I almost touched the moon

Suddenly, Cheng Che fell from the third diving platform again. However, unlike before, this time even the snowboard on his left foot flew out. Cheng Che sat on the snow with his hands on his ankles, looking painful.

"Ache!"

"Roche!"

Wen Song and Coach Mitchell were both startled and ran over immediately. The team doctor also quickly ran to the snow track with the medical box. Even Wang Shuning and Jiang Xu, who were training nearby, stopped training and gathered around Cheng Che when they saw this scene.

"Roche, how do you feel? Can you stand up?" the coach asked immediately.

Wen Song noticed that Cheng Che bit his lower lip tightly, and even sweat oozed from his neck. She squatted down and took out a tissue, wiped the sweat from his neck, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Although he tried hard to look calm, his heart was beating fast. This feeling of nervousness and worry had never faded since the moment he fell.

"It's okay." Cheng Che held Wen Song's hand, indicating that he was fine, and stood up from the snow. However, he had just taken a step when he felt a sharp pain in his ankle and took a breath.

"Sit down, sit down." The team doctor quickly helped him sit down, helped him take off his snowshoes, and checked his left ankle.

After pressing for a while, the team doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's just a sprain, no bones are injured, it's not serious, rest for a while and apply ice."

After hearing this, everyone was relieved. Jiang Xu asked, "Brother Cheng, can you still walk? How about I carry you over?"

"It's okay, go and train." Cheng Che urged, "I'll just go to the rest area and apply some ice for a while."

Although he heard the team doctor say that Cheng Che's injury was not serious, Wen Song was still worried. If it was okay this time, what about the next time? Cheng Che's behavior was undoubtedly a gamble with his career.

Thinking of this, she did not move her hand holding the ice pack for a long time, pressing it on the same place.

"Sister, my feet are getting frozen..." Cheng Che reminded her.

Wen Song was already unhappy, and after hearing what he said, he threw the ice pack to him and said, "Take it yourself."

"Okay." Cheng Che responded, holding the ice pack himself. He turned around and saw Wen Song's expression. He poked her arm and said carefully, "Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Wen Song smiled disapprovingly, "It's not like you hurt my leg. I just don't want to accompany someone on a helicopter ride to the hospital at the ski resort for no reason."

"But didn't my sister say that she wouldn't worry about me?" Cheng Che asked back, "And it's okay. I once broke my leg during training and had to have more than a dozen nails inserted, but I'm still fine now."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song felt even more annoyed and asked, "So what? Is it worth it?"

"Why not?" Cheng Che smiled, put his arm around Wen Song's shoulders and said, "Sister told me that. You told me to do what I wanted to do, and I'm doing it now."

"I've calculated that in the case of a perfect model, without considering the air time and air resistance, if you want to achieve double cork1800, the take-off height must be more than 18 meters. The height of the slopestyle diving platform is less than 10 meters, and the maximum take-off height of the skier is usually within 15 meters. You must know this better than me. Do you think you can jump to 10 meters with a diving platform less than 18 meters?"

Inappropriately, Wen Song thought of Skyline. Skyline in the past was like Cheng Che today. In order to win the national championship, he trained and played despite severe tendonitis. In the end, he won the national championship, but the muscle fibrosis in the wrist injury required surgery, otherwise he would have a lifelong disease and ruin his career. Therefore, he missed the world championship that year.

No one cared whether his condition worsened because of the high-intensity training and delayed treatment in order to win honors for the team. All everyone saw was that Skyline, who represented South Korea, gave up the world competition because of the surgery, causing them to lose the world championship.

Cheng Che practiced the 1800m very hard. If he succeeded and won the gold medal, everyone would be happy. But if he got injured and couldn't participate in the next Winter Olympics, who would care about his previous efforts?

Thinking of this, Wen Song became angrier and angrier, "Do you think the law of universal gravitation doesn't exist?"

"Why are you angry?" Cheng Che asked, "Even if I really got injured while practicing double cork1800, what does it have to do with you, sister? Didn't you say you wouldn't worry about me? Besides, Marshall Steveson can do it, and so can Austrian player Evan Mersche. Why do you think I can't do it?"

"Einstein can come up with the theory of relativity, can I?" Wen Song asked back.

"I think you can do it." Cheng Che said with a smile.

"I can't." Wen Song turned his head away unhappily, "I'm not angry, and I'm not worried about you. Whether you are injured or not..."

She wanted to blurt out "he fell to death", but when she remembered that Cheng Che didn't like her saying the word "death", she swallowed it and changed it to "he broke his leg, what does it have to do with me? When the time comes, it will be you who will miss the Olympics because of injury, not me."

The e-sports world competition is held every year. If Skyline misses this year, there is still next year. However, the Olympics are held every four years. If you miss it, you have to wait another four years. As an athlete, Cheng Che is not young. He has waited for too many years and cannot afford any mistakes.

"Iseylia..." Cheng Che's tone was a little disappointed. "I know what's going on. I just think that after working hard for so many years, what I want is to be an Olympic champion. But 1620, almost every athlete can do it. Ordinary 1800 is not uncommon among European and American athletes, but double cork 1800 is different."

