I almost touched the moon

Chapter 343 You Don’t Need My Understanding

Wen Song then sat down at the side of the field, correcting students' test papers on his computer while watching Cheng Che train.

Even an outsider like her could see that the overall strength of the Chinese team was not strong. Among the three contestants except Cheng Che, the two girls were quite strong, but Chen Zhiyuan obviously did not even have the ability to enter the finals.

The tactics were also very simple, it was nothing more than the other three adopting the follow-up tactics to ensure that they would not fall, so that Cheng Che could make the final sprint. And Cheng Che was exhausted after every practice.

"He wasn't this tired when he was practicing skating backwards 1980." Wen Song had already finished correcting the paper. Feeling a little unhappy, he closed the computer and said to Wang Shuning, "I'm going to go back and feed Cece first. Please talk to Cheng Che for me."

"Okay." Wang Shuning also noticed her displeasure and said with a smile, "Sister, go quickly. Senior brother will probably need a while to recover. I'll talk to him for you."

After returning to the hotel, Wen Song and Qiu Xuanyan had dinner together and complained unhappily: "I am speechless. I don't understand why he insisted on participating in the relay ski cross. He may not win a gold medal in a single event, but at least he can win a medal. But his teammates are really hard to describe...

When they were training, they had a mock match with the Swiss team, and they were really far behind our national team. But Cheng Che's personal strength was not inferior to those Swiss players at all. So it was obvious who had the problem. "

After hearing what she said, Qiu Xuanyan smiled awkwardly and said, "Professor Iseylia, I am also Chinese. Why are you dissing our national team in front of me?"

"I didn't diss him," Wen Song explained. "I just felt that I couldn't understand it. If he didn't participate in the relay and spent all his time practicing Slopestyle, he might not have made a mistake when he landed. He felt that he was going to retire, so he wanted to leave a record for the Chinese people on the FIS. But does anyone really care? I looked at the Chinese Internet and saw that many people blamed him for losing the gold medal in pursuit of the 1980 reverse skate."

"Why do you care what others think? Cheng Che thinks it's meaningful. You saw Cheng Che's experience this time, and you can see that he was suppressed in the second round. But if more and more Chinese athletes can achieve his achievements, they will not be treated unfairly like this."

Qiu Xuanyan tapped Wen Song on the forehead and said, "Your Swiss team didn't become so good at skiing right after the founding of the country. It's also the result of the hard work of many athletes from generation to generation."

"That has nothing to do with me." Wen Song smiled, "Before I met Cheng Che, I didn't even watch men's slopestyle. I don't care who the champion is. White men skiing has no aesthetic appeal at all."

"Yes, yes, yes." Qiu Xuanyan agreed with her and said, "Your puppy is the best. No one else can do it."

"More!" Wen Song said angrily, "The leaders of their headquarters want him to participate in aerials and moguls. Are they crazy? Forget about moguls, but aerials... Cheng Che has never trained before. He will really fall to his death. Are they thinking that Cheng Che will retire soon, so they want to squeeze out his surplus value in the end?

This is crazy. Let him participate in alpine skiing and cross-country skiing. He is pretty good at it. I would have thought he was the only man in the Chinese freestyle skiing team.”

"Song Song." Qiu Xuanyan frowned, a little unhappy. "You are getting more and more unreasonable. You can complain to me about these things, but don't say them to Cheng Che. Mingqian told me that Cheng Che has a strong sense of collective honor, otherwise he would have joined your Swiss or German team long ago."

"I know." Wen Song smiled faintly, "But I can't understand it. You know, I hate group tasks. I can't accept that other people's lack of ability will have a negative impact on me."

Qiu Xuanyan smiled helplessly and said to her, "Yes, I know. If you don't understand, then don't understand. But don't say such things in front of Cheng Che, remember?"

"I remember it." Wen Song nodded, "I don't understand it, but I respect it."

In the evening, Cheng Che returned to the hotel around 11 o'clock. He was so tired that he fell on the sofa and didn't move. He didn't even have the strength to take a shower or change clothes.

Wen Song walked up to him, poured him a glass of warm water, picked him up and took off his coat, kissed him on the corner of his lips, touched his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Cheng Che nodded, bent down to kiss her, and continued to lie on the sofa, too tired to utter a word.

