing champion. He knows that the world boxing champion is very powerful, but he still dares to challenge. He won't back down even if he is beaten to death or disabled. What kind of spirit is this?"

  "Brave!" said Daniel Radcliffe.

  "Fearless!" Robert said excitedly.

  "This is indomitable spirit, this is opposition to power, this is the weak who are unwilling to be enslaved and who swing their fearless iron fists at the strong. This is the greatest spirit of mankind." Mario shouted with his head held high and his fists clenched.

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

  "How can it be the same? A group of people bullying a ball? How can it be compared to fist-to-flesh boxing?" Mario retorted with his big nose raised.

  Link waved his hand and smiled, "Boxing is also a kind of civilization. Since the 19th century, white supremacy culture has been popular all over the world. Blacks, yellow people, and Mexicans have been discriminated against in the United States. Boxing champions Joe Louis, Muhammad Ali, and Bruce Lee defeated white boxing champions in the ring, broke racial discrimination, and were regarded as heroes by people of color. Boxing is also a sport that promotes racial equality, embodies social fairness and justice, and is a modern civilization. What positive significance do you think it has?"

  Emma Watson blinked, feeling as if she had said something wrong.

  Link raised another finger and said with a smile: "Third, boxing is also a culture."

  "That's 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 idea was too naive. I apologize to you."

  "OK!"

  Link smiled softly, "It's good that you know you're wrong. You're still young, and a little magician, so I won't bother with you."

  Hahaha!

  Several men at the table burst into laughter.

  "snort!"

  Emma Watson glared at him, her blue-green eyes turned, and she smacked her lips and said, "Link, Muhammad Ali fought for fairness and equality, what do you fight for?"

  "Make money!"

  "Make money?"

  Several people looked at him in surprise. Just now he was energetic when he opened his mouth and polite when he closed his mouth. Now he said that he played boxing to make money. The gap was too big.

  Emma Watson opened her little mouth. She was originally trying to dig a hole for Link. No matter what Link said, she would accuse him of being hypocritical.

But Link spoke the truth as soon as he opened his mouth, leaving her with no room for traps. This bastard reacted quickly.

  "Is the goal of making money vulgar?"

  Link smiled and looked at the others.

  "No no no! Of course not!"

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

  Link looked at the beautiful Emma Watson and said with a smile: "Ms. Emma, ​​do you have any other questions?"

  Emma Watson rolled her eyes and said, "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 the pen and book 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 and embarrassed him. Is this how a fan should behave?

  "Real!"

  Link laughed.

  Emma Watson looked at him, happily signed the notebook, and left a phone number.

  (End of this chapter)