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

Although Wutu felt he was very mediocre, in the eyes of others, he already possessed a talent that no one else could match.

Because figure skating requires a lot of early training, if you want to develop in this direction, you should start training on the ice at least from the age of five or six. The earlier you get on the ice, the better you can develop your sense of the ice and your skating ability.

For someone like Wu Tu, who only started skating at the age of twelve, that's already very, very late.

The little guy had a special ability in his memory; he remembered that his father hired a coach for him in his memory, and he also remembered the moves he learned in his memory.

In addition, the little guy has practiced in his mind hundreds of times, and his innate sense of coolness and expressiveness are enough to make him stand out among his peers.

He devoted all his time outside of studying and resting to training.

Because Wu Tu didn't want to fall behind, he didn't want to disappoint his family.

Winston was worried that he was overdoing it, after all, the little guy had only been recovered for a short time.

But the little guy was even more resilient than Winston had imagined.

Compared to the beatings he had suffered before, the constant hunger and kneeling punishments imposed by his aunt, and the bullying he endured at school, this little bit of suffering was nothing.

Perhaps it's because the black tu has been abused for so long that its tolerance is stronger than that of ordinary people.

Even though he fell and bruised himself all over the ice, the little guy didn't cry or make a sound.

Winston was heartbroken to see this.

Like someone with painlessness, Wu Tu wouldn't stop even if he was covered in wounds that were shocking to behold.

When Winston saw the black tusk, a pang of regret welled up inside him.

If he had known, he would have kept the little guy at home and let him be a happy parasite. It wouldn't have been so bad. Given Wu Tu's spending habits, he could have supported Wu Tu for ten lifetimes.

Winston had no expectations that Ulquiorra would achieve anything.

His very existence was the greatest gift in Winston's life.

Even with Winston's words, he couldn't stop the black clown.

Because of the constant influence of his family environment that demanded a high level of self-worth, Wu Tu now definitely wants to show his father:

Black worms are useful.

It has value.

So we can't lose him in the future.

Just as the little guy ran off to practice again, Kaylan walked over and said to Winston:

"The little guy is already at a level where he can participate in some competitions. We can let him try more. How he performs in the competitions will determine whether he can continue to develop in this direction in the future."

Kailan was also afraid that if Wutu exerted too much force and put too much pressure on itself, it would fall and hurt even more.

He continued:

"There's just one more thing we need to talk to the little guy about."

……

When the game ended, his hair was ruffled by sweat, and Lilith braided it into a plait behind his ear. Combined with his delicate, still-developing features, it made him look even more like a soft, cuddly little girl.

He hopped up to Winston on his ice skates, bumped into him, and wiped the sweat off his dad.

"She's being coquettish again."

Winston helplessly took a tissue to wipe the child's sweat and led him to sit beside him. The little guy kept his head resting against Winston's back.

He wouldn't cry out in pain or complain of being tired. This one action was his way of showing a little grievance and acting spoiled in front of his father.

Winston pinched the back of his exposed neck, and the little guy sat up straight, watching his father naturally kneel down in front of him, reaching out to check the little guy's ankle to see if he was injured.

The black leopard's pain tolerance was so high that Winston was afraid he wouldn't be able to tell which injuries were serious and which were not.

While he was examining the little creature, Kailan naturally handed the black rabbit some water, saying:

"Honey, although we asked you once before, this time it's more important, so I need to ask you again."

"Are you really not going to change your nationality or your immigration status?"

"Honey, we're not saying there's anything wrong with China. It's just that discrimination exists in figure skating."

"This sport has long been dominated by Russian and Western influences, and Asians are indeed at a disadvantage. Moreover, the judges are also dominated by Westerners, who tend to favor their own people."

"If you don't change your nationality, you'll face more obstacles in the competition than you imagine."

Without even thinking, Wu Tu refused.

"don't want……"

The little guy shook his head, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Even though his family of origin treated him badly, and even though he suffered a lot, the knowledge he learned in textbooks, his sense of identity from childhood, and his love for his mother all made him believe that he was absolutely Chinese.

"If Chinese players don't have an advantage and rarely win championships... wouldn't the odds be better if I were one of them?"

The little guy asked in a low voice.

Kaylan was stumped by the question.

They may not be able to understand the strong sense of cohesion and identity in China, but they were also deeply moved by the little guy's words.

Even if it's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, the little guy firmly believes that a single spark can start a prairie fire.

Seeing that Kaylan didn't know how to answer for a moment, Winston stood by the child, supporting him, and began his fatherly, blind indulgence again:

"If you don't want to change it, then you don't have to. You are my child, and you also belong to China. Everyone will be proud of you."

The little guy nodded, his face serious, trying his best to appear as a mature and reliable young adult.

He seemed eager to grow up quickly and become powerful so that he could repay his father and let his father lean on his broad chest.

But actually, his appearance only makes people want to pinch his round face even more.

The black rabbit was adorable to begin with, and Winston was very attentive to his child, so the whole family accompanied him to the games without the coach having to take him.

Winston looked at the little guy, so tiny, carrying a big backpack and a small water bottle, about to embark on his adventures. He felt both adorable and heartbroken.

He seemed even more nervous than the little guy, making the little guy too embarrassed to admit he was nervous.

However, during his match, Wu Tu was unaware that there were also Chinese ice hockey fans in the audience watching the game.

They were watching figure skaters from other countries when they suddenly heard an announcement over the loudspeaker:

"Representative China, Wu Tu (乌菟)."

They all perked up when they heard familiar words.

But when they subconsciously looked into the ice rink, trying to find a familiar face, they realized that the little guy in front of them seemed to be someone they had never seen before.

Utu wore a white costume adorned with rubies. Because figure skating involves large movements, the costumes are made of as little fabric as possible, emphasizing a combination of beauty and understated elegance, with a close-fitting cut.

This way, the athletes' movements during their performance will not be obscured, nor will it hinder their actions.

This Costan dress weighs only 700 grams and is made of the finest silk, expensive Padparadscha rubies, and thousands of feathers.

It made the boy's figure appear tall, slender, and graceful.

His performance outfit was inspired by his first performance on the ice rink—that free, tearful white bird. The video of that performance still enjoys immense popularity online.

The black worm wants to redefine the beauty and hope in its life once again.

The audience members present were all amazed by the little guy's good looks.

He filled out the clothes perfectly; one could say the clothes were an embellishment to his androgynous face.

He was like an innocent elf, possessing a beauty detached from worldly affairs.

But when the little guy started gliding and jumping, everyone was amazed by his incredible basic skills, which were so hard they seemed to be able to break through the ground.

"It's a triple Axel!!! He's so young, yet he can pull off such a difficult jump!"

The Chinese ice hockey fans nearby couldn't sit still any longer: "Could it be that after waiting for more than ten years, enduring a period of scarcity, our nation has finally received a stroke of good fortune?!"

They were incredibly excited, uploading videos and spreading the news while searching for information about the little guy on the official website.

But they couldn't find a team in the provincial team, and they couldn't find a team in the national team either...

wrong!

Our little figure skating prodigy, our child, and she even registered her nationality as Chinese, so why is there no news about her on the official website?

and many more!

They watched as the little guy finished the competition and walked off the field with a tall, handsome, blond, blue-eyed foreigner.

Are Chinese children now being raised by people from other countries?!