I almost touched the moon

In the afternoon obstacle pursuit relay semi-finals, Song Zihui was the first athlete to compete and performed very well. Although it was her first time participating in the Winter Olympics, she was not inferior to a group of experienced and stronger European and American athletes, and arrived at the finish line in second place in the group.

"Zihui is really good." Wang Shuning praised, "She is only 18 years old, but she has such strength, and she has also made it to the finals in an individual event. If she practices more and accumulates experience in major competitions, she will definitely win a medal."

"Yes." Wen Song also praised, "She is tall, about 175 or 176 cm, with broad shoulders, and strong arms and legs. This body type is considered strong even among European and American female athletes, and is very suitable for skiing. And when I saw you training a few days ago, she was very hardworking. She didn't complain of being tired even when Cheng Che trained her like a rally."

Song Zilang smiled and said to them, "That's because she doesn't dare. Every time she finishes training, she comes to me crying and says things like, 'Brother, I'm almost exhausted, I don't want to train anymore, Cheng Che is a lunatic.'"

Wen Song smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Cheng Che would act like a spoiled child to me after training every day, saying that he was so tired that he wanted to die. I was like this when I was studying before, too. I felt half dead every day."

However, Chen Zhiyuan, who was in the second leg, failed to maintain his advantage and was knocked down by a Canadian runner at a turn and fell off the snow track. Even though he immediately caught up, he still had a long gap with the third runner.

In the audience, some fans of Cheng Che were already dissatisfied and shouted, "Idiot."

"Oh my!" Wang Shuning said with great regret, "Zhiyuan, my senior brother has told him so many times to slow down and keep a distance from other players when turning to avoid being hit. Why is he still like this!"

Wen Song was also somewhat speechless, frowning, and asked in a low voice: "Is there no one else?"

"No more." Wang Shuning whispered, "Except for Zhiyuan and my senior brother, no one in our team practices this project."

Lin Weiran was also obviously dissatisfied, and said to Wen Song in a bad mood: "Being a bad skater is the original sin. Master just finished the individual finals this morning and will skate the relay in the afternoon. If Master can't make it to the finals because of this guy named Chen, Master's fans will make him leave Austria sideways."

Wen Song could only sigh and remain silent. If Cheng Che had such strength, why would he work so hard? The barrel effect, such a simple principle, didn't he understand it?

Fortunately, Zheng Peishan, the third runner, performed well. Although she failed to catch up with other athletes, she at least narrowed the gap a lot. She kept close to the French player in third place and did not make any mistakes.

After completing the baton handover, Cheng Che almost flew off the diving platform, tapped the ground with his ski poles forward, accelerated from the right, overtook the French player, and caught up with the athlete in front.

At the turn, Cheng Che did not slow down, but instead sped up, overtaking from the outside of the curve like in a track and field competition.

Wen Song almost gasped. Cheng Che was not actually very good at speed skiing. Even in the obstacle pursuit competition, he mostly used his advantage in slope obstacle skills to create a gap in the ski jumping area, ramps and waves. The turning area has always been his weak link.

However, he did not slow down at all and successfully surpassed the Norwegian player who was in second place. However, because the gap between him and the Swiss player who was in first place was too big, even if he tried his best, he only reached the finish line as second in the group.

After reaching the finish line, Cheng Che continued to accelerate on the final downhill in order to shorten the race time. However, because he was going too fast, he failed to slow down when crossing the finish line and inevitably fell on the snow.

"Fuck..." Wen Song clearly heard Lin Weiran's angry voice, "It's not serious, is it? Is that Chen the son of their leader? Can someone of this level make it to the Olympics?"

Wen Song was also very worried about Cheng Che's fall, and immediately ran to the railing to look at Cheng Che with a worried expression. Cheng Che had already stood up, but he still felt unbearable pain in his left foot. He endured the pain and smiled at Wen Song, indicating that it was okay and not to worry.

The results were announced soon, and the Chinese team finally ranked fourth and successfully advanced to the finals. At that moment, the other three young people on the ski team rushed forward and hugged Cheng Che tightly, screaming excitedly.

Wen Song, however, couldn't be happy. She clearly saw that Cheng Che's left foot moved a little slowly, and it was obvious that he had suffered a heavy fall just now.

Others also noticed this. Song Zilang sighed and said with some concern: "Brother, it looks like your leg was twisted when you fell..."

