I almost touched the moon

Chapter 349 Gold Medal Is Not Important

When he got up at noon, Wen Song saw the card wallet on the coffee table in the living room, smiled helplessly twice, and called Cheng Che.

"What's up, baby?" Cheng Che asked, "I'm going to check in, are you up?"

Wen Song smiled and said, "You didn't take the card bag. I'll give it to Team Leader Liu and ask her to pass it to you."

"Okay." Cheng Che responded, "Thank you, honey. It's okay if you don't give it to me. I don't need anything. Remember to eat first and then watch the game."

After arriving at the competition venue, Liu Yiling called Wen Song and said a little embarrassedly, "Xiao Song, I'm accompanying the aerial skills team members to prepare for the competition now, so I can't help you deliver the wallet. Why don't you ask Zilang and the others? They shouldn't have anything else to do today."

Wen Song immediately said, "Okay, Sister Liu, it's okay. I'll give it to him after he finishes the competition. Thank you."

Just as Wen Song left, he ran into Coach Mitchell who was about to go to the lounge. He smiled and greeted him, "Hi Dr. Iseylia, are you here to see Roche?"

Wen Song nodded and explained his purpose. Mitchell smiled and said, "I think it would be better if you give it to Roche in person. Although this analogy is not very appropriate, you know, we all joke in private that you are Roche's legal high."

Wen Song burst out laughing after hearing this, and joked with him: "It seems that if anyone wants to prevent Roche from winning the gold medal, they just need to stop me from the venue."

When he arrived at the lounge, Wen Song found that the door was closed. He knocked on the door and asked, "Ache, are you in there?"

"Sister?" Cheng Che was a little surprised. "Wait a minute, I'm changing clothes."

Wen Song suddenly felt a little strange. Why did Cheng Che change his clothes in the lounge instead of the locker room? Besides, why did he change his clothes without telling her? But she didn't ask much, just stood at the door and waited for him.

Soon, the team doctor came to open the door, holding a medical box in his hand. Wen Song felt even more confused and couldn't help asking, "Is Ache's injury still not healed?"

"Ah..." The team doctor's smile was a little awkward, and he said ambiguously, "It's okay, I just came to help Cheng Che check."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Li."

Wen Song didn't think too much about it. He thanked the team doctor and sat down next to Cheng Che. He took out his card bag and handed it to him. "Why are you so forgetful? Is your leg injury better?"

"My leg injury has healed, don't worry, honey. Thank you for your hard work in bringing it to me." Cheng Che smiled and lowered his head to kiss Wen Song's forehead. "Thank you, honey. Have you had breakfast?"

"No." Wen Song leaned on his shoulder and said lazily, "I saw your ID card was in there, so I hurried to get it for you. I was starving."

When Cheng Che heard Wen Song's words, he couldn't help but peck her lips again, rubbed her head, took out a box of milk, a chocolate bagel, and a few hazelnut cookies from his backpack, handed them to her and said, "I know you didn't have breakfast, eat something quickly, otherwise you will have a stomachache again."

Wen Song took the bagel from him and urged, "Go prepare for the competition. I'm going to the audience too."

"It's okay, don't rush." ​​Cheng Che glanced at the time, "There's still nearly an hour left. I'll wait until you finish eating before going. I love watching my baby eat the most. He's like a little rabbit."

When Wen Song heard his words, even the bagel in his hand lost its fragrance. He said unhappily, "You have become more and more weird lately."

After finishing breakfast, Wen Song held the packaging bag and asked, "Where is the trash can?"

"It's right by the door. I'll help you throw it away."

Wen Song followed his gaze and saw the trash can by the door, then stood up and said, "No need, I just happened to be leaving too, so I can just throw it away while I'm there."

Cheng Che was also a little panicked, and he stood up as well, almost snatching the packaging bag from her hand, "I'll help you throw it away, my wife can stay with me for a while."

"What the hell." Wen Song was speechless. "You have to fight over something just to throw away the trash. The older you get, the more childish you become."

After that, he walked directly to the door and threw the package into the trash can. At that moment, Wen Song saw the opened medicine box and a used syringe in the trash can. The medicine box was written with "Lidocaine".

Cheng Che was a little panicked. He stood behind her and said softly, "Songsong, I..." He hesitated and had no idea what to say or how to explain.

"What's wrong?" Wen Song turned his head with a smile and deliberately joked, "You are so nervous about throwing away garbage. Did you do something bad in the lounge behind my back just now? If so, you will die miserably. I will send you to Venus."

"Of course I don't have a wife." Cheng Che walked up to her, hugged her, and kissed the corner of her lips, "I'm just a little nervous, I want you to hug me."

"Okay, hug me." Wen Song reached out and hugged him, raised his head and kissed his chin, "Hurry up and prepare for the competition, I should go too. Cheer up in the competition, just do your best, it doesn't matter if it's a gold medal or a medal."

"Okay." Cheng Che nodded and kissed her reluctantly, "With my wife's encouragement, I will definitely win the medal."

