Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 105 Despacito

"Hey, Simon, who's that girl? She's got an amazing figure."

On the beach, Michael held a beer and gazed at Link's figure, bumping into Simon to ask.

"You know the Thompson International Hotel at Palm Beach? That's her family's place."

Simon said this, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music.

"Wow, the Miss of the Thompson Family? She's a real heiress. Is Link going to ask her out? Damn, I wish I were Link."

Michael looked at Miss Ivanka's explosive figure, her exquisite dress, and her superior deanor, a top-tier rich and beautiful girl; no one would not want to date her, Link the lucky bastard.

"Link is so cool, changing his girlfriend every month, and each one is beautiful," said Daniel, eyeing Link and Ivanka under the sun umbrella; one handso and masculine, the other voluptuous and pretty, obviously well-matched.

"Are they really going on a date? I don't think it's a good idea; the Thompson family is too rich, and Link is just a poor guy. They are not suited for each other."

Jas said, frowning.

"Don't speculate; they're just talking about work," Simon interjected.

"Talking about work doesn't interfere with dating," Michael shrugged and shouted to Link, "Hey, Link, co dance and bring your new girlfriend."

"Link won't co; he likes to sit by himself and watch the fun," Daniel said.

But to everyone's surprise, this ti Link ca over with Ivanka.

"Link, you... you guys are going to dance?"

Michael looked at Link in astonishnt, then at the voluptuous Ivanka beside him; she was just far enough to seem pretty and fiery, making one unable to help flirting.

But when she ca closer, seeing her tall figure, high-end dress, and noble deanor, he felt a bit nervous, not daring to stare at her.

"Yes, moving a bit wouldn't hurt," Link said to Ivanka nearby.

"Link, if you can't dance, don't force it; mind you don't hurt your toes again," Jas said, grabbing Link's arm.

"Haha, I rember last year's carnival; he tried to show off in front of Lina but ended up twisting his ankle," laughed Daniel.

Ivanka gave a slight smile and said to Link, "You have a match coming up, don't force yourself if you can't dance."

Link glanced at Jas and Daniel. It was true that Link couldn't dance, but he himself was not inept at it.

It had been said that a boxer who couldn't dance wasn't a good boxer; a good boxer must have trained in dance steps.

For example, 'Sugar Ray Robinson's fancy dance moves, Boxer Ali's 'Butterfly Dance Step,' and Britain's boxing 'Prince' Hamad's whimsical steps, all derived from tap dancing.

Normally in training, he would also follow the rhythm of the songs, practicing steps and rhythms; dancing was naturally not difficult for him.

However, Ivanka had a point; he needed to be careful before a match. Seeing the guitar hanging on Michael, "How about you guys dance and I'll sing?"

"Link, what song are you going to sing?"

Michael handed him the guitar, just a regular one worth a few hundred US Dollars.

Link looked around; this was the beach, everyone was dancing Latin dances, and Latin dance music was playing over the speakers, with many curvy Latin girls among the crowd.

He suddenly rembered a familiar Spanish song; back when he was training for boxing, he liked to listen to songs with a strong rhythm, punching the punching bag in ti with the beat, changing his stepping continuously — this was also one of his training thods.

The rhythm of that song was great, with a marked Latin dance music style, and it was also one of his regular practice tracks, listened to more than a few hundred tis.

Back then, he only listened to the rhythm, not understanding the lyrics; now that he had learned Spanish through Link, he instantly grasped the aning of the lyrics when he rembered them.

Link asked Michael to turn down the speaker volu, plucked the guitar strings, and began to sing while recalling the lyrics:

Oh yeah

Ya ya estás gustando más de lo normal

Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más

Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

Despacito

"Wow, that sounds aweso; what is this song, Link? I have never heard it before?"

Michael asked, surprised.

"Be quiet! Let's hear Link sing!"

Daniel covered his mouth and said.

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Ivanka felt the rhythm was great, and she couldn't help swaying her shoulders lightly along with it.

