I almost touched the moon

When we arrived at the stadium's audience seats, they were already full of people. Everywhere we looked, it was red. In addition to Chinese fans, there were also many European spectators holding Chinese flags.

"Oh my god." Si Yao whispered in German, "Mr. Cheng is really... popular."

Lin Weiran also nodded and said, "I didn't expect so many people. It's even more exaggerated than the last time in Beijing. There are so many people."

Wen Song felt tired when he saw the dense crowd. He carried Cece to sit next to Qiu Xuanyan and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Qiu Xuanyan smiled when she saw her, "Finally you're here. When you were not here just now, Cheng Che made mistakes in the first round and fell on the third diving platform."

"Ah?" Wen Song was a little surprised. "That's impossible. What's the reason?"

"I don't know either. I don't quite understand these professional terms. You can ask him later."

"Sister-in-law, my brother tried to do a 1980 backward slide but failed. He fell when he landed." Song Zilang heard what they said and explained to Wen Song, "But it doesn't matter. We have a tricycle anyway."

Wen Song listened to his words and sighed. She looked at the fifth place on the screen and felt disappointed. She was not worried about whether Cheng Che could win the medal, but she was worried that he would get hurt.

After the second round began, Wen Song's sight passed over the narrow snow track and fell on the highest point. Cheng Che was 700 meters away from her, and she could not see him clearly. She could only see the figure standing at the highest point, wearing a white ski suit.

Perhaps because it was the last Winter Olympics, he wore the uniform ski suit of the national team. The white ski suit was dotted with red embroidery, and on the back was a capital letter CHINA embroidered with red and gold thread. There was even a five-star red flag and the Olympic rings on the left chest.

Although the clothes were not tailor-made, they fit him surprisingly well. And on his feet, he was still wearing the pair of skis that Wen Song had customized for him seven years ago.

When Wen Song saw the pair of snowboards, she smiled inadvertently and waved to Cheng Che. They were too far away to see his expression, but she still believed that he would definitely see it.

The moment he slid out of the starting point, there was a thunderous cheer from the audience. For a moment, the cheers in Chinese, English and German mixed together. It was a bit noisy, but it made people feel proud.

The sound was a bit loud, and Cece was startled. She was so scared that she went straight into Wensong's down jacket. Wensong saw Cece's appearance, put it back into the cat bag, lowered his head and said: "Habt keine Angst, Papas Spiel hat begonnen. Last uns Papa anfeuern, ok?"

(Don’t be afraid, Dad’s game has started, let’s cheer for him together, okay?)

After Cece returned to the cat bed, she was no longer so scared. She lay inside and looked at the snow track with wide eyes. Wen Song also smiled, touched her little head, and said softly: "Danke, Schatz, Papa muss sehr glucklich sein."

(Thank you, baby. Dad will be very happy.)

Qiu Xuanyan couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene. She took Xixi from Lu Mingqian and held her in her arms, saying half-jokingly, "Sister Cece, why are you so timid? You can't be like this. Look, our sister Xixi is not afraid. Xixi, cheer for your godfather."

After hearing what she said, Wen Song laughed helplessly and said, "He was spoiled by his father and is so timid. The railing area just now was okay, especially the last high bar reverse slide switch right630 up and cork 900 pretzel down, which is the most difficult part of the railing area. Let's look at the diving platform."

The diving area was right in front of the audience seats, and the cheers from the crowd became even more intense. Wen Song couldn't help but shout to Cheng Che, "Ah Che! Come on!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a very loud voice in Chinese, which sounded particularly clear among the crowd of "Cheng Che", "Roche", "husband" and "Chinese team".

"Master!!! Come on!!!"

Wen Song turned around and saw that it was Si Yao and Lin Weiran who were sitting a few rows behind her. The seats around them were also full of Chinese audiences. When they heard their words, they all showed a puzzled expression.

Wen Song also gave them a very interesting smile and said with his lips, "Danke."

Wang Shuning also heard their voices, and came forward to ask Wen Song, "Sister, is this your student?"

"Yes, they are all my students." Wen Song smiled, "The girl on the left is also a fan of A Che."

"Then Senior Brother must be so proud today." Song Zilang also laughed out loud, "He boasts to us every day that when he visited your college, your students all called him Grandmaster."

