I almost touched the moon

Two days later, in the slopestyle final, Wen Song was sitting in the stands waiting for Cheng Che to appear when he suddenly received an email.

When she saw the sender's name, she didn't take it seriously. She just continued watching other athletes' games and chatted with Zhang Yue in a low voice.

"General..." Wen Song shook his head and said, "Double cork 1620, but thighs touching the snow, young people nowadays..."

Zhang Yue smacked his lips and said unhappily, "I know, I know. Are you trying to say that our Ah Che is going to win the gold medal again?"

"Shh!" Wen Song quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Stop talking, I'm a badass!"

Wen Song continued to chat with her casually, and suddenly received a call from Christian. She was puzzled because it was her vacation time, and according to Christian's personality, he would not call her even if the sky fell.

Wen Song picked up the phone immediately and greeted him with some confusion. Christian's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely excited: "Hi Iseylia! Did you notice the email? We won the Gruber Prize!!!"

(Did you pay attention to the email? We won the Gruber Award!)

When Wen Song heard the news, he almost dropped his phone. He immediately checked his email and saw the first sentence, "Dear Professor. Iseylia, Congratulations! You and your group..."

(Dear Professor Iseylia, congratulations! You and your team…)

"I saw it!!!" Wen Song was so excited that he forgot that Cheng Che had already played in the game and continued chatting with Christian.

"omg... I noticed that email, but I thought they might tell me again that we've been shortlisted for this year's Gruber prize...and then finish with a sentence, but we are regretted to inform you balabala... just like last year. So I didn't open it."

(Oh my god, I noticed that email, but I thought they might have told me that we were shortlisted for this year's Gruber Award, and then added a sentence at the end, but we regret to inform you... just like last year. So I didn't open it)

“No regret Professor Iseylia, it’s congratulations.” Christian said excitedly, “See you at the awards.”

(I’m not sorry, Professor Iseylia. I’m congratulating you. See you at the award ceremony.)

After hanging up the phone, Wen Song was still immersed in joy, hugging Zhang Yue and cheering softly.

Zhang Yue looked at her in confusion, pointed at the score on the big screen and said, "Are you confused? Your dog made a mistake. The last double cork1800 didn't perform well. The score was only 83.2, ranking fourth."

"Fourth is fourth." Wen Song said nonchalantly, "He has so many World Championship gold medals that he can sell them by the pound. Give others a chance."

But when she looked up, she saw Cheng Che's somewhat lost expression, and his eyes full of grievance when he looked at her. She immediately stopped smiling, picked up Cece, waved at Cheng Che and said, "It's okay, come on in the next round! Cece, tell Dad, come on, Dad will definitely win the gold medal."

Cheng Che also nodded at her, left the track and returned to the backstage to prepare for the second round of the competition.

The Chinese athletes watching the game couldn't help laughing when they heard her words. Wang Shuning looked at Cece and said thoughtfully, "Sister, your cat looks a bit like you and your senior brother."

Wen Song couldn't help laughing after hearing her words, and responded, "I also think that sometimes her demeanor is a bit like me, and sometimes like Cheng Che."

"Can I hug it?" Song Zilang poked his head out from behind her and asked, "I've always wanted to see your cat, but my senior brother wouldn't let me hug it, saying it's timid."

"It's okay, you guys hold it, it's not afraid of people." Wen Song said, handing Cece to Song Zilang.

After a while, she calmed down a little and whispered to Zhang Yue: "My group and I won the Gruber Prize in Cosmology."

"Wow!" Although Zhang Yue didn't understand what award Wen Song was talking about, he knew that it was definitely not an ordinary award that made her so happy, so he congratulated her, "No wonder you are so happy when Cheng Che made a mistake. Oh, that's amazing. Please treat me to a meal."

In the second and third rounds, Cheng Che performed very well and once again topped the list with a high score of 93.5 points.

After the third round, he took off his mask and goggles, waved in the direction of Wen Song. When he learned the score, he smiled confidently, ran across the crowd, ran to the front of the audience, and hugged her tightly.

This was what he had wanted to do seven years ago, and he finally got what he wanted at this moment. Wen Song did not dodge, but stood up and responded to his enthusiasm, even turning his head to kiss his cheek.

She knew that this scene would be captured by all kinds of media at the scene and spread all over social platforms. But she suddenly didn't care anymore. As long as Cheng Che was happy, these little things didn't matter.