Back in the audience, Wen Song asked Lin Weiran, "Weiran, what effect will strenuous exercise have on the injured area within an hour after injecting Lidocaine?"

"Lidocaine?" Lin Weiran was also a little surprised when she heard her words, "That's an anesthetic, the same as the injection commonly used by athletes."

Wen Song nodded slightly and asked, "Are the side effects serious?"

Lin Weiran shook his head and explained to Wen Song: "The side effects are not serious, but it is essentially an anesthetic. You won't feel pain for a short period of time after injection. But because there is no pain, it is easy to ignore the existence of the wound, which will aggravate the injury."

After hearing her words, Wen Song fell silent. She could do nothing. She couldn't help Cheng Che in the game, couldn't help him with his injuries, and couldn't oppose him. The only thing she could do was to worry in vain.

Lin Weiran noticed something was wrong with her and asked carefully, "Professor, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Cheng Che's fans were all around him, Wen Song whispered to her in German the reason. Lin Weiran was horrified after hearing it and also whispered in German: "Is he crazy?"

"Let him be." Wen Song was unwilling to consider things he couldn't change. "This is his dream. He is willing to pay the price, so I can't object."

As the competition was about to begin, Wen Song heard a fan behind him say loudly, "Look at the photo I took of Che and Shan yesterday. They really are a perfect match. Cheng Che has said many times that Shanshan has a bright future. I really think that Shanshan and Cheng Che are a better match than Cheng Che and his wife."

"Psycho." Song Zilang turned around and shouted without any hesitation, "Can you please stop spreading rumors! Cheng Che has been married for many years, as fans, please shut up!"

The fan who was speaking probably didn't expect that Song Zilang was sitting right in front of him. He lowered his head in shame, his face turned red instantly, and he stopped talking.

Lin Weiran also heard it, and whispered to Wen Song: "Master's fans are like this, the fan circle culture is particularly serious, causing trouble everywhere, randomly ship CPs, like crazy, and some people even ship Master and Evan before."

"It's quite sick." Wen Song also nodded, looked towards the starting point and said, "The game is about to start, let's watch it."

After the competition started, Song Zihui was still the first runner and maintained the third position. Chen Zhiyuan, who took the baton second, slowed down a bit because of the lessons learned from the preliminaries. Although he fell to the fourth position, the gap was not big.

After the third place Zheng Peishan took over, although she tried hard to catch up, she was still in fourth place, just narrowing the gap.

"It's over..." Someone in the audience began to complain, "This bunch of rubbish, Cheng Che won't get the gold medal even if he rides on the wind and fire wheels."

Wen Song was also a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and whispered to Lin Weiran: "I don't understand why they value gold medals so much. Is the gold medal important? Hasn't Cheng Che won enough gold medals? Isn't it history that he made it to the finals today? What is there to be dissatisfied about?"

Lin Weiran snorted coldly and said in German: "Because Mr. Cheng single-handedly brought the freestyle skiing team to a height that it does not belong to, his fans also think that everyone is Roche Cheng."

After Cheng Che took over, he tried his best to catch up like he did in the preliminaries. Because he adopted the tactic of overtaking on the curve in the preliminaries, in the final, the athletes in the leading position also occupied the outside of the curve.

"Crazy, really crazy..."

Wen Song saw Cheng Che speed up the uphill, and took advantage of his slope obstacle skills in the jumping area to increase the distance of the air jump, landing further away, and maintaining the third position. But when landing, it will undoubtedly cause a greater impact on the legs.

At the turn, he accelerated again and overtook the French athlete who was in second place.

"Oh my god..." Lin Weiran exclaimed, "My master's ski poles and snowboard are about to smoke..."

The last downhill section came next, and Cheng Che sped up again to maintain his second place.

"Cheng Che, how dare you speed up!" Wen Song was already a little angry. Thinking of Cheng Che's foot injury, he became angry and anxious.

However, due to the huge gap between him and the first-place Swiss player, Cheng Che only won the silver medal even though he tried his best. After the game, he was so tired that he leaned against the fence, bent over and panted heavily. He just took off his helmet and snow goggles, turned his head and looked at Wen Song with a smile.

"Che Cheng, he's undoubtedly the GOAT of freestyle skiing." The commentator exclaimed, "How could we image, he passed two opponents in a row within one minute's time and got this valuable silver medal for China, making history once again!"

(Cheng Che is undoubtedly the first person in the history of freestyle skiing. How could we imagine that he surpassed two opponents in a row within one minute and won this precious silver medal for the Chinese team, making history again!)

Before the award ceremony, Wen Song received a call from Cheng Che. He said sadly, "Wife...what a pity! If I had been faster at the end, maybe I could have won the gold medal."

"But the silver medal is also very good and precious, and it is also the only medal in the ski cross relay in Asia." Wen Song heard the fatigue in his tone and suddenly his eyes were wet.

"Ah Che, the gold medal is not important, you are important. The competition is over, no more injections are allowed, just rest well and heal your injury."