Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Why are you watching videos again? Are you checking out girls dancing?"

On the set of "Valentine's Day," Link was sitting under a sunshade, watching some boxing enthusiasts' training videos.

Taylor leaned over to take a look, saw that it was boxing videos, and shrugged, "Stop watching little clips all day. The doctor said the screens are too small, and they're bad for your eyes."

"Alright, I was just bored, only watched a couple, hey, Emma, have you finished your scenes?"

Link put away his phone and greeted Emma Roberts, who was standing next to Taylor.

Emma Roberts, 18 this year, wasn't even 160 cm tall. Standing next to Taylor, who was 180 cm, she looked even more petite and dainty.

He thought about the other Emmas, remarking that girls named Emma were not tall, yet they had delicate features, each like a little princess.

"Hey, Link, Taylor and I don't have many scenes together, so it was quick," Emma Roberts said with a sweet smile.

"Emma, it's not that we didn't have many scenes, but that our acting was so good, we got it in three takes," Taylor said, draping an arm over Emma's shoulder and grinning proudly.

Link smiled subtly, as Taylor had that personality that went wild with an audience. Her desire to perform was very strong.

Whenever there was an audience around or a camera rolling, she would instantly strike a pose, ready to perform. That was why her stage performances, be they singing or dancing, were always so passionate and highly entertaining.

However, her shortcomings were also very clear: she was lazy when there weren't any audiences—lazy to get out of bed, to do makeup, change clothes, cook, or even shop.

Even in bed, she'd be too lazy to switch positions. It seemed all her passion was on stage and in her music, quite dull in private life.

"Well done, I usually need two or three takes myself; you guys are almost catching up to my level," Link joked.

Taylor rolled her eyes, "Stop acting like you're some seasoned actor, you've only done one movie, even less than Emma has."

Emma chuckled, "Link's acting is really good, he was great in 'Deep Sea Quest.'

Link smiled appreciatively at Emma.

Taylor looked at Emma in surprise, "You watched that awful movie? You definitely got misled by the publicity."

Emma covered her mouth and laughed.

"Mr. Baker, Miss Swift, it's your turn on set,"

Assistant Director Janson called out.

Link and Taylor made their way to the set to film their scenes.

The set was at the University of California, Los Angeles. He played a swim team athlete named Link, and on Valentine's Day, he gave his girlfriend Taylor a polar bear soft toy. Taylor walked around with it, showing off her Valentine's Day gift.

The character he played was muscular and simple-minded, quite indulgent and utterly submissive to his girlfriend.

His role only had thirteen scenes, quicker to shoot than a music video.

"Scene 35, Shot 3, Take 1, Action!"

Director Garry Marshall yelled from behind the monitor.

Director Marshall, an elderly director at 75, hailed from New York.

He had directed famous films like "Pretty Woman," "The Princess Diaries," and "Runaway Bride," specializing in women-centric films, and in "Valentine's Day" the plot also mainly revolved around female characters, with Taylor having more scenes than him.

"NG!"

Before Link could speak on camera, Director Marshall shouted, "Link, perk up. I heard from Director Allen that you aim to be an Oscar Best Actor. With your current performance, it will be tough to achieve that goal."

"Wow!"

Hearing Director Marshall reveal this, the crew emitted a sound of surprise.

Everyone looked at Link curiously. A boxer and singer, who would have thought he also aspired to be an Oscar Best Actor?

His ambition seemed a bit too great.

Link felt helpless, having impulsively dug himself into a hole in front of Director Woody Allen, hoping Allen would forget so he could quietly erase that goal.

After all, becoming an Oscar Best Actor was no easy feat.

Those who had won usually had to gain weight, lose weight, look ugly, change their gender, or become perverted—almost a destructive way of performance, sacrificing their health and body to the Oscars.

Link admitted he couldn't do it, feeling hesitant about the goal.

Now that Director Marshall knew and had exposed it in front of everyone, he couldn't deny it.

"Dear, you want to be an Oscar Best Actor? Are you thinking of bringing home a little golden man to raffle off to your fans, haha!"

Taylor laughed mercilessly.

Link shrugged, looked at the old man Marshall, and said, "I understand, Director Marshall, from now on, please hold me to the standards of an Oscar Best Actor."

Hearing his words, Director Marshall's under eyes twitched.

Link's acting was mediocre at best. Holding him to the standards of an Oscar Best Actor, this scene wouldn't pass even after a hundred takes, and such a commercial film didn't require such high-level acting skills.

"Alright! Let's start!"

"Scene 35, Shot 3, Take 2, Action!"

The clapperboard snapped.

Link and Taylor began to act. Taylor walked over, holding a big polar bear, placed it on the railing, her hair tied in a golden ponytail, and dressed in a plaid shirt and blue jeans, just like her regular attire.

"Have you been holding it the whole time?"

Link, donned in a white collared shirt and jeans, looked handsome and sunny, extremely pleasing to the eye on camera.

Director Marshall saw his profile and secretly marveled at how accurate Director Woody Allen's eye for talent was.

Link's face was very handsome, flawless from any angle, like a crafted piece of art.

His face and eyes carried a certain artistic quality, making one feel that the person behind this face was brimming with stories.

It was this quality that made his handsomeness even more profound and intriguing.

It was a pity he had no suitable roles recently, otherwise he would definitely compete with Director Allen for the lead actor.

"Yes!"

Taylor patted the plush toy and asked, leaning on the railing, "Do you like this gift?"

"I haven't opened it yet."

Link picked up the pink gift box, Taylor's Valentine's Day present to him.

"Open it and see."

Taylor waved his hand urging him on.

Link gave a gentle smile, about to open the box, when he heard Director Marshall shout:

"NG!"

"Link, don't adopt your usual expression while acting; your expression just now told the audience you knew what was inside without opening it. I need a bit of curiosity and anticipation. Can you do that?"

"Sorry, I can!"

Link said.

"Double NG!"

Taylor held up two fingers, teasingly stated, "Future Oscar Best Actor, sir, shall I teach you how to act? At this rate, when will you ever get that Oscar statuette?"

"Don't get cocky; I'll seriously act next, and you be careful not to get outshined."

"Hmph, as if I'd be afraid of you."

Taylor dismissed with a sniff of his nose.

"Scene 35, Shot 3, Take 3, Action!"

The script supervisor clapped the slate again.

Link picked up the box, unwrapped the colorful ribbon, revealing a sports t-shirt inside. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"This... this is my training shirt."

"Yes, but I had your lucky number printed on the back."

Taylor picked up the t-shirt and spread it out to show the number on the back, a red '13'.

"That's your lucky number."

Link said resignedly.

"Don't you like it?"

Taylor frowned unhappily.

"No, not at all, I really like it, I can't wait to wear it."

Link quickly explained.

Taylor hugged him happily, "Then put it on now."

"Now? We're in a public place, isn't undressing here a bit inappropriate?"

Link hesitantly said.

Taylor immediately pulled a face, clearly not pleased.

"Hey, I promise I'll put it on in a bit, okay?"

"OK!"

Taylor started smiling again.

"Cut!"

"Let's do another take, Link, I hope you can perform better this time."

Director Marshall shouted.

Link responded with a resigned OK.

"Three NGs, is this how you said you'd outshine me?"

Taylor couldn't help but laugh.

"I said later tonight."

"You're awful!"

Taylor hit him with the stuffed bear, Link raised his hand to block it, then heard the script supervisor call the scene, and he began to act seriously again.

"Scene 35, Take 2, Action!"