บท 38: ## Chapter 38: Between Friends and KO Emma Watson
## Chapter 38: Between Friends and KO Emma Watson
"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
"Yeah!"
"Link won! Link is the champion!"
In Orlando, in a suite at the Kingston Resort Hotel, the blond Robert Grint jumped up from the sofa, pumping his fist in the air, and said to 'Harry Potter' Daniel, "If we had known the match was going to be this exciting, we should have asked for time off to watch it live."
"But we have filming today," Daniel Radcliffe shrugged.
"I know, I know, but it's still a bit of a shame."
Robert Grint threw himself onto the sofa, looking at Daniel. "You seem a little unhappy, what's wrong?"
"Do I?"
Daniel adjusted his glasses.
"Definitely. I may not know magic, but I can feel it. Is it because of Emma?"
Robert sat up, staring at him with a smile. "Is it because Emma went to Miami and hasn't come back yet, and you're worried about her?"
Daniel shook his head repeatedly in denial.
"No, don't make wild guesses."
"I'm not guessing wildly."
Robert chuckled, folding his arms, one hand propping up his chin. "You like Emma, don't you?"
"I don't, don't talk nonsense. We're just good friends."
Daniel hastily denied.
Robert shook his head. "Daniel, you're too introverted and too well-behaved. If you like Emma, you should have confessed to her sooner. Procrastination is not good.
But Emma, she looks like a lady, but deep down she's a little witch. She likes crazy, exciting, bad boys, and you're too good. Even if you confessed, you probably wouldn't succeed."
Daniel lowered his head without speaking.
Robert took out two cans of beer, opened them, and handed one to Daniel.
"Don't be depressed. When we get back to London, I'll introduce you to a real lady, beautiful and gentle, with a nice voice. She's much better than Emma, what do you say?"
Robert smiled and nudged him with his shoulder.
Daniel looked up and smiled, clinking his beer can with Robert's.
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A late-returning plane crossed the starry night sky, slowly descending into the brightly lit city of Miami.
On Miami Beach, pedestrians are rare at night.
Only tall palm trees under the starry sky stretched their lush branches and leaves towards the sky.
The boundless sea kept rolling up white waves, washing away the footprints left by humans on the shore during the day. A few ferocious crabs were rolled onto the shore by the waves, dizzily spitting bubbles in the sand pits.
Suddenly, they saw two two-legged creatures walking towards them. The little crabs immediately sped up, waving their pincers, and burrowed deeper into the sand pits.
"There's my Baker's Shop up ahead. Do you like diving? I'll take you tomorrow."
Link pointed to the shop ahead and said to the girl beside him.
The girl was petite with long brown hair. Under her long eyelashes, a pair of dark brown eyes critically looked at everything in front of her. Her upturned nose and pink lips were slightly pursed, showing a bit of stubbornness and willfulness.
She was carrying black square-mouthed leather shoes in her hand and lifted the hem of her blue skirt, revealing her fair and round calves. Her slender feet stepped lightly on the white sand, and the direction of her toes was towards "Baker's Diving Equipment Rental Shop," not far from the shore.
The shop was located about seven or eight hundred meters from the beach and was a mobile home converted from a large truck compartment.
Facing the beach, there was a shell-shaped awning protruding forward and a three-square-meter glass window displaying various diving equipment.
There were three pairs of wheels under the compartment, which could be moved by a trailer.
The shop was painted with white latex paint, and the walls were covered with colorful graffiti and orange lifebuoys issued by the beach management bureau, very much in the Miami Beach style.
"It looks good, it would be even better without the graffiti."
Emma Watson looked at the shop and said.
Link smiled. Taylor had said that the graffiti on the wall was the soul of the shop and had even added a few strokes herself, but Emma didn't agree.
He opened the door and the lights inside, inviting Emma Watson in.
Link was a little surprised that Emma Watson had come to Miami today to cheer him on at the scene. Although they had been chatting frequently on MSN recently, most of the time it wasn't very harmonious.
Emma Watson liked to pick on people and often commented on his matches in an "expert" tone.
For example, after today's match, the first thing she said when she saw him was, "Link, you played well. Although there are still many areas that need improvement, as an amateur boxer, your performance has temporarily earned my approval."
Link mostly just smiled and didn't bother to argue with a little girl.
They could only be considered netizens who had met and chatted well, but she came to the competition scene, which was more reliable than Taylor.
After Emma arrived, Link took her to the first half of the celebration party held at the Pink Lover Bar today.
In the second half, the two slipped out and rode a motorcycle through the brightly lit streets of Miami, strolling on the quiet and secluded beach for more than twenty minutes before returning to the shop.
"Emma, do you want to take a shower?"
Link came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and wiping his hair with a towel.
Emma sat upright on the sofa, watching an unknown variety show on TV.
Hearing his question, Emma turned her head and looked at him quietly, her eyes bright, as if she was giving him a CT scan, checking his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys.
