I almost touched the moon

On Monday morning, Wen Song walked into the classroom with a bandage on his right foot and wearing protective gear, and using crutches.

Immediately, a student came forward and wanted to help her, but Wen Song quickly waved his hands and said, "It's ok, not serious."

There were still ten minutes before class started, so Wen Song sat down on the podium and prepared for the class.

Cheng Xuan also entered the classroom at this time. When he saw that she was wearing protective gear on her legs, he asked curiously: "Professor Iseylia, what happened to your leg?"

Wen Song sighed, shook his head and said, “Please don't remind me of that awful memory anymore. I went skiing on Saturday, but hit a tree. Then my right leg looked like this, torn ligaments.”

(Please don't remind me of that bad memory again. I went skiing on Saturday and hit a tree. Then my right leg became like this. The ligament was torn.)

Soon the class time came, and Wen Song smiled apologetically and said, "Hope you'll forgive me for having to sit giving lecture today."

The students sitting in the first row started to make a noise: "Professor, so is it possible for you to make tomorrow's exam easier as pensation?" (Professor, as a compensation, can tomorrow's exam be easier?)

"Wow, sounds an interesting idea. But that's impossible, cause I've set the exam questions."

Wen Song smiled and said, "but honestly speaking, don't worry my dears, it's not difficult at all. I believe you'll all pass it."

As soon as these words were spoken, a wailing sounded in the classroom.

After class, Wen Song stood up from her chair again with her crutches, and her research assistant immediately stepped forward to support her.

She was about to refuse and tell her that it was nothing serious, when she saw Cheng Xuan followed Si Yao and walked up to her. He immediately said in Chinese: "Yaoyao, help me up. My leg hurts so much. Painkillers don't help. It's killing me. I'm never skiing again."

Cheng Xuan happened to hear her words and said half-jokingly, "Professor, if you want to go skiing, tell my brother and ask him to take you there. You know him, right? And he seems to want to pursue you. He will definitely be happy to be your escort."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Song said unhappily, "I'm a very good skier. It's just because I went skiing outdoors on Saturday and brought the wrong skis. Your brother might not be as good as me when he goes skiing outdoors. Stop wasting time here and go review. Yaoyao, come back to the office with me."

"OK, all right."

Si Yao was a little puzzled. Wen Song would always speak English or German to her even in private conversations on campus. Why did he suddenly speak Chinese to her today? But she didn't think much about it and just asked, "Professor, how about I borrow a wheelchair for you?"

Wen Song was about to refuse, but then he saw Cheng Xuan chatting on his phone and said to Si Yao, "Thank you, you've worked hard."

After returning to the office, Si Yao asked with concern: "Professor, is your leg okay? Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry for the trouble today." Wen Song took off his protective gear, got a bottle of drink from the refrigerator for Si Yao and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just a stretched ligament. You should go home soon."

"Ah? Isn't it a torn ligament?" Si Yao was a little confused and wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"I said that on purpose." Wen Song smiled, his eyes raised like a fox, "You have to keep it a secret for me."

Si Yao thought about Wen Song's abnormal behavior today, and also about what Cheng Xuan had said just now, as well as the first class after the Christmas holiday. Cheng Che, who had won the gold medal in freestyle skiing slope obstacle skills at the Winter Olympics for two consecutive times, actually came to their class. He understood instantly.

Seeing that Wen Song seemed to be in a good mood, she asked tentatively, "Cheng Xuan's brother is the one who gave you the ring, right?"

"Yes..." Wen Song nodded, "But I accidentally lost him before, and now I have to find him back."

"Will it work?" Si Yao really didn't understand. Intentionally breaking her leg to get back together with her ex-boyfriend was not something Professor Iseylia would do.

“Ever played holdem?”

Wen Song never gambles, but occasionally plays a few rounds of Texas Hold'em, but not for the sake of winning money, but just for the excitement of putting all the chips on the line. Rather than gambling, it is more like a way to exercise her mathematical statistics and psychological game.

"I've played this a few times before." Si Yao said, "So, this is your stake?"

"That's right." Wen Song smiled with relief. "Since I met him again, I feel like we are playing a long game of holdem. He gave all his chips in the first game, betting that I still love him. He won the bet.

But in the game between him and me, I was always hesitant. It seemed that I had the upper hand, but in fact, I was just constantly wasting my chips. Now, I only have this little bit left, and I want to bet it all on him coming back to me. ”

Si Yao was a little shocked after hearing her words. Wen Song had told her many times that dating was a waste of time. Was Cheng Che so important to her? So important that she could ignore the consequences and even throw away the rationality and calmness that she relied on to survive.

"Am I too greedy?" Wen Song saw through her thoughts and smiled self-deprecatingly, "When we were dating five years ago, I thought he was annoying and often wasted my time and energy. After we broke up, I was finally able to devote myself to research. After I achieved certain success and was not so busy, I suddenly missed him a lot."

"No." Si Yao said immediately, "Professor, you deserve these."

"You're right, I deserve it." Wen Song smiled and said to Si Yao, "Go back and have a rest. I also have to go home and wait for him to play his cards."