Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Mr. Baker, the SAT results are out. Have you checked yours?"

As Link came out of the music studio, a young man dressed as a reporter, holding a camera, ran out of the coffee shop across the street and blocked his path.

Link, holding the car door, asked, "The SAT results are out?"

"Yes, they came out yesterday, Mr. Baker. Why don’t you check them now?" the young man said with a smile.

Link smiled slightly. He had been busy with filming these days and had forgotten about the exam. He took out his phone and called Anna, asking her to check online via her computer.

"Link, guess how much you scored?"

Anna asked in a light tone.

"Is it a thousand? If not, don’t bother telling me. I have reporters here."

"1360."

Link said, surprised.

Anna explained with a laugh that he had almost perfect scores in reading and grammar, nearly full marks in the math section with a calculator, only losing more marks in the last part.

Link was very satisfied with his score. Although not perfect, it was still quite good. Those more than twenty sets of practice exams hadn’t been done in vain.

"Mr. Baker, you scored 1360?"

The reporter hurriedly asked.

"Yes!"

"Mr. Baker, congratulations, will you continue with college?"

"Still considering it, I will have my agency make an announcement when I decide."

Link replied with a couple of sentences, waved his hand, and sat in his car.

Before he even returned to his Yorkville apartment, there was already a news report on Yahoo about his SAT score. It stated that while working and studying, he managed to score 1360, labeling him a hidden scholar and suggesting teenagers should learn from him.

Then Link’s phone exploded with calls, the first of which was from Taylor, asking if he really scored 1360.

"Of course. As a public figure, I can’t just make up a score to fool the public."

Link said while opening the door of his apartment.

"Dear, you’re amazing. Just doing a few sets of questions and you score that much. What if I took the SAT? How much would I score?"

Taylor asked.

"Definitely higher than me. You are so clever, and for you, the SAT is ’So easy!’"

"Hmph, with such sweet talk, are you cheating on me behind my back?"

"Haha, how could I? I just got off the plane; what could I possibly cheat on?"

Link laughed nervously, silently praising Taylor’s sharpness—perhaps a sixth sense. It would be better not to have another incident like with Amy Adams.

"That’s not necessarily true. Last time I just went out shopping and you ended up shooting a popular music video. In half a day in New York, you could have ten dates."

"Stop joking; why don’t you come to New York too? I just got into the apartment, it’s rather lonely by myself."

"In a few days maybe, I’ve got a lot of work these days."

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Link asked about work-related matters; Big Machine Records was still promoting Taylor’s second album, ’Fearless’.

In March, as Mercedes-Benz chose ’Dream it Possible’ as their advertising theme song, and with the United Nations Children’s Fund also using it as their official promotion song, this track once again topped the Billboard singles chart, staying on the chart for 22 weeks.

And with the third promotional single ’You Belong with Me,’ it became last week’s Billboard radio songs chart topper with 1.17 billion audience impressions, winning the championship for two consecutive weeks.

Taylor also became the first female artist to top the Billboard radio music chart with a country music single.

’Fearless’ sold over 8 million copies worldwide and was expected to hit the 10 million mark that year.

With the album continuing to sell well, Taylor’s schedule became even busier, and she was currently in Nashville attending a country music festival.

After chatting for a while and hanging up, Ivanka called about the exam issue.

"Link, did you cheat?"

Ivanka asked bluntly.

"Cheat on the SAT? I could score over 1300 with my eyes closed. Actually, I admire some people who study in school for seven or eight years, take the exams seriously, and still only manage to score just over 1000. That’s a harder feat than mine."

"Link Baker! What are you talking about?!"

From the microphone, Ms. Ivanka’s voice was icy, as if she were speaking through gritted teeth.

Link felt a chill down his spine and thought that he better not offend her, recalling the methods she had used on Kanye and others last time.

"Ivanka, I was just joking."

"Hmph, Graham just called to say you wrote over ten great songs again, similar to ’give me reason’, enough to produce another album. If you had so many good songs, why didn’t you bring them out earlier instead of making me keep pushing you?"

"Ivanka, writing songs takes time. It’s not like I just sit on them once they’re done."

Link quickly explained.

"Also, there’s something else. I’ve recently taken an interest in two singers, come over when you have time to check them out together."

"Really? Just sign them if you like them, you have great taste and I trust you."

"Just come over when I tell you to, no fussing."

"Alright!"

Link heard that she hadn’t hung up yet and asked, "Ivanka, you seem in a bad mood, what happened?"

From the microphone, Ivanka snorted softly and said in a sultry voice, "There’s a man pursuing me, but I don’t want to get too entangled with him. What should I do?"

Link, recalling the many wealthy heirs at that party, asked, "Do you need me to play interference?"

There was silence from Ivanka for a while, "Forget it, I can handle this. Just focus on your work and don’t mess around outside. If you need a woman, I can arrange that for you."

"Er, I haven’t been messing around."

"You better not have."

Ivanka then rudely hung up the phone first.

Link wiped his forehead, feeling helpless, thinking how, despite being an Olympic champion, world boxing champion, popular singer, and almost a millionaire, he could still sweat nervously while talking to a woman on the phone.

This woman was too domineering.

After hanging up, his phone showed twelve missed calls, over fifty messages and MSN notifications from Selena, Ms. Mandy, Dino, Gal Gadot, Franco, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez, Lady Gaga, Amber, and more.

Most messages playfully congratulated him on his good test results, congratulated him for becoming a college student, and called him a ’study master’.

Just as he was about to reply to the messages, a beautiful round face popped up on his screen, it was Selena calling.

"Selena, are you going to congratulate me? Thanks, I received it."

"Hmph!"

With a nasal tone, Selena said discontentedly, "You jerk, who allowed you to score so high? You’re so busy and still score so high, what am I supposed to do? Sob, Link, you must write me one, no, three songs to make it up to me."

Link chuckled softly, "You’re taking the SAT next year, right? If you score higher than me, I’ll write you three songs."

"Higher than 1360? That’s really tough," Selena said softly, sounding troubled.

"Don’t you want to beat me? You can’t do it by fighting or singing, the only way you can beat me is the SAT, so girl, step it up!"

Link laughed.

"... Okay, I accept this challenge, I definitely must defeat you in the SAT exam," Selena said confidently.

Selena then asked him a few more questions about the exam before passing the phone to Catherine.

Catherine asked him which university he was planning to attend and what major he was considering.

Link thought about it, realizing he didn’t have time to study at school like other students and wouldn’t be able to earn enough credits, so a sports-related major would be easier; just getting good results in sports competitions would be enough to graduate.

So he planned to pursue a sports-related undergraduate degree and might double-major if he had spare time to broaden his knowledge. If he wanted to learn more, he would consider applying for a graduate program in another field after graduating to pursue a doctorate.

When Selena heard that he wanted to go for a PhD in the future, she screamed, "Are you crazy?"

Catherine, however, admired his thoughts, thinking it was a great idea and suggested Selena should also aim for a PhD in the future.

Amidst Selena’s protests, Link contentedly hung up, surprisingly finding that the fourth incoming call was from ’Mario’.

"Mario, did you see my SAT results too? Thanks, I got your congrats."

"SAT? What’s that?"

Mario muttered, "Link, last time you said you’d come to watch my game; now I’m in the semi-finals, when will you come?"

It turned out to be about that, he acknowledged he knew, and promised he would be there tomorrow.

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