It was almost the first time that Wen Song saw Cheng Che so exhausted. He curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, and his breathing was a little rapid. She felt a little funny and a little distressed. She lay down beside Cheng Che, hugged him and said, "You are so tired, then I will carry you to take a shower, okay?"

"My wife can't hold me anymore." Cheng Che still closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold Wen Song in his arms, saying lazily, "Let me hold you for a while, I'll lie down and take a shower."

Wen Song smiled and said, "I can lift a 50kg camera with one hand, so how can I not be able to hold you? I am extremely strong."

After saying that, she really tried to pick up Cheng Che horizontally, and she actually succeeded. But soon, she couldn't bear the weight, let go of his hand, and said with a grin: "Cheng Che! Aren't you only 78 kilograms? Why are you so heavy?!"

Cheng Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hugged her and said, "You are using the wrong posture. Besides, my wife's right hand is dominant, so her left hand must not have much strength. Stop making trouble. I will lie down for another ten minutes and then go take a shower."

Wen Song leaned in his arms and sighed softly. He suddenly wanted to ask him, is it necessary? But in the end, he didn't ask, and just asked him, "How was the training today?"

Cheng Che hugged her, gently stroked her back, and said softly: "Today we played several games against the Swiss team and the French team. Zihui and Jinyue are pretty good, not much different from the Swiss and French female players. Zhiyuan still has some gaps, but it's also because he has no experience and is easily knocked down. Fortunately, there is still a week before the game, I will give him some extra training."

"A Che..." Wen Song asked, "Is it necessary? You are strong enough to win a medal in ski cross, and a gold medal is no problem. Why waste time on the relay? Your energy is limited."

"It's necessary." Cheng Che chuckled, kissed her forehead and said, "Songsong, actually, before I went to Switzerland, my skiing skills were average. If I were Swiss, I would definitely not be able to join the national team. So, don't laugh at me when I say these words."

Wen Song nodded and said to him with a smile: "I'm not laughing at you. But I don't agree with what you said. You won the runner-up in the Slopestyle event at the Winter Youth Olympics at the age of 17. Even if you are Swiss, you can definitely join the national team."

Cheng Che shook his head and said seriously, "But during the three years I was studying at ETH, I didn't participate in any world-class events except for the occasional World Cup and the Asian Winter Games. If I were in Switzerland, there would definitely be no place for me in the national team, but the Chinese team has always kept a place for me. When I participated in the Winter Olympics for the first time, although I was with Zilang, I was the only one who made it to the finals. The second time, I was the only one participating in ski cross.

After so many years, Zilang has obviously improved. If he hadn't made a mistake in the qualifying round, he would definitely have made it to the finals. There are other excellent athletes in ski cross. Songsong, I feel like I have grown up with our national team. Do you understand? Just like, in the past few years that you have worked at LMU, hasn't the world ranking of LMU's physics department also risen? "

Wen Song was a little confused, shook his head and smiled, "I don't quite understand. Has our major been ranked higher? I don't know, I don't care about that. Besides, there are so many professors in our college, many of whom are Nobel Prize winners, and I only have a Gruber Prize, which is not very useful.

And, honestly speaking, from my point of view, I think the development of freestyle skiing in China is entirely due to you. They have always kept a position for you because no one can replace you. But I think you don't need my understanding.

Mach einfach, was du willst, du musst nicht uber meine Meinung nachdenken. Denn was immer du tust, selbst wenn ich es nicht verstehen kann, werde ich dich immer respektieren und unterstutzen.”

(Do what you want to do, don’t consider my opinion. Because even if I don’t understand, I will always respect and support you)

After hearing her words, Cheng Che smiled knowingly, and even the fatigue from training was mostly dispelled. Their growth environments were too different, and Wen Song's personality was always self-centered. It was normal that she couldn't understand, and he didn't expect her to understand. But even if she didn't understand, she still respected and supported him.

"Dankesch?n, meine Laurel-G?ttin." Cheng Che pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips. "Solange du hier bist, wird das, was ich tu, er folgreich sein."

(Thank you, my laurel goddess. As long as you are here, no matter what I do, I will succeed)