Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After dinner, because it was a cloudy day, it got dark before six o'clock.

Link saw Taylor's figure in the living room and thought that he finally had someone to spend the evening with, so he wouldn't have to spend it in the gym.

However, Taylor was a workaholic. She said she wanted to practice her new song on the piano to refine the melody further, aiming to have the complete score ready by tomorrow and then head to the studio to produce the song's music, with the deadline for the "Songwriting for Dreams" event being next week.

Link had no choice but to take her home, and he did an extra thousand push-ups at the gym that night, but it seemed to have little effect.

The next day, he participated in another match, his third professional fight. Still, against a newcomer, and because he was eager and pressed for time, Link finished the fight in just 5 seconds.

"Link, you are too fast," Dino Duva said in the car, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"That won't happen. Super Middleweight also has some tough characters," Link said, looking at his watch.

"Link, take a look!"

Simon handed over a document from the front passenger seat.

"Tyson is officially making a comeback. Franco received a fight contract from Tyson's agent this morning. As you said, we accepted the challenge, and both parties are discussing how to conduct the match," Simon said.

Link nodded after looking at the document.

Since Tyson was a Heavyweight and he was a Super Middleweight, with two ranks separating them, their match needed the approval of the sports commission, which would complicate the process.

But due to this gap, the match was highly anticipated, and the earnings were expected to be substantial.

"Link, are you really going to fight Tyson? That's Tyson, the Heavyweight champion. Even if he has retired, it's still Tyson. Aren't you worried about being defeated by him?" Dino asked, flipping through the documents.

"If I can't beat a guy who has been retired for years, how can I become the world champion?" Link said, looking at his fists.

Although he spoke lightly, he was very cautious. Tyson, having retired for over three years, could still throw punches weighing 1450 pounds. With some time to recover and train, his punches would undoubtedly become heavier, possibly exceeding Link's 1500 pounds, making him difficult to handle.

Yet, the more challenging it was, the more excited he became. Competing against someone stronger than himself was more interesting than a rank match and fired up his blood and passion even more. He was even eager to share the stage with Tyson.

Dino, seeing his confidence and excitement while speaking, thought this guy was either a lunatic or a real tough person, born for boxing. He felt Franco might have discovered a gem.

After the car returned to Yorkville Apartments, Link went home, changed into formal attire, and with a bow tie, sped to the Metropolitan Cinema at 120 miles per hour following a call from Selena, urging him to hurry. The premiere of "Cinderella's Dance Miracle" was being held there.

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"Why hasn't he arrived yet? We agreed on two o'clock in the afternoon."

In the plaza area of the Metropolitan Cinema, Selena Gomez, wearing a light yellow off-the-shoulder princess dress and styled curly hair, sat in the nanny car, constantly checking her phone. She was supposed to enter with the male lead, but since Link was coming, she stayed outside to wait for him.

"Link had a match today. It's great that he could make it on time. Stop texting him to hurry," Catherine said from across.

"Got it, I haven't rushed him," Selena handed her phone to Catherine, looked in the mirror, and with a thoughtful expression said, "Catherine, what if I enter hand in hand with Link? Would that cause a sensation? Would the reporters think I'm Link's girlfriend?"

"That's why you need to clarify things, don't let the media misunderstand, and don't let Link's girlfriends misunderstand, which could cause him unnecessary trouble."

Catherine wrote a few lines on a folder with her pen and handed it to Selena to help her deal with the reporters later.

Leaning on Catherine, Selena playfully smiled and said, "Catherine, did you notice the words you just used? You just mentioned Link's 'girlfriends'?"

"What's the problem?" Catherine asked.

"A big problem. Before, you told me to stay away from playboys, that those guys are jerks. Why is it that when it comes to Link, you don't care how many girlfriends he has, and you seem to actually encourage his flirtatious behavior? Do you think that's appropriate?" Selena challenged Catherine with a stare.

Catherine pointed to the folder with her pen, asking her to keep reading, and said, "Link is only twenty, it's normal for him not to be serious about relationships yet. No one becomes a serious, responsible man right at the start of their adolescence.

Also, he has the right to be a playboy. At twenty, he became an Olympic champion and a multimillionaire on his own efforts. Who in America is better than him?

