Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~

The doorbell rang, Link stood up to open the door, and Taylor stood at the doorstep, carrying a guitar on her back and holding lots of food and drinks, brimming over as she called out 'quick, take some'.

"I just bought some at the supermarket, why did you buy so much again?"

Link took the items from her hands and said.

"I've finished recording all the songs for the album 'Fearless', and I don't have any other plans for the coming period, so I can stay here and teach you guitar."

Taylor said to him with a beaming smile.

"So, we can live together now?"

"Don't you want to?"

Taylor asked with twinkling blue fox eyes and blushing cheeks.

"Of course, I do!"

Link bent down to kiss her, and Taylor hooked her arms around his shoulders, returning the favor threefold.

Link dropped the bags he was holding, embraced her slim waist and shapely hips, and leaned against the wall to give her a prolonged Miami-style passionate kiss.

Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza

When you kiss me with such skill

Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza

I can tell it's your gentle teasing

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito

Step by step, gently, a little gentler

Despacito

The video for "Despacito" was still playing on the living room computer, on repeat for the third time, before the two of them moved from the hallway back to the living room, Link, taking advantage of his strength, picked up Taylor along with everything else and carried them over to the sofa.

"Have you seen this video? What do you think of my singing?"

"You sing quite well, but your guitar playing was terribly off."

Taylor leaned against the cushion with flushed cheeks, biting her luscious lower lip as she disdainfully watched the video.

"You can't blame me, there was a guitar expert who said she'd teach me, but she left before finishing her lessons. If a reporter interviews me, I'll tell them I had an irresponsible guitar teacher."

Link joked.

"No, I'm sorry; I was wrong."

Taylor straightened her waist, knelt on the sofa and kissed him again, affectionately saying, "I'll seriously teach you these next few days, okay? I promise to turn you into a guitar master."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Link kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen with the groceries to make dinner. The ingredients Taylor brought included Boston lobsters and abalones that needed to be cooked soon. He planned to make a pot of Tom Yum Kung seafood soup to nourish Taylor's body.

These past few days, aside from recording the single "Dream it possible," she had also been working on her second album "Fearless," with a busy schedule that needed extra nourishment.

While he was cooking, Taylor came in with her laptop. After taking off her coat, she was wearing just a loose-fitting cotton blue tee and grey wide-leg jeans, complemented with a ponytail and fluffy bangs, looking simple and comfortable.

Taylor sat on the counter and asked, "Did you really write this song? I know you write beautiful music, but it's been less than a month, how did you come up with another song that's so nice to listen to?"

"Probably because I'm quite impressive."

Link chopped vegetables and laughed.

Taylor hummed and stared at him, pretending to be angry, "It's not fair! Totally unfair. My head is bursting trying to write songs, but the ones I come up with still don't feel as good as these two you wrote. Why? You're a boxer, why can you write such beautiful songs?"

"You're too modest. Your songs are great too."

Link sliced off a piece of shrimp just out of the pan and handed it to her mouth.

Taylor bit his fingers and said while eating the shrimp, "I know my songs are great, but I'm a professional composer. I know which songs sound better.

"Your first song has great emotion and melody, the second has an incredibly amazing beat, just the start of the music makes people can't help but sway their bodies. You're incredible, Link, you must be a music genius."

"Maybe I am!"

Link said with a smile.

Taylor leaned in and said, "Link, you're now the World Champion and no one can beat you. How about you switch careers and we do music together? After some professional training, maybe you could write even more beautiful songs. Wow, maybe you could become a great music master like Beethoven, Mozart, or Chopin."

Hearing Taylor mention Chopin and Beethoven, Link almost cut off his finger. That was too much pressure for him. He said helplessly, "Don't make random suggestions. I am a boxer. My goal is to become a legendary champion. How could I possibly switch careers before achieving my goal?"

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After becoming the World Champion, he received at least a million dollars per fight, and in the future, it would be even more—over ten million, a hundred million, or even more, deserving the title of a living Money Printing Machine. Switching careers at this stage would be crazy unless there's a hole in his brain.

"But don't you think becoming a great musician is cooler than becoming a legendary boxer?" Taylor said, kicking her feet.

"I don't think so. Is Michael Jackson amazing? Would he be considered a great musician? Strictly speaking, he wouldn't be because times have changed. People's pursuit of art has greatly changed, and there likely will never be another Beethoven or Chopin again.

"Also, have you considered the possibility that I could come up with these two songs precisely because I haven't learned music? Maybe if I had, I couldn't have written them."

Link shrugged his shoulders and said.

After thinking for a bit with blinking eyes, Taylor said, "Okay, I can't refute you for the moment, but with your talent, how can you not understand any music theory? If a melody suddenly comes to mind and you can't express it, that would be such a waste. So, since you're a genius discovered by me, it's my responsibility to teach you.

I don't think you should just learn the guitar, you should also learn some piano. How about we buy a piano?"

"Please spare me, Miss Swift. My fingers almost broke practicing the guitar. I would die practicing the piano."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Link said, trembling with his stiff fingers.

Taylor laughed scornfully, grabbing his palm and said, "No, you won't. Piano is very easy, easier than the guitar. With your talent, maybe in just a few months you could learn it. Trust me, I will be a good piano teacher."

Naturally, Link did not believe the piano would be easier than the guitar, nor did he believe the quick-fisted Taylor would be a patient teacher.

However, if Taylor was willing to teach, he would try to learn. After becoming World Champion, in addition to training, he would have a lot of free time to cultivate some hobbies.

"It's a deal then."

Taylor snapped her fingers and said joyfully.

Link continued cooking.

She turned on "Despacito" again, sat on the counter for a while, and while watching, she commented on the people in the video. She said Link danced well and had a good sense of rhythm, Mario's chest and belly shaking was funny, and James's dancing with his fat jiggling was hilarious.

She commented on every person in the video except for Ivanka.

"Hey, Link, who is this aunt? She has such big breasts. She must have been married and had children, right?"

Taylor paused the video and casually asked, pointing at Ivanka Trump on the screen.

Link glanced over and shook his head, "Ivanka Trump, Tyson and I's match was organized by Trump Entertainment. Miss Trump came over to discuss the match with me, and when she saw us dancing, she joined in for a song."

With her azure fox-like eyes, Taylor looked at him skeptically, "I was just asking if she was married. Why are you telling me all this? Although we're in a relationship, I've never thought about interfering with your work. You don't need to explain these things to me."

Link turned back and quietly watched her. After two seconds of eye contact, Taylor burst out laughing, leaned in, kissed him on the face, and walked out with her laptop.

"Hurry up with the food! I'm starving!"

Link shook his head, lifted the lid off the bubbling pot, and served the seafood chowder into the soup bowl.