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

However, Serigo and he did have things to talk about.

Selig had a much tougher developmental period than Wu Tu back then. Now, Selig is over 1.8 meters tall. Standing next to Wu Tu, people looking at them from behind might think they are a pair of pairs skaters who combine strength and grace.

Of course, Wu Tu was the female companion who was a head shorter than Sherigo.

The little guy didn't realize that he and Sherigo looked like a good match standing together, and that the fans were making strange noises.

The two of them simply stood to one side and chatted briefly.

But gradually, when Wutu raised its head, it found itself surrounded by those popular players.

No, wait, so much time has passed, shouldn't we have forgotten about him by now?

And back then he was a junior competitor, now that he's moved up a group, why are these people remembering him instead?

At that time, his skills were still relatively immature, so why did these skilled players remember him?

The little guy seems unaware that his previous performances are still being used by fans to prove to outsiders that figure skating is not without its appeal.

Although Wu Tu hasn't posted anything or participated in any competitions in the past two years, and everyone has forgotten about him, the moment someone mentions Wu Tu, everyone suddenly remembers him:

Oh, so it was him...

That dancer who danced with his life on the line.

Looking at the surrounded and much-anticipated Wutu, Vahat felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

As Serigo slowly returned, Vahat continued to mutter:

"How is this possible?! How could China possibly have such a talented player?!"

Sherigo glanced at Vahat and said:

"Wu Tu is your senior. When he participated in the competition two years ago, you were still training at the club."

Vahatt: "No way?! He was only a few years old then!"

"He was thirteen years old and won the bronze medal at the World Junior Championships," said Xie Lige.

It seems that Xie Lige was truly captivated by Wu Tu's performance from that time onwards and has been paying close attention to Wu Tu ever since.

He slowly drifted into his memories:

"...I admire his expressive ability, but that's something only he can show; his past life experiences have shaped him."

"Wahhat, perhaps we will never catch up with the talent of the Black Tortoise in our entire lives."

When Vahat heard Shelig's calm remark, he recalled the indifferent look in Uttar's eyes as he looked at him, as if a god were looking at a speck of dust with detachment.

That look left a deep and unforgettable impression on Vahatt.

At the same time, he felt looked down upon, and was extremely angry.

How could he possibly accept that?!

He was jealous of how these admirable players praised Wutu, jealous of their praise for Wutu's strength, and jealous of their envy of Wutu's talent.

Vahat was even more unable to accept that China, which had always been ranked behind, had suddenly become the champion of this competition by relying on the trump card, Wutu!

Moreover, he couldn't help but feel the same sense of urgency as everyone else, as if he were being chased from behind.

It seems like if you're not careful, you'll be overtaken immediately.

As Vahat looked at the Chinese flag raised highest on the podium and at the stadium filled with the vibrant red of China, his competitive spirit was aroused even more.

He will definitely defeat Wutu one day!

Thus, yet another competitor has emerged, aiming to surpass the Black Rabbit.

The little guy was completely focused on the competition and had no idea about the contestants' thought processes. As he slowly began to stand out in the competition, those fans of the "Black Rabbit" fandom, and the twisted fans of the "Black Rabbit" fandom, were quietly born.

After Wutu achieved rankings in one competition after another, it also attracted the attention of the Chinese sports bureau.

It can be said that the current Chinese figure skating team undoubtedly regards the little guy as its pillar and center.

Unfortunately, even during the competition, the little guy didn't rest in China and was still picked up by his father every day to go home to sleep.

This was all because Winston gradually realized that the little guy was growing up and seemed capable of standing on his own. But he really couldn't bear to leave him alone in a foreign country, so he made this decision.

Even the butler was puzzled as to why Mr. Winston was keeping an even closer eye on the young master now that he was all grown up.

Although the butler had witnessed the lives of the father and son and accompanied them when needed, he still couldn't figure out the reason for Mr. Winston's anxiety.

Because the steward failed to pinpoint the problem, even the slow-witted King Wutu himself noticed it.

Even the little guy himself sometimes feels that his dad is too controlling.

But the little guy didn't want Winston to be sad, so he didn't voice his thoughts.

Anyway, he's currently focused entirely on studying, competing, and his family.

However, as time went on, the little guy seemed to notice something was amiss.

Some of the reasons why fathers are so nervous.

He recalled that as he gradually made a name for himself in the competition, he gained more and more fans, both domestically and internationally. Even when the little guy went to school, he would inexplicably receive many letters and gifts from his classmates.

Moreover, this is abroad, a place where the language and ideas are more welcoming than in China.

Wu Tu himself didn't open the letter directly. He just felt that these were important things written to him by his fans, and he wanted to cherish them.

When Wutu got out of school, his father took the heavy letters and gifts from his bag and told him that he could only give these things to him after his father had checked them.

The little guy clearly thought of what happened in the moon, so he could only nod and watch his father take these things away and hand them over to the housekeeper.

The butler smiled at him: "Don't worry, young master, we will definitely not disappoint them."

The little guy was obedient; he was overly controlled by Winston, but he didn't care if his personal space was violated, and he wouldn't even get angry.

It seems that because he has such a good relationship with his father and is so dependent on him, the little guy has never thought there was anything wrong with it.

He can only survive by relying on his father. Apart from his family, no one else is very important to Wutu, so it doesn't matter.

So when Winston returned the gifts, a few letters were missing. The little guy didn't count them, let alone notice.

Winston looked at the letters left with him. The ink on the letters was cold and hard, but the vocabulary was incredibly passionate and obsessive. Between the lines, it was as if the black rabbit was something that existed only in heaven and earth, and he was just short of bringing it home to worship.

Winston struggled to finish reading it, rubbed his temples, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

The butler standing nearby could only offer Winston words of comfort:

"Sir, at least the young master doesn't have any other thoughts right now. He's focused entirely on figure skating and will definitely not be fooled by those shady people."

Winston, with a gloomy face, said in a very hypocritical manner:

"But my child is still young, and I don't think he should see content that contains such strong emotions. These fanatical fans will consume him."

The butler tried to reassure Winston not to be so wary, saying that with so many people protecting him, nothing would happen to him.

So he said, "But they are young people too."

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to be a tolerant parent?"

"Besides, the people who wrote the letter are also the young master's classmates. They are just expressing their admiration and affection for him. They won't do anything wrong. Moreover, the young master is very charming and popular among students. It's perfectly normal for them to like him."

"Also, the young master will have to face these things on his own sooner or later..."

Winston interrupted him: "Anyway, the black tusk is still small."

The butler was somewhat exasperated: "Mr. Winston, you're not going to tell me that when the young master is in his twenties or thirties, you'll still think he's too young, are you?"

Winston thought for a moment: "The little guy is my baby even when he's seventy or eighty. No matter what age he is, he's still my child."