I almost touched the moon

On the chase path, after Song Zihui arrived, Cheng Che immediately tapped the ground with his ski poles, crossed the first obstacle, landed steadily on the platform, and accelerated.

After reaching the finish line, he leaned over the fence at the finish line and took a deep breath. He gasped and asked his coach, "Time."

"1 minute 08 seconds." The coach handed him a bottle of water and said in surprise, "Roche, you broke your own fastest time."

"What about the rest?"

Cheng Che unzipped his shirt. He was sweating even though he was on a snowy mountain in winter. His muscles were sore that he couldn't even stand.

教练依次说道：“陈1分16秒47，卉1分19秒18，姗1分18秒47。”

"Ok..." Cheng Che sighed and frowned, "Continue practicing."

The coach looked at him, walked up and asked, "Roche, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Cheng Che smiled and shook his head, "My thigh seems to have a cramp, I just need to rest for a while."

Just as I was about to walk to the rest area, the pain came back. My legs were so heavy that I couldn't even take a step, and the pain in my waist and back was unbearable.

The coach quickly supported him and called the team doctor over immediately. Wen Song also felt something was wrong and was worried that Cheng Che had some physical problems. He walked to the snow track and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Cheng Che smiled, held her hand and said, "I skated too fast just now, my legs are a little sore, don't worry, honey."

The team doctor quickly checked it out and said to Cheng Che, "Your thigh muscle is cramping. Go down and relax, or it will hurt more tomorrow."

After hearing this, Wen Song also frowned slightly, supported Cheng Che and said, "I'll go with you."

However, Cheng Che needed two people to support him to walk. Every step he took felt like needles pricking his muscles. He couldn't help but scream out in pain.

Wen Song heard his shout and saw the cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't say anything, but just wiped the sweat off his face, touched his head, and showed a somewhat helpless expression.

After returning to the infirmary, Cheng Che took off his snowshoes and ski suit, only to find that his leg muscles were severely swollen and his other muscles were cramping.

The team doctor frowned after the examination and said to Cheng Che, "The front and back muscles of the legs, back muscles, and abdominal muscles are all cramped. The fascia gun is useless, and surgery is necessary."

After that, he took out the fascia knife from his bag and said to the others, "You guys go out first."

Cheng Che's muscles ached unbearably, but he still said to the others, "Go back and keep practicing, especially Zhiyuan. When you land on the diving platform, try to land as far forward as possible and rely on inertia to slide forward as much as possible."

"I understand, Brother Cheng." Chen Zhiyuan knew that Cheng Che over-trained and suffered muscle cramps because of them, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Brother, I'll stay with you." Song Zilang said, "I've finished all my projects, and I can help Doctor Zhang."

"It's okay. Go and practice with Zihui. Zihui is not very stable when she lands on the obstacle course. Practice with her more." After Cheng Che instructed Song Zilang, he took Wen Song's hand and said, "Songsong can just accompany me."

After they left, the team doctor asked Cheng Che to take off his shirt and trousers, applied ointment on his leg muscles, took out a fascia knife and said, "Bear with it."

Cheng Che almost gasped, held Wen Song's hand tightly, nodded and said softly: "It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Doctor Li."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Wen Song with a pitiful expression.

Wen Song understood what he meant, laughed, hugged him and said, "Okay, I'll hold you."

"what!!!!"

As soon as the fascia knife scraped the outer thigh muscle, Cheng Che couldn't help but let out a whine, his brows knitted, his breathing became rapid, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face became unusually pale. He took a breath and nodded to signal the team doctor to continue.

Cheng Che was not someone who was afraid of pain. He didn't even make a sound when his bone was fractured, but now he was in so much pain that even his cries were mixed with tears. Wen Song felt a little distressed. He reached out and gently stroked Cheng Che's back, saying softly, "Bear with it, it will be over soon."

The team doctor was obviously used to it, and showed no mercy. Instead, he increased the force. Cheng Che wailed in pain, "Doctor Li, please slow down a little. It hurts too much. I can't stand it."

"Xiao Cheng, what's going on?" the team doctor teased, "It's not the first time, why are you suddenly so squeamish and acting like a spoiled child with your wife? Hang in there, otherwise the longer you wait, the stiffer your muscles will become, and it will only hurt more."

Wen Song also smiled, touched his head and said, "Bear with it for a while, I'll accompany you."

The team doctor continued to help him relax his muscles. The pain in his legs was close to Cheng Che's endurance limit, and his back was full of bones. His muscles were already in a cramped and tense state, and using a fascia knife to relax them would undoubtedly be as painful as scraping bones.