Link shrugged and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else. The air in Miami is hot and humid, and you sweat easily if you walk for a long time. If you want to take a shower, I'll find you my clothes to change into. You'll sleep more comfortably at night."
Emma looked at him and blinked. "Okay!"
Link smiled slightly and went back to the bedroom to find a set of cotton sports T-shirt and shorts, which he brought to the small living room. Seeing that her feet were covered in sand, he also found a pair of slippers.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
Link smiled and took her to the shower room, a small cubicle with only a showerhead. He closed the door, and the sound of water flowing came from the bathroom, sounding a bit ambiguous in the quiet house.
Link took his phone outside and called Taylor. He had just been at the bar for the party and had only chatted with Taylor for a few words before hanging up, leaving many things unsaid.
He called again, and Taylor quickly answered, asking what he was doing, whether the party was over, and continuing to apologize to him, saying that she had received a job, a very important job, and couldn't make time, hoping he would forgive her.
Of course, Link forgave her. They were just ordinary friends who had met a few times, had a few meals together, and had taken a walk together once. It wasn't a big deal that an ordinary friend couldn't come to the scene to watch the game because of something; it was the thought that counted.
Link didn't have high expectations of her and wouldn't blame her or get angry because she broke her promise.
Taylor promised on the phone that next time he had a match, she would definitely come to cheer him on. If she didn't, she would let herself grow five centimeters taller.
Link was a little surprised. Taylor was 180 centimeters tall and had developed the habit of hunching over because she was too tall when she was young. It wasn't until she became a singer and received training from a body coach that she gradually corrected it and became a tall and slender beauty.
Now she was actually using growing five centimeters taller as a guarantee, showing too much sincerity, making it difficult for him to define their relationship.
The phone call lasted for more than ten minutes before he returned to the small living room.
Emma was sitting quietly on the sofa, wearing his white T-shirt with red letters. His T-shirt was too loose for her 165 cm figure, and the hem reached her knees, like a dress.
Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets dripping from the ends, and there were some mottled wet marks on the back of the white T-shirt.
Her oval face became even more delicate and pink after the shower, but it was still expressionless.
"Sorry, I don't have a hairdryer here."
Link took out a new dry towel and asked her to dry her hair.
"Who were you calling just now?"
Emma took the towel and asked.
"A friend. She originally said she would come to cheer me on, but she suddenly got a job and couldn't make time, so she called to apologize."
"Girlfriend?"
"No, just an ordinary friend."
Emma wiped her hair with a towel, "A friend. She originally said she'd come to cheer me on, but she got caught up with work and couldn't make it, so she called to apologize."
"Your girlfriend?"
"No, just a friend."
Emma dried her hair, her golden-brown locks becoming fluffier.
However, the T-shirt she wore was too loose, and when she raised her arms to dry her hair, a flash of pink peeked through the sleeve, catching Link's eye and making his heart skip a beat.
He ran his fingers through his hair, which had dried and become stiff and spiky in the breeze. He then went to the bedroom, took a blanket from the cabinet, and returned to the small living room.
"I've tidied up the bedroom. You can sleep there, and I'll take the sofa."
Link placed the blanket down.
Emma blinked at him, placed the towel on the sofa, and walked back to the bedroom in his oversized slippers.
"Good night, Emma!"
Link turned off the living room light, lay down on the sofa, and yawned.
After a long day, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him as soon as he lay down, and he quickly fell asleep without any further thoughts.
He didn't know how long he'd slept when he was awakened by a gentle shaking. He opened his eyes to see Emma standing over him, looking down at him. She was still wearing his loose T-shirt, and the sight of her swaying figure made Link's hair stand on end.
"What's wrong, Emma?"
Link sat up, the blanket slipping from his chest, revealing his strong pectoral and abdominal muscles.
"You fell asleep on the floor."
Emma pointed to the couch beside him.
"Oh, thanks for waking me up."
Link rubbed his forehead and got up from the floor with the blanket.
"You're welcome."
Emma bit her lip, walking to the bedroom door. "The bed in the bedroom is bigger. It can fit two people."
Link glanced at the open bedroom door, smiled slightly, and walked into the bedroom with the blanket.
Emma was already lying on the bed, eyes closed tightly, covered with a thin wool blanket, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Link turned off the light and lay down on the bed, listening to the breath and heartbeat beside him gradually quicken.
Link pulled the blanket from Emma and covered himself as well.
"Don't move."
Emma said with her eyes still closed.
Link smiled softly, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
After a nap, he felt more energetic. The night outside was deep, the sea gently lapping against the sandbar, and the occasional passing car only brought a gust of wind, signaling a long night ahead.
As the breathing beside him gradually calmed down, Link reached out his arm and placed it on her body.
The girl kept her eyes closed, her breathing quickening again, her heart pounding against his arm.
Link pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her.
Suddenly, the girl opened her dark brown eyes, pushed him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The ceiling light went out.
Starlight invaded the bedroom through the window; they were lovers bathing in the starlight.
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