Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Lu Mingzhe said sincerely and warmly, "No need to thank me. You have won honor for the country. It is only right that you contact us first when you encounter problems abroad. We will contact you again if there is any progress. Mr. Du Liangchen, you are a born hero. Focus on the competition and always remember that you are not fighting alone. You have the country supporting you."

Mu Yu: "After the competition, we will arrange bodyguards to safely escort you back to your accommodation. And until you return home, someone will protect your safety so you can focus on winning your medals."

Du Liangchen's eyes reddened, and he said with a choked voice, "I will certainly live up to your expectations and the country's cultivation."

Du Langxing patted him on the shoulder, said goodbye to Lu Mingzhe, and the two went to the contestants' waiting area. The bustling hall quieted down for a moment. When they saw Du Liangchen and Lu Mingzhe's hands wrapped in gauze, their expressions were different, mostly puzzled and happy.

Du Liangchen found a corner, put down his things, and warmed up.

Du Langxing sat there sulking, secretly regretting not arranging bodyguards this time. He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. The piercing pain in his hand reminded him of a previous car accident, but he had been fine for so many years, so he had let his guard down.

Compared to Du Langxing, Du Liangchen quickly adjusted his mood.

It wasn't just his strong heart; the embassy also gave him a great sense of security. In particular, Lu Mingzhe's words, "Focus on the competition, we've got you covered," really soothed his sensitive nerves after the car accident, making him eager to dominate and prove himself.

Du Langxing kept a close eye on Du Liangchen's every move, fearing that what had just happened would affect his subsequent matches.

Seeing his mouth move slightly, sometimes jutting his cheek and sometimes biting his tongue, revealing his fierceness, Du Langxing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Those who knew him well knew that he had a little habit of playing with his mouth when he was in a good mood or excited.

......

The embassy chief was furious and flew into a rage in the conference room.

"What a disgrace!" He slammed his pen on the table. "To have our athletes, who brought glory to our country, suffer a terrorist attack and nearly die in a foreign land—isn't this a slap in the face?"

"We almost lost a top athlete. Investigate! Find out who did it!"

After explaining the situation, the curator led a group of people to the German government to demand an explanation.

Halfway through the game, Du Liangchen began his formal warm-up. He was first in the previous game, so he was automatically the last to play in this round, and there was no rush for him to warm up.

When it was almost time, he changed into his Costum. The fitted design perfectly showcased his long limbs and model-like physique, making him look both slender and powerful.

Still adorned with rhinestones, the upper body was a gradient blue, and the lower body was still a black jumpsuit, which made his face look even more fresh and refined.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Du Liangchen appeared at the front. Everyone was curious about what his Costum would look like this time, but unfortunately, he was wearing a coat and couldn't see it.

But everyone noticed something strange: Du Liangchen and the coach next to him both had thick bandages wrapped around their hands.

"Why are your hands wrapped in bandages? Are you injured?"

"Oh! Such thick bandages, the injury must be very serious. Uncle's hand is also wrapped up. What happened?"

"He's injured. Hopefully, it won't affect his performance in the match later."

......

Fans who came to watch Du Liangchen's competition were all on edge when they saw his hands wrapped up like rice dumplings, and some even had tears in their eyes from worry.

Although they didn't know what had happened, they had been following Du Liangchen for so long that they were very familiar with the sport and knew that binding their hands would have a significant impact on it.

After all, the cost of clothing is measured in grams, and gloves are made of a special yarn that has no weight, not to mention having two lumps of stuff tied to your hands.