“Ah!!!!” Cheng Che bit his lower lip hard to keep the tears from flowing out, but he still lay on the sofa sweating profusely in pain, and even his lips turned pale.

He looked at Wen Song and said softly, "Sister..."

Wen Song had never seen him like this before, and he couldn't bear it, so he asked the team doctor, "Doctor Li, is there no other way?"

The team doctor explained: "Massage and hot compresses can also work, but the effect is not that good. Cheng Che, Captain Cheng, just bear with it, it will pass if you bear with it."

Cheng Che nodded and said through gritted teeth: "Go on."

The pain only increased. Cheng Che could not bear it any more and could only wail. He held Wen Song's hand tightly and his screams were deafening.

More than half an hour later, the team doctor put down the fascia knife, applied a hot towel to him, and advised: "Don't train today, take a good rest, and let your muscles relax. Take it easy during future training, and never hold your breath and sprint, which is very harmful to your body."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Li." Cheng Che was sweating profusely due to the pain. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, and his voice was a little weak.

After a while, the hot compress was over and the team doctor left first. Only the two of them were left in the infirmary. Cheng Che hugged Wen Song's waist, buried his whole body in her arms and said coquettishly: "Wife, it really hurts, it hurts me to death."

"I know." Wen Song lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then put a hot towel on his back to help him relax his muscles. He said gently, "Have a good rest today. Don't do this again in the future. Your body can't take it. Cheng Che, you are 31, not 21. Your health is more important."

"Does my wife think I'm old?" Cheng Che straightened up slightly and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Or is it because I was too tired from training recently and fell asleep as soon as I got home, so my wife thought I was not in good health? I'm sorry, I will make it up to you after the Winter Olympics are over."

"Stop it!" Wen Song said in a low voice, pushing him away. "You are becoming more and more frivolous. I think that you have already won the gold medal in ski cross, but it is unnecessary for you to make up for your teammates' shortcomings by breaking your own limits in order to win a relay medal. However, this is my opinion. I won't do it, but I don't object to you doing it."

"It is necessary." Cheng Che smiled and said, "The first time ski cross relay entered the Winter Olympics was in the Sapporo Winter Olympics 8 years ago. In the last Beijing Winter Olympics, Director Xu hoped that we, as the host, could participate in every event. In the end, no one participated in the biathlon and obstacle pursuit relay. Because at that time, I was the only male athlete practicing ski cross in our team, and there was no other boy who could compete with me."

"But you won the silver medal in an individual event, isn't that enough?" Wen Song sighed, "You can definitely win the gold medal this year."

"Wife." Cheng Che hugged her and said seriously, "You may not understand, but I think, as the captain, I should try to do more so that I and other children will not have any regrets. Do you believe that we will become the first Asian team to enter the ski cross relay finals and win a medal?"

"If it weren't for you, I certainly wouldn't believe it." Wen Song smiled, lowered his head and kissed the corner of Cheng Che's lips, "But with you here, I believe it."

She couldn't understand Cheng Che's sense of collectivist responsibility, but what touched her most was Cheng Che's sense of responsibility.

"Thank you." Cheng Che kissed her and said with a smile, "If I beat your Swiss team, my wife must not be unhappy."

"How could I not be happy?" Wen Song also smiled. "Except for the women's freeski event, have you ever seen me cheering for the Swiss team? I don't like watching white men skiing. It lacks beauty."

"What about me?" Cheng Che asked deliberately, looking somewhat smug.

"You..." Wen Song lowered his head and met Cheng Che's secretly pleased expression. The corners of his mouth inadvertently lifted up, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with joy and anticipation. His sweat-soaked hair was scattered casually in front of his forehead, making him look even younger and more handsome.

Wen Song spoke the truth: "You are the only athlete I have ever seen who has both strength, skills, and beauty. Otherwise, why don't you retire? I will be very sad if I can't see your competition in the future."

Cheng Che smiled and said, "But if I don't retire, I don't want to continue such intensive training and competitions. I still have to write my graduation thesis... I really can't finish it! Wife, save me."

"Come on." Wen Song smiled, "How can I save you? Help you write? No, this is a serious academic misconduct. If I am found out, I will be expelled from LMU. I cannot be expelled. Our college cannot do without me."

"I know. I just need you to accompany me." Cheng Che held her hand and said, "With Professor Iseylia accompanying me, I will be motivated. If you want to watch my competition, I will skate for you alone."

"Okay." Wen Song held Cheng Che's hand and kissed his eyes, "I'll accompany you."