The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

When Winston heard this, he found it somewhat amusing.

How could a black clown be a monster like him?

Only now, when Winston saw the black rabbit's eyes and saw his own reflection in them, did he finally understand.

So this is the expression I had when I took the seat of the family head.

It's neither disgusting nor cold.

It was taken for granted, just like a monarch.

Like a tyrant who displays his desires without reservation.

Winston, faced with his beloved youngest son baring his fangs at him with barely concealed intent to eliminate the threat.

Even when the little guy tried to hiss and show off in front of him, he would still look at the black rabbit with a look of satisfaction, as if he saw the child suddenly develop the awareness of hunting on its own, and come back with a morsel of food on its short legs.

This was almost as if the little guy could take care of himself, which brought comfort to the old father.

At this moment, Winston will once again choose to back down from his bottom line.

Because his bottom line is the black rabbit.

"Okay. Dad promises you, you can decide this yourself."

Seeing the emotion in Winston's eyes, Wu Tu thought her father was sad and quickly said:

"I'll only participate once. I just want to see the view from the top. I just want to jump, to cut off everything that's holding me back, and to prove that I can reach that goal."

"I'll only give it my all this time. No matter what the outcome is after this, I'll stop and prioritize my health."

Winston patted his head:

"No matter what you do, Dad will support you."

Even if the little guy said he wanted the family inheritance right now, Winston would probably give it up without hesitation.

For Winston, the black clown was more important than anything else.

Compared to the empire Winston had painstakingly built in the first half of his life, it was clear that his living, breathing child was more important.

It was after Winston met the little black crow that everything in Winston's life became meaningful.

That's why Winston always puts him first.

So even if the little guy was really going to run and bang his head against the wall until he was bleeding, Winston could only helplessly prepare all the first aid measures and stand by his side to bang his head against the wall with him.

The little guy finally got a satisfactory answer. Like a cat that had been given special permission by its owner after being pampered, it happily rubbed against Winston twice before running off with light, quick steps.

Winston shook his head.

He was initially remarking on how much the little guy had grown since he started.

But now it seems like he's still just a child...

……

From this moment on, Wu Tu began its arduous journey of recovery.

Moreover, he still couldn't jump with his right foot, and it would be difficult for him to recover in a short time. So after discussing with Yu Jue and the other coaches, they all agreed that it would be better to give up on his right foot and switch back to jumping with his left foot.

Although Wu Tu managed to regain his balance on the ice with his left foot through repeated falls during the competition, he had almost completely forgotten that understanding because he hadn't practiced on the ice for a long time...

So for Wutu, this time, it's starting from scratch again.

Furthermore, jumping was one of Wutu's weaker areas. When he went to the competition, there were even a few types of jumps he hadn't mastered yet. His coach made a choice to have him focus on practicing only one type.

So now, Wutu can only search for its former self again and again through monotonous, repetitive jumping and basic exercises.

Two whole years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because the little one also encountered a developmental hurdle during this period, which is the most difficult hurdle for athletes.

Those constantly changing physical data can greatly affect his athletic performance.

Although this was not the situation Wutu had anticipated, it was something he could not avoid.

Because the little guy had suffered from malnutrition and a serious illness, he looked thinner and shorter than his peers even though he was only a teenager.

After Winston fed him, he gained a little weight, and his belly and thighs became softer.

However, this also means that the little one's developmental hurdles will come earlier and be more painful than others.

After enduring prolonged abuse, extreme protection of vital organs, and long-term energy storage, his body finally realized one day that it was well-nourished and could grow unrestrained. That's why it suddenly erupted, growing wildly, trying to get rid of all the pain and cracks it had suffered.

The little guy also started to grow taller very quickly.

However, what followed was that the little guy could hear the creaking and grinding of his bones as he grew while he slept at night.

Therefore, his growing pains also broke out without warning.

During the day, the little one has to train and constantly readjust his center of gravity, and at night he has to endure the terrible growing pains. Under this pressure, the little guy is on the verge of a breakdown.

When he was awakened by pain in the middle of the night, he touched his face and found it covered in tears.

The pain of the memories surged like a tide, and he stared helplessly at the ceiling, thinking that he had returned to the painful past.

He found the watch that his father had left on his bedside table while he was putting the child to sleep.

The little one sobbed as he knocked on his father's bedroom door.

The little guy, wearing his pajamas and soaked from the rain, stood pitifully at Winston's door, saying he was in so much pain and so tired.

Winston felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this, and all he could do was reach out and hug the little one tightly.

But the black cat was content with just that hug.

Even late at night, when Wutu bothers her father without warning or reason, her father shows no anger or helplessness.

He simply carried the little guy into the bathtub, gave him a hot bath, and then carried him into bed, holding his knees and ankles, and patiently and gently massaging them little by little.

Feeling the dry, warm body heat of his father on his knees, and the pain relieved by the massage, the little guy finally fell into a deep sleep.

During the six months when the little one experienced the most frequent growing pains, Wu Tu spent those nights like this.

During that time, Winston also got used to leaving a light on for the little one, and getting used to the little guy waking up in the middle of the night, needing comfort, massage, coaxing, and a midnight snack.

What flows in the silent night is Winston's profound paternal love.

Even Winston has gotten used to it.

By the time he came to his senses, the little guy had already grown to Winston's chest.

However, the doctor also said that due to nutritional deficiencies in childhood, this is probably the tallest the black ox could grow.

The little guy was secretly a little disappointed when he heard the news.

Because it's now a certainty that he will become the shortest member of the family.

Even Helena and Lilith are taller than him!

But Yu Jue and the others were also happy about this.

Being short means jumping will be easier.

In figure skating, the smaller the physique, the greater the advantage.

If someone who is 1.8 or 1.9 meters tall were to practice figure skating, it would be very difficult to control the axis of rotation for jumps. In addition, they would be heavier, which would put more strain on their knees. Consequently, their professional careers would be shorter.

In short, when the little guy saw Yu Jue and the others celebrating that he hadn't grown very tall, although he understood the reason, he still felt a little resentful compared to his family's height.

However, this feeling was quickly overshadowed by the tension brought on by the new competition.

After such a long time, Wu Tu finally crawled out of the mud step by step and stepped back onto the field.

He was ready to face the deafening cheers and applause.

But who knew that, as several years passed, fewer and fewer athletes recognized him on the field, and the audience almost forgot about his existence. Perhaps only Wutu's die-hard fans still remembered him.

So when they saw that China had sent an unknown, unfamiliar face, they were still muttering to themselves:

"What's wrong? Is China planning to give up and send a rookie player to embarrass itself?"