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

Just as the head coach was wondering what was going on, a phone call came in.

It was the voice of his old friend, the coach who had been coaching the provincial team.

I was extremely excited and thrilled.

"Old Yu, look!! Go watch the broadcast! A kid won the regional championship, it's our son!"

In such international events, whenever a person of Asian descent or Chinese appearance appears, the audience will naturally feel a sense of goodwill and consider them one of their own.

Because no matter what internal conflicts or regional issues there are, once we cross national borders, we are all one family and stand united against external forces.

So how could anyone not be excited to see their own child receive a gold medal in an international competition and stand on the podium singing the national anthem?!

Upon hearing this, head coach Yu Jue trembled as he clicked on the live broadcast. The internet speed in China was a bit slower, but he could still see the little guy standing on the podium, holding up the gold medal and singing the national anthem with a blank expression.

He's still just a kid.

He looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

At just the age when they are able to participate in competitions, they have already won glory for the country.

He's a good kid.

Yu Jue looked down and flipped through the replay.

He was incredibly excited after watching Wu Tu's short program and free skate.

Before, it was pride; now it's just pure excitement at the sight of something new.

What a promising talent!

At such a young age, he already possesses the ability to conquer difficult jumps; under his guidance, he will definitely have a bright future!

The head coach was very excited. He wanted to ask the boy which provincial team he was from, who his coach was, and when it would be convenient for him to come to the capital for training. However, when he asked his friend, the other person hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

"I checked, and apparently... apparently this child wasn't recommended by our figure skating association."

"It's an association from abroad..."

"That kid seems to have been practicing skating at a club abroad."

Yu Jue found it absurd after hearing it.

Such promising talents, born and raised in China, why are they training abroad? The figure skating environment abroad is better than in China, but can those people be as dedicated to the children as they are?

How much hardship and suffering must non-citizens endure to make a name for themselves in the international figure skating world?

What were those child's parents thinking?!

Yu Jue immediately gave the order:

"Make sure you communicate well with the reporter who contacted you. Ask them to find out the specifics of the child's situation! I'll report this immediately as well. We'll offer whatever conditions are necessary to get that child back home!"

The person on the other end nodded repeatedly.

By the time the reporter received another call from China, the awards ceremony had already ended.

Due to health reasons, Wu Tu applied to the organizing committee to no longer participate in the subsequent performance skiing.

When the organizing committee saw the little guy's medical examination report, they were even more amazed that he was a miracle.

Despite having suffered from a serious illness, Wu Tu was able to stand on the field on his own.

This was the first time Wutu had received so many people's sympathetic looks and encouragement.

Even though those unfamiliar uncles and aunts didn't know his past experiences or his suffering, they showed expressions of heartache simply because he had been sick.

It turns out there are so many people in the world who like him...

It turns out that all his previous suffering could not be easily covered up by ridicule.

Even though he always says he doesn't need to care, in other people's eyes, these are not jokes, and they are not funny at all.

They would only feel sorry for him.

The little guy, panting, followed his father and thanked everyone in the circle. With everything taken care of, he and his family could finally go home.

The game is over, and it still feels like a dream.

Wu Tu stared at his hands in disbelief. He sat on a bench in the lounge, his face flushed an unnatural red, clearly exhausted from exerting all his strength.

Winston didn't want the little guy to get tired anymore, so he personally packed the little guy's things and helped him change his clothes.

Just then, a reporter rushed in from outside the door.

It was that Chinese journalist.

He looked at the little guy in the lounge and sighed:

"Thankfully, I made it in time..."

Winston's first reaction was to shield the black rabbit behind him.

However, his attitude softened slightly after he saw the press pass hanging around the reporter's neck and noticed that it was written in Chinese.

Because he respected the little guy's results in the competition and didn't want the reporter from China to leave a bad impression on Wutu.

Wu Tu's long and arduous efforts should be seen by everyone, and by China.

Winston immediately spoke in Chinese:

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

The reporter was taken aback, not expecting Winston to speak Chinese, and quite fluently at that.

However, he couldn't care less about that at the moment and quickly explained:

"I am a reporter from China. I would like to ask why the Uluwatu athlete is representing our country in the competition, but has never trained in China?"

Winston pursed his lips, making his features appear even sharper.

His expression turned serious.

Sure enough, someone was bound to ask this question.

Winston didn't give a direct answer because he wouldn't say anything if the little guy didn't want to.

But Winston offered another explanation:

"Wu Tu is my child, I am his father, he lives with me, so he has been training at the club here."

"But the child also identifies as a Chinese and wants to fight for China."

"As the child's father, I support him unconditionally."

Winston spoke calmly, but he also completely thwarted the reporter's idea of ​​luring Wu Tu back to China.

He kept emphasizing that Wutu couldn't live without him, making him seem like a very controlling parent.

The reporter was initially quite worried, fearing that the little guy was being used by these people.

But the next second, the crow, who was hiding behind Winston, reached out and hugged Winston's waist, closed her eyes, and fell asleep right there next to her father.

Once the little guy was exhausted, he couldn't hold on any longer and desperately needed to catch up on sleep.

But he felt insecure outside and couldn't sleep at all.

Only when leaning against his father and covered with his coat can the little one close his eyes and fall asleep peacefully.

Seeing that the little guy was really sleepy, Winston apologized and reached out to hug him.

Well, judging from how much Wu Tu relies on his father, you can tell that the father and son have an incredibly good relationship.

Kalan, standing nearby, was still muttering resentfully:

"Why should I have to sleep next to Winston? That's unfair! Doesn't she feel safe leaning against me?"

The reporter, upon seeing this, couldn't help but sigh. However, still wanting to try, he then provided the national team's head coach's contact information:

"Wu Tu is a promising young athlete, a promising talent that the country will value. If he returns to China, he will definitely receive better resources. Please be sure to contact us by phone."

"We're open to discussing any terms as long as the little one can come home."