Simon looked at Link in surprise; aside from boxing well, who knew he could sing so nicely.

He suddenly thought this was excellent promotional material, quickly ran back to his car, took out a handheld video cara, turned on the microphone, and began filming Link.

Link strumd the guitar while singing, with Ivanka, chubby Jas, Michael, and Daniel surrounding him, all rocking their bodies.

Oh!

You, you are the magnet, and I am the tal you attract.

I was getting closer to you, ticulously planning.

Thoughts compelled to quicken my pace.

Despacito

"Wow, that's so cool!"

Others, hearing Link sing, also ran over and began to dance various Latin dance steps to the rhythm of the music.

"Their dancing is not up to par, to see real Latin dance, watch ."

Mario ran over from the side, stood in front of Link, and flaunted his plump chest and big belly to the cara.

Though he was heavy, he danced well, had a great sense of rhythm, and suddenly beca the most eye-catching besides the lead singer Link and the beauty Ivanka.

Reggie helplessly shook his head and also went to twist a bit; he lived in a Latin community where there was a carnival every year, and most young n and won there knew how to dance a few steps.

Link sang the chorus twice, growing more fluent, and even joined everyone in dancing while singing; his footwork was very agile and rhythmic. Ivanka couldn't help but follow his moves and swayed her ample hips.

By the fourth repeat, everyone had morized a few lines of the song and sang loudly along.

Despacito

Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito

I want to breathe gently by your neck

Deja que te diga cosas al oido

Let whisper sweet nothings in your ear

Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

"That's fantastic!"

Simon, looking at the footage on the cara, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

In the video, Link stood in the middle with a guitar, singing and dancing. Next to him was the curvaceous Ivanka, dressed in a Chanel knee-length skirt and high heels, conservatively swaying her shoulders.

Beside them were the overweight Jas, slender Daniel, shirtless cool street dancer Michael, ever scene-stealing big-bellied Mario, and the earnestly dancing Reggie.

On the beach, hundreds of Latinx, black, and white individuals followed the rhythm of the music, dancing the passionate Latin dance by the bonfires.

The scene looked both vibrant and amusing.

Simon fild and cheered loudly.

After dancing for half an hour, everyone was sweating profusely.

"Link, what is this song? I've never heard it before. Is it available online? I'd like to play it at my store."

Daniel, wiping his sweat, ca over and asked.

Michael, Sarez, and a few others vigorously nodded in agreent.

"It's a secret for now; I'll tell you about it after a while."

Link took two bottles of water and handed one to Miss Ivanka.

"Whose song is this? I also want to buy a record of it."

Miss Ivanka, dripping with sweat, her fitted dress clinging tighter, making her curves look even more sensual and appealing, and her body emitting a strong scent.

Link laughed and said, "I just saw everyone dancing, and this song suddenly ca to my mind. What do you think?"

"Are you serious?"

Ivanka asked in surprise.

Link smiled and shrugged his shoulders without further explanation.

"Link, take a look at this video, I'm planning to edit it and post it on YouTube to let your boxing fans know more about you."

Simon ca over, opened the video recorder, and said.

The cara had a sound pickup, and both the audio and video were quite clear.

Link watched it once, felt it was pretty good, "Post it in a couple of days. Let register the copyright first, then help find a recording studio; I'm planning to record a sample."

"Sure, no problem, I can contact soone today."

Simon nodded repeatedly. A world champion releasing an original single sounded very catchy, and since the song sounded great, it might have a good chance of becoming a hit. If the song beca popular, Link's fa would surely rise to the next level.

"Link, sing it again! Sing it again!"

Daniel, Michael, and a few others called out loudly.

Link agreed, slung his guitar over his shoulder, and walked into the crowd to start singing again.

Despacito

Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito

Deja que te diga cosas al oido

Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

Despacito

Ivanka, with her arms folded, quietly watched him sing and dance so naturally and casually, not at all like a multimillionaire or world boxing champion. She found him increasingly interesting.