"Ah?" Wen Song was also frightened and complained, "It's really terrible."

After the game, Wen Song immediately ran to the lounge accompanied by Wang Shuning, and saw Cheng Che sitting on the sofa after taking off his snowshoes, with obvious swelling on his left ankle. Among the people standing next to him, Chen Zhiyuan kept his head down, showing a self-blaming expression.

When he saw Wen Song, Cheng Che showed a helpless and embarrassed expression on his face. He forced a smile and said to her, "Wife, why are you here? Don't worry about me. It's okay. Just apply cold compress for a while and it will be fine. Go eat quickly. I'll be back soon."

Wen Song didn't bother to believe his excuses and asked the team doctor directly, "Doctor Li, how is Cheng Che's leg?"

Doctor Li examined the patient carefully and said, "Fortunately, it's just a slight strain on the ligament. It's not serious. The ankle will just be swollen for two days and it will be a little painful."

"Then can Team Cheng still compete tomorrow?" Song Zihui asked. "If it's not possible, let's withdraw. Anyway, our original goal is the finals, and we have made it to the finals."

Cheng Che immediately said: "It won't affect you. Go and have a rest. Don't worry about me."

Wen Song frowned, but he couldn't say anything in front of everyone, so he could only help Dr. Li put the ice pack on Cheng Che's ankle.

"I'm sorry, Captain..." Chen Zhiyuan said with his head down, "It's all my fault."

"It's all happened, there's nothing to apologize for." Cheng Che said calmly, "Be steady in tomorrow's finals, don't be too nervous."

Seeing that the others were still unwilling to leave, Cheng Che said to Wang Shuning, "Shuning, take them to rest first. Songsong, do you want to go back and wait for me? I'll be there soon."

Wen Song shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm here with you."

After Wang Shuning and the others left, Cheng Che motioned for Wen Song to sit next to him and said softly, "Don't worry, it's really okay. You've also sprained your ligaments, but you were still alive and kicking, so I'm even better. If you don't believe me, ask Doctor Li."

After saying that, he winked at the team doctor frantically.

The team doctor understood what Cheng Che meant and said as if nothing had happened: "Yes, it's nothing serious, it will be fine in 24 hours. Don't worry, Dr. Wen, these are just minor injuries."

"See, it's really okay." Cheng Che smiled and touched Wen Song's head. "Honey, go back soon. Cece is alone in the room. No one is with her. She will be sad."

Wen Song was still reluctant to leave, but her cell phone rang at this moment. It was Felix calling. She didn't dare to delay and picked up the phone immediately, "Hallo Felix..."

After a while, she said to Cheng Che, "Felix told me that something went wrong with the Aether experiment and an emergency meeting needs to be held. I'm going to go back first. You should heal your wounds and don't run around!"

"Got it." Cheng Che said with a smile, "Drive slowly, and remember to eat something before the meeting."

After Wen Song left, the team doctor couldn't help but tease, "You two aren't newlyweds, so why are you still so sweet? No wonder my wife tells me every day, look at how Cheng Che treats his wife, and then look at you!"

Cheng Che smiled a little embarrassedly and asked the team doctor, "Doctor Li, my injury still hurts a little. I'm worried about tomorrow's game. Is there any way?"

The team doctor frowned slightly and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, your ligament sprain is not light, it would be best if you can rest for a week. But for tomorrow's game...if you insist on playing, you can only inject a closed injection."

Cheng Che certainly understood the side effects of the injection, and also knew the dangers of playing with an injury. He asked again, "If I participate tomorrow, what will be the worst that can happen?"

The team doctor said bluntly: "The ligament is torn."

Cheng Che heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. Fortunately, it was not a serious injury and there would be no sequelae. At most, after the game, Wen Song would know the truth and scold him angrily and distressedly.

He nodded and said to the team doctor, "Then play, it's okay."

Seeing that he insisted, the team doctor could only give him a blocking injection and told him: "Today, you can't use your left foot no matter what. It's best to walk less, otherwise even if you get the blocking injection tomorrow, it won't be very effective."

Cheng Che nodded and smiled, then said to the team doctor, "Thank you, Dr. Li. I'll remember that."

After resting for a while, Cheng Che felt that his left foot no longer felt any pain. When he was about to leave, Song Zilang walked in and said to Cheng Che, "Brother, Director Qu asked us to go over."