Xiao Su pushed open the door of the bedroom, and his big star was still asleep.

"It's almost 10 o'clock, and today we are going to Sister Wen's company to shoot an advertisement. Xiao Su took off Wu Yu's headphones and kicked him in the ass.

Wu Yu opened his eyes with difficulty, lazily: "Hmm, what time did you say?"

"There are 3 minutes to 10 o'clock. Xiao Su took out his phone and looked at it.

Who knew that Wu Yu jumped out of bed suddenly, ran barefoot to the living room to turn on the TV, and switched to the sports channel.

What is he doing? Xiao Su, who ran to the living room, was puzzled when he saw Wu Yu's abnormal behavior.

The World Judo Championships will be broadcast live on TV, and after the host briefly introduces the rules of the competition, the first round of the group stage will be held.

The camera cuts to the Chinese contestants, Song Shiling and Jiang Chuan, who are the most vocal, preparing for the warm-up. The two faced the camera with natural expressions, exuding an air of confidence and steady victory.

Xiao Su took out a face towel from the bathroom to help Wu Yu wipe his face, and Wu Yu, who was blocked from view, angrily grabbed the towel and put it on the sofa: "What's the matter, Yang Ling is going to compete, don't disturb me watching TV." ”

"You want to shoot an advertisement today, this matter can't be delayed!" Xiao Su was so anxious that his voice became louder, and his complicated emotions were mixed together.

In case Sister Wen's pigeons are released, the company will definitely blame it if it loses a lot. He didn't want to lose his job.

Wu Yu couldn't help but look up at Xiao Su: "Do you want to sit down and watch it with me?" ”

"Little Ancestor, don't look at it, okay? Come back and watch the replay. Xiao Su almost fainted on the spot.

Wu Yu shook his head and refused. Nothing is more important than her.

In the end, Xiao Su was persuaded to sit side by side with him and watch the game.

When it came to the highlight part, the two of them were foaming outside the TV and cheering for Song Shiling.

There was still a minute left until the end of the game. Song Shiling used too much force and kicked her opponent to the ground.

Seeing that the Korean player had not been able to stand up for a long time, the referee immediately raised Song Shiling's hand to announce victory.

Wu Yu and Xiao Su hugged each other excitedly, and when reason returned, the two pushed each other away.

There were ten missed calls on the phone, Xiao Su turned off the sound of the TV and carefully dialed back.

In the next second, he ushered in Sister Wen's five-minute scolding.

Wu Yu, who was beside him, saw Xiao Su hanging his head and was silent, so he grabbed his mobile phone and clicked on the speakerphone.

The women inside kept chattering, and the words became more and more unpleasant.

"Manager Wen, you are also a well-known person, please pay attention to your words. Wu Yu interrupted.

Sister Wen's eyes widened in shock, and after looking at the name displayed on the screen, her attitude instantly became close and gentle: "It's Wu Yu, you are really, why didn't you come to the company to shoot an advertisement today?"

Wu Yu leaned his head back on the sofa and was silent for a few seconds: "Why should I come?"

"If our cosmetics are endorsed by Xiaoyu, it will not only sell well, but also help you earn more fans. Sister Wen didn't understand what he meant.

"I will never answer your advertisement!" Wu Yu hung up the phone, rested his hands on Xiao Su's shoulders and comforted: "Brother, I'm sorry, I've made you suffer." This may happen in the future, so let me explain it to them for you. ”

Xiao Su's eyes were hot, and he thanked Wu Yu for his help today.

......

"Failed?" Song Jie asked coldly when she dialed Sister Wen's phone, as if the outcome was within her expectations.

The angry Sister Wen kept complaining about Wu Yu on the phone, but was scolded by Song Jie, who had limited patience.

With a snap, the angry Song Jie smashed the phone on the ground. I don't know how long it took, and after calming down, she took out a photo with Wu Yu from the drawer when she was young in college, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise sharply.

In order to win him back, she took great pains to prepare a plan. Success or not, she wants to take a gamble.

No one can say that Wu Yu is bad, and no one should try to snatch him away from her.

Xiao Li ran into the office, adjusted his breathing and said, "Sister Xiaojie, I asked someone to restore the face of Brother Wu Yu's rumored girlfriend." ”

Song Jie put away her smile and praised Xiao Li for being smart and clever, while looking at the photo in her hand.

After a long time, Xiao Li saw her expression change slightly, and asked tentatively: "Next... Do you want to meet?"

Song Jie threw away the photo and leaned back in the chair, sneering: "Of course! However, I will meet her in a special way." ”

......