"Yes!" Wang Shuning also wailed, "Sister, he also gave us your book so that we can read it whenever we have time. I said he must be sick, but he said he reads it every day. I think my senior brother is just short of carving the words 'Husband of Professor Iseylia' on his forehead."

In the first jumping area, Cheng Che successfully challenged 1980, and even the board grab was a very difficult double grab. After landing steadily, the whole audience cheered, and the cheers almost resounded through the sky.

The commentator also said with some admiration: "Roche is worthy of being the defending champion. He adjusted his condition very quickly. So far, no other athlete has successfully achieved 1980 without any mistakes."

Wen Song couldn't help but applaud him, and pulled Qiu Xuanyan and said, "Isn't he handsome?! Isn't he super awesome?! I told you not to worry. For Cheng Che, winning a gold medal is much easier than writing a graduation thesis."

"Yes, yes, very handsome." Qiu Xuanyan was also happy for Wen Song, "Don't forget to treat me to a meal when you win the gold medal. It's so cold, I'm freezing to death."

In the second diving area, Cheng Che's difficulty coefficient was not very high, but he unexpectedly challenged the triple cork1620 plus pretzel, combined with tail to tail grabbing, which still shocked the audience.

"Brother, you can't retire!!!" Wen Song heard Song Zilang sigh, "Brother, if you retire, our Chinese men's freestyle skiing slopestyle will be doomed again."

"Don't we still have you?" Wen Song encouraged him with a smile, "Come on, A Che is very optimistic about you."

Song Zilang laughed awkwardly and said, "Sister-in-law, you guys are too flattering on me. My senior brother has already achieved the Grand Slam at my age. If I were useful, I wouldn't be sitting here now."

"It's okay." Wen Song said with a smile, "You are still young, there are plenty of opportunities."

At the third jumping platform, Cheng Che increased his speed up the slope. Wen Song felt her heart tighten when she saw this. She clasped her hands tightly together, and her nails dug into the back of her hands, causing pain, but she was unaware of it. She just hoped that Cheng Che would not be too eager for quick success and would not get hurt.

Just as she expected, Cheng Che still wanted to challenge the 1980° backward slide, but when he was about to land, he must have considered that he could not complete it, so he switched to the 1800° backward slide in time, and with the tweaked grab, he completed the aerial twist.

When she saw him land smoothly on the snow, Wen Song's heart finally settled down, and she applauded him with other spectators. Cheng Che also saw her, and deliberately slid to the front of her stand, took off his snow goggles and mask in front of her, smiled at Wen Song, and said something to her with his lips slightly opened.

Wen Song didn't hear his voice, but he could read from his lip shape that what he said was, "Thank you, wife."

Then, Cheng Che took off his ski gloves, revealing the wedding ring on his left hand, and waved to everyone.

The scores for the second round were announced soon, 96.7, and the ranking returned to the top.

Although it was also a very high score, Wen Song felt something was wrong. She asked Song Zilang in a low voice, "Is it too low? When Che competed in the Sapporo Winter Olympics, the difficulty coefficient of the first round was not as high as this time, and it was also 98.6."

Cheng Che was obviously a little surprised as well, with a confused and helpless expression flashing across his face, but he soon smiled easily, winked at Wen Song, and returned to the preparation area to prepare for the third round of the game.

"The score was suppressed." Song Zilang also explained in a low voice, "Senior brother has won gold medals in this event for two consecutive Winter Olympics, so the referee team was very strict in scoring him this time. Look at the American referee, he only gave him 77 for route selection, while the Norwegian player who ranked fourth in front of him had 78. Even... sister-in-law, did senior brother tell you that he even had more doping tests than us."

"What?!" Wen Song was a little angry. "Didn't he file a complaint or protest? Is he crazy? Slopestyle is not a speed racing event. It's useless even if he takes doping. Isn't this obviously racial discrimination and targeting?"

"Yeah!" Song Zilang was also a little upset, "But there's nothing we can do... For so many years, in this event and obstacle pursuit, only my brother can make it to the finals in Asia. For women's slope obstacle, there's Shuning and Japan's Yuki Yurina, and for men's... he's the only one supporting the family."

Wen Song couldn't help but sigh, but he also knew that this was the truth, and he suddenly understood why Cheng Che practiced the 1980 backwards ski to create a record. Not only for himself, but also for other Asian skiers.