"It's up to you." Wen Song knew that although he looked gentle, he was actually more stubborn than anyone else. He said, "Roche, I think you're too idealism" and turned to walk outside.

When Wang Shuning saw her, he quickly asked, "Sister, how is Senior Brother? Is he okay?"

"It's nothing serious." Wen Song said silently, "But it's okay this time, who knows what will happen next time. He is extremely stubborn and has childish idealism."

"Senior brother is like this." Wang Shuning sighed, "No matter how much I persuade him, it's useless. Don't be angry, sister. You can scold him more later."

Wen Song smiled faintly, told her that he was fine, and asked her to go to training quickly.

The cold wind on the ski field did not calm her down, but made her even more annoyed. Although she had a bad temper, she was not someone who got angry easily. Even when she quarreled with others, most of the time she would just smile and make a few sarcastic remarks. But this time, she really lost her temper with Cheng Che and even lost her composure a little.

She lit a cigarette, and the familiar smell of mint tobacco calmed her down a little.

Becoming an Olympic champion is Cheng Che’s dream, and performing a five-week 360-degree rotation is the goal he has always wanted to achieve. Shouldn’t she support him?

But when she saw Cheng Che falling from the platform, she was only afraid and panicked. If the price of becoming a world champion was that he would get injured or even break his legs during training, she couldn't support him 100%. This was never her attitude.

After Cheng Che applied cold compress for a while, the discomfort in his ankle disappeared. He put on his skis and prepared to return to the snow track for training. He felt a little dissatisfied with Wen Song's words.

Too idealistic? She was the one who made me pursue my dream, she was the one who said she wouldn't worry about me, and now she is the one who is sulking for no reason.

However, when he saw Wen Song standing by the snow track, leaning against the guardrail smoking and looking depressed, he couldn't help but slide in front of her.

"What's wrong?" He glanced at the cigarette butts in the ashtray and frowned unhappily, "You smoke so much again."

"It's none of your business." Wen Song put out the remaining half of his cigarette in the ashtray and turned his head away in dissatisfaction. "You can continue to practice 1800, why do you care about me?"

"Are you really angry?" Cheng Che had rarely seen her really angry. Compared to her calm and indifferent expression, this kind of gentleness made him feel more real. Besides, she was probably angry because she was worried about him...

"Song Song..." Cheng Che rubbed her puffy face, "I'm really fine, don't worry about me, don't be angry, okay?"

"I'm not worried about you." Wen Song still remained stubborn and muttered.

"You said you weren't worried about me." Cheng Che kissed her lips and said, "Why are you angry if you're not worried about me?"

"Anyway, I'm not worried about you, and I'm not angry either."

However, as soon as she finished her words, she was picked up by Cheng Che, who threw his ski poles aside and slid quickly up the slope in front.

She screamed in fear, but she could only lower her voice because she was afraid of attracting attention. "What are you doing? Put me down!"

Cheng Che not only didn't listen to her, but hugged her tighter. After speeding up, he slid backwards and jumped onto the obstacle in front of him, then turned 270 degrees right and landed. "Is it fun?"

"It's not fun!" Although Wen Song said unhappy, she still hugged him tightly. She was not afraid because she believed that Cheng Che would not let her wrestle with him, and even if she fell, she would not get hurt.

"If my sister isn't mad at me anymore, I'll let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spun down from the diving platform again, rushing down the steep slope in front of him at a very fast speed. Wen Song hugged his neck tightly, and pressed his whole body against him, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness brought by the extreme speed.

When they reached the end of the slide, Cheng Che hugged her tightly and asked, "Are you still angry, sister? If you are still angry, do you want me to hold you and do a 1620?"

"Stop it, okay?" Wen Song hurriedly stopped her. When Cheng Che was holding her just now, he obviously couldn't do any difficult moves. It was already the limit for them to land stably on the diving platform. If he did another four and a half 360-degree rotations, even if Cheng Che was fine, she would definitely get dizzy.

"Then please don't be angry with me, okay?" Cheng Che looked at her pitifully, "I promise sister, I won't practice anymore, okay?"

"Ah, Che, I'm not angry with you." Wen Song sighed, "Okay, I admit, I am worried about you."

"I knew it." Cheng Che smiled, hugged her and kissed her.

"Then can you put me down?" Wen Song couldn't help rolling his eyes, and when he saw the crowd looking at them curiously, he was speechless.

"Kiss me and I'll let you go." Cheng Che smiled evilly.

"Okay." Wen Song had no choice but to move forward and kiss him lightly on the lips. The man in front of her immediately showed a very bright smile and laid her flat on the snow.

"You say one thing and mean another." Cheng Che couldn't help but pinch her face. "You clearly said you weren't worried about me."

"Ache." Wen Song looked at his legs, still a little scared, and couldn't help but persuade him, "It's not that I don't allow you to pursue your goal, I'm just afraid... It's really too dangerous. If you really get injured while practicing, have you thought about the consequences? Everything has a limit, ok?"

"I know." Cheng Che also realized that it was really dangerous for him to practice double cork1800 recklessly. If he got seriously injured, it would undoubtedly ruin his sports career.

He placed a kiss on Wen Song's forehead and said softly, "Don't worry, sister. I know what I'm doing and I won't do it again."