Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After enjoying the delicious seafood soup, he and Taylor were warmly toasty, not just in body but also in their stomachs, and Taylor's pink cheeks turned even rosier.

Dusk had fallen, and "Despacito" was still playing from the computer in the living room. He embraced Taylor, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Despacito

I want to strip you of your clothes with kisses

Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto

I want to paint your puzzle on the walls

Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito

With the atmosphere and setting just right, he followed the guidance of the lyrics, kissing Taylor, ready to take the romance to its conclusion.

But when they got back to the bedroom, Taylor was too nervous, her body tensed up, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clenched into fists, as if she was a death row inmate facing the gallows.

Link, feeling speechless, could only embrace Taylor and gently pat her back to help her relax, but before he could regroup, Taylor fell asleep in his arms, wrapped around him like an octopus.

Link had no choice but to hold her and sleep the night away as a whole.

The next morning, Taylor came up to him like a child who had done something wrong, her face full of apology and guilt, "Link, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this. It's not that I don't want to be with you, I was just too nervous."

Link handed her the hot milk, "Was it like this with your ex-boyfriend too?"

Taylor looked at him, slightly lowered her head, and said with a pursed lip, "We've kissed, but we never went that far." Then she looked up at Link again, nervously, "Do you think I'm not cool? There were many boys who pursued me at school, but I prefer music and wasn't interested in their topics; we didn't have much to talk about."

Link was somewhat surprised. Taylor, at 19, could still be so innocent? He touched Taylor's hot cheek and said, "Of course not, you are the coolest girl I've ever met, and you're still cool now."

"Really?"

Taylor looked up at him, as if his opinion mattered greatly to her.

"Of course, the uncool one is me. I'm your boyfriend, yet I didn't understand your feelings. It's my responsibility. Trust me, next time I'll do better."

"No, you're the coolest, I won't be like that again."

Moved, Taylor leaned on his shoulder and hugged his arm, giving him a sweet good morning kiss.

Link embraced her and sat down at the counter.

They spent nearly an hour on breakfast, not feeling it a waste of time because they enjoyed it so thoroughly.

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Thinking of Taylor at home, that day Link only practiced for six hours at the training ground before deciding to head back, much to the shock of the sparring partners there.

"Link, you're done training? You used to train for more than eight hours a day, and now you're calling it quits after just six?" Mario asked, looking at him in surprise.

"Yes, I have other things to do. You guys continue training."

Link draped a towel over his shoulder and walked into the locker room.

Watching his retreating figure, Mario sighed deeply, "West was afraid this would happen."

"What doesn't Coach West want to see?" Morales asked.

Mario curled his lip, "Coach West was worried that after Link got the Golden Belt, he would slack off, indulge in entertainment, let his performance slide, and then get defeated by a challenger in a boxing championship fight, losing the Golden Belt and becoming a nobody. And it all came true according to West."

"Bullshit, even though Link shortened his training time today, he didn't decrease his workload and still did two to three times more than anyone else. How can that be considered slacking off? If Coach Brooks heard that Link left early today, he would definitely be clapping his hands with joy."

Morales also took off his boxing gloves and stepped down from the boxing ring.

"Decadent!"

Mario swung his fist, continuing to pound the punching bag.

He decided to practice in secret, striving to earn a Golden Belt after his transfer; maybe by then, Link would have been defeated and become an ordinary Boxer. That would allow Mario to have Link and Morales as his sparring partners, heh heh heh.

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Link drove home and pressed the doorbell twice, from inside the house came the sound of light footsteps.

Click, the door opened, and there stood a slender girl, her round, chubby face and large eyes, wearing a blue printed dress, with a fluffy braid casually slung over her shoulder, looking pretty and adorable.

It was obviously Selena. Before he could speak to greet her, she swung the door shut behind her, grabbed him in the hallway, and whispered, "How could she be one of your girlfriends?"

Link smiled gently, "How did you two get along?"

"Is she really your girlfriend?"

"Yes! What's the matter?"

Link asked, puzzled, seeing her little face in a frown.

In Taylor Swift's friend list, Selena was likely one of the top-ranking names. Whenever Taylor faced backlash and scandals, Selena was one of the first to stand up and publicly back her.

In Taylor's documentary "Miss Americana," Selena was also one of the few friends who made an appearance.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Link thought the two of them sitting together would have a pleasant chat, yet Selena's furrowed brow and dough-like face didn't match his expectations of a joyful meeting, which puzzled him.

"Don't you think she's too tall? I've seen the scandals with you and Emma Watson, I thought you preferred petite girls."

Selena said, her eyebrows knitted.

"Not at all, I don't have strict height requirements for a girlfriend,"

Link said with a laugh.

"Hmm, how can this be."

Selena stamped her foot unhappily.

This afternoon she said she'd visit Link and called him in advance; he asked her to come over first since there was someone at home. Knowing Link was at the training ground, she was curious about who that person at home could be.

Filled with curiosity, she ran over and knocked on the door, only to see a familiar face when it swung open. It was the "Link's brainless fan" whom she had teased at the Havana qualifiers.

Later, she saw news about that girl and learned her name was Taylor Swift, currently one of the highest trending country music singers, who had released a country music album with global sales exceeding 2 million copies, reaching number 19 on the Billboard 200, with several singles hitting the top twenty. She was also nominated for a Grammy Best New Artist award that year.

After seeing these reports, she realized she was from the same circles.

Since she had never encountered her in real life, there was no need to feel embarrassed, but seeing Taylor again as soon as the door opened today made her want to flee.

When Taylor saw her, she seemed to have forgotten the incident in the audience that day and greeted her warmly, saying she knew she was Link's sister from the newspapers, and even claimed to be Link's girlfriend.

Selena couldn't believe it. How could Link's girlfriend be her? She was so tall; what would she do if she liked to pat her on the head after becoming relatives?

She waited with a glimmer of hope for Link to return and confirm, and now that it was certain, she'd be the shortest one in the family, often bullied by them, just the thought made her feel sad.

"Are you performing a mime show?"

Link asked, seeing her twisting her brows and the cute expressions shifting on her face, amused.

"Humph! I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Selena rolled her eyes, stomped heavily on the floor back towards the front, grasped the door handle at the entrance, and realized she had shut the door behind her. She blushed, casually pointing at the door with her finger.

Link shook his head and unlocked the door with his key.