No one. For a boy like him, it's natural to have many girls like him, and dating a few girls, experiencing a few relationships, will help his future life, so there is nothing wrong with that."

Dating a few is normal?

Nothing wrong with that?

Such an obvious double standard.

Selena rolled her eyes secretly.

Ding ling ling!

Selena's phone rang; it was Link calling to say he had arrived and asking where they were.

Selena quickly picked up her skirt and exited the car, seeing a silver Mercedes parked not far away. Link wore a coffee-colored Dior suit, his fine hairstyle, tall and muscular figure, looking exceptionally stylish.

For a moment, Selena thought Catherine was right. He was so handsome, wealthy, successful, and financially independent at only twenty. Having a few girlfriends seemed normal, but then she shook her head repeatedly, disagreeing with the idea that this was incorrect and should not be influenced by Catherine.

"Link, over here!" Selena called out.

Link strode over, looked her up and down, "Not bad. Pretty as a Disney princess."

"Thank you! You're handsome too!"

Selena Gomez, holding up her dress, curtseyed to him.

Link smiled gently, greeted Catherine briefly about the boxing match, and then led Selena onto the red carpet.

One tall and handsome, the other pretty and adorable.

As they made their entrance, all the reporters' eyes were fixed on them. Why was Olympic Boxing Champion Link Baker walking the red carpet with Disney's new star, Selena Gomez? Were they dating?

Now, this was big news.

Dozens of cameras swiveled their way, aiming at them and snapping non-stop.

The fans also looked at them in surprise, unsure whether to ship this perfectly matched couple.

"Mr. Link Baker, may I have an interview with you?"

A journalist yelled loudly.

Link asked Selena for her opinion, and she nodded repeatedly. Since Link had brought her onto the red carpet, she had felt relaxed for the first time, completely free from nerves and feeling very secure.

Link, holding Selena's hand, walked to the front of the interview area.

"Mr. Link Baker, could you tell us about your relationship? Are you two dating?"

A New York Post journalist asked.

Link glanced at Selena and laughed, "Please don't misunderstand; Selena is my sister."

"Wow!"

A murmur of surprise swept through the crowd. Everyone knew Link was an orphan and a fisherman's descendant. How could he be Selena's brother?

Moreover, their surnames differed; one was Baker, and the other Gomez, not to mention their skin tones. Selena had a wheatish complexion, her father being Mexican.

Link, although sporting tanned skin, got that from sun exposure. He had no Latin heritage.

"Mr. Link Baker, is Selena your half-sister from the same mother?"

A Hollywood Reporter journalist asked.

"No, she's my cousin. Selena's mother is my mother's younger sister."

Oh! The journalists' confusion was resolved. The fact that they were cousins might not be as headline-catching as a romantic relationship, but it was still an intriguing piece of news.

"Mr. Link Baker, I heard you had a match today. How did it go?"

An American Express journalist inquired.

"I won, ended the match in 5 seconds. Also, ladies and gentlemen, today is the premiere of Selena's movie, so she should be the one you're interviewing."

Link stepped back, spotlighting Selena.

Pushed to the forefront, Selena, still holding his hand, blushed.

"Selena, how does it feel having an Olympic champion as a brother?"

A journalist asked.

"It's fantastic! I am very happy,"

Selena sweetly smiled.

"Selena, many girls ask their boyfriends to beat their brothers before deciding whether to date them. Would you do the same?"

A journalist joked.

Selena smirked, "I doubt anyone could beat Link; he's an Olympic champion, the toughest boxer in the world."

"Selena, does Link have a girlfriend? Do you two go shopping together?"

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Selena looked back at Link and blinked, asking how to answer. Link spread his hands, leaving it up to her what to say.

Selena laughed and said, "I haven't met Link's girlfriend yet. If he had one, I think we would go shopping together."

"Selena, tell us about this new movie. What role are you playing in it?"

"Sure!"

Selena answered a few questions and waved at the journalists before the two of them walked hand in hand into the Metropolitan movie theater.

"Link, you were amazing on the red carpet, seemed totally unfazed."

Selena happily said.

"Of course, when I'm competing in the ring with thousands of spectators, how could I win if I got nervous?"

"Yes, you are incredible."

Like a little fangirl, Selena felt everything about him was perfect, completely forgetting that she had just been criticizing him for having several girlfriends.