Four days later, inside the conference hall of the brokerage company.

The directors decided to equip each artist in the company with a personal bodyguard to prevent illegitimate fans or paparazzi from affecting the private life of the artist.

As soon as the news was issued, Wu Yu already had the best candidate in his heart.

No matter how many tall and agile professional bodyguards Xiao Su found him, he passed them all.

"Why do you think of Yang Ling for everything?" Xiao Su frowned.

"Didn't you watch the first few games? Yang Ling has successfully advanced to the finals. Wu Yu pointed to the videos of Song Shiling's previous matches on the computer, and added: "She is really suitable to be my bodyguard." They're a little shorter, but they're more powerful than the ones you've recruited! Also cute. ”

Cute?!Xiao Su looked at the handsome guy in front of him incredulously and immediately fell into deep thought-these words can come out of his mouth, it seems that Yang Ling is not simple.

When he came back to his senses, Wu Yu had already canceled all his trips and flew to Japan on the same day, just to go to the judo championship to watch Song Shiling's finals.

If he had the opportunity to get in touch, he wanted to tell her loudly that he was Wu Shaoyang.

That's right, he came back, for her.

......

Two days to go until the finals.

At noon in Japan, Song Shiling and Jiang Chuan, who had finished training, rushed to the cafeteria to eat.

In front of everyone's eyes, a Japanese player took advantage of Song Shiling's surprise and smashed the food in his hand on her head to openly provoke.

"Are you sick?" Song Shiling was angry, turned around and grabbed the player's collar hard.

"I'm sorry, you're too short for me to notice. The contestant responded in awkward Chinese.

Wu Yu, who had just stepped into the cafeteria, pushed aside the crowd and looked in, Song Shiling was scuffling with a girl who was half a cut taller than her. The scene was chaotic, and the food was spilled all over the floor.

Although Song Shiling has no height advantage, she is not easy to be knocked to the ground because of her hard chassis.

When the time came, she threw quick, accurate, and hard punches to crooked noses and delivered a perfect back takedown.

"Stop!" The onlookers made way for Song Shiling's coach Lin Zichen.

He anxiously walked to the crowd and stared at the embarrassed Japanese player, and his eyes quickly moved to Song Shiling, who was full of food but unharmed: "What the hell is going on!"

"Didn't Coach Lin see that your team members injured my child. Japanese coach Jingsan came to Lin Zichen slowly, his face like frost.

Before he could finish speaking, the Japanese player exhaled in pain.

"Coach, she was the first to provoke. Song Shiling felt wronged.

Lin Zichen was furious: "Shut up." There's no room for you to talk here!"

The audience was silent.

Until Jing San broke the silence: "Coach Lin, how are you going to punish her? In my opinion, it's better to cancel her from the competition." ”

Lin Zichen looked at him for a moment, and his attitude was resolute: "Wait until you see the monitor before making a decision! Jing San wants to go to the monitoring room with me to see what happened?"

Jing San's expression changed abruptly, and he gritted his teeth in frustration and cursed damn it-sure enough, he couldn't underestimate Lin Zichen.

......

The crowd dispersed, and Lin Zichen hurriedly explained a few words to Song Shiling and went to the monitoring room with Jing San.

Jiang Chuan, who was hungry, picked up two rice trays and lined up again, while Song Shiling came to the corner and slapped off the food stuck to his head alone.

The tall figure blocked the light, and she suddenly raised her head and met Wu Yu's distressed eyes.

"Why are you here?" Song Shiling was surprised.

......

The night breeze is blowing and the stars are shining. Wu Yu took Song Shiling to a sushi restaurant with simple and elegant decoration.

Song Shiling looked at Wu Yu suspiciously: "Why do you want to come to Japan to find me?"

His eyes trembled, and he pursed his lips a little nervously: "Because I want to come to watch your game live, you are very good." ”

Song Shiling laughed dryly: "Come less, I don't believe your nonsense." Really, what's the reason?"

Sushi was served on the table, and she waited for Wu Yu to slowly sort out the logic and organize the language while eating. But more than ten minutes passed, and the man's lips were still slightly open.

When it was time to return to the team, Song Shiling got up and briefly explained the reason to Wu Yu and thanked him for his warm hospitality tonight before turning around and leaving.

Seeing that she was about to walk out of the store. Wu Yu's brain was hot, and he shouted at Song Shiling's back: "Yang Ling, become my bodyguard!"

She gripped the handle of the door for a moment, and looked back at him in disbelief.