I almost touched the moon

On the way back to Munich, Wen Song sent a WeChat message to Qiu Xuanyan: [I like Cheng Che.]

Qiu Xuanyan replied immediately, [The eldest son of the Cheng Group? ]

Wen Song replied with a "yeah", and then added: [He confessed to me. ]

Qiu Xuanyan called immediately, her tone somewhat anxious: "What did you say? Did you agree?"

"Not yet." Wen Song said, "I'm too busy recently and don't have time."

Qiu Xuanyan then let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Songsong, I don't want to meddle in other people's business, but you know Cheng's. It's in the top ten if not the top five private enterprises in the country. I don't know much about Cheng Che. But based on my experience, don't be angry when I say something unpleasant about this kind of top rich second generation... At least I've never seen one who keeps himself clean... Just wait, Zhang Yue and I will help you check, and I promise to find out who his deskmate was when he was in kindergarten."

"No need." Wen Song thanked her for her kindness, but refused. "I trust him, and I don't like to pry into other people's privacy. How are you doing recently? Are you still busy?"

"Busy." Qiu Xuanyan yawned and said, "My dad has handed over all the European business to me. I'm exhausted lately. I have to go on a business trip to London next week. Are you free?"

"Next week..." Wen Song said a little disappointedly, "Probably not. Aren't you going to come and see me? It takes less than two hours to get from London to Munich."

"I don't think I'll have time. After London, I have to go to Amsterdam. I'm so tired." Qiu Xuanyan also felt a little regretful. "I'll come to see you next time. But I've made an appointment with my godmother. She will accompany me. Don't worry. Study hard and don't fall in love. Do you understand? Men will only affect your progress."

"Then I don't want to make progress." Wen Song smiled, "I just want to be a waste."

Qiu Xuanyan smiled and said, "Okay, just treat yourself as a waste and I'll support you. Don't be so in love. I'll help you find out what kind of person Cheng Che is. I'm worried."

Wen Song knew that even if he tried to stop her, Qiu Xuanyan would definitely help her find out about Cheng Che's character, so he didn't force her and just said, "Okay, okay, if you're worried, go ask. If you have any questions, just tell me."

After talking to Qiu Xuanyan on the phone, Wen Song did not take her words to heart. She had seen many second-generation rich people who were uneducated and unskilled. Of course, not all rich second-generations were like that. The more cultured the family, the more they would pay attention to the cultivation of their children's moral character. Cheng Che, he would not be that kind of person.

For the next month or so, Wen Song was very busy preparing for his practice and SCI papers. In mid-June, with exams approaching, he was so busy that he could only sleep three or four hours a day.

Many times, she would lie down in the library and close her eyes to rest, but she would fall asleep. Xia Ninghe was also worried when she saw her, but she was not much better than her. She suffered from insomnia every day due to the anxiety of the exam, and finally had to see a psychiatrist to get sleeping pills.

Wen Song complained more than once that she didn't want to study anymore, and didn't want to apply for a doctorate, and that she would drop out and go home to be a waste. However, even so, she would always continue to write furiously on the computer and draft paper until the early morning after complaining.

Qiu Xuanyan also found out about Cheng Che's past and sent a WeChat message to Wen Song saying, "Everything is fine, there is no gossip."

Wen Song took a look and replied, "Okay, got it," and ignored it.

Cheng Che would ask about her well-being every day, and her reply was still just a simple sentence, "Just finished my work, and went to bed. Good night." Although it was short, at least he would reply every day.

However, every Friday, she would keep her promise to eat with him. Sometimes they would eat out together, sometimes at her house, Cheng Che would cook for her, and once, she personally cooked two packs of her specialty Shin Ramen, and received praise.

Under the dim warm yellow light of the Japanese restaurant, Cheng Che picked up a tempura shrimp and placed it on the plate in front of Wen Song. He just lowered his head and saw that the person opposite him was already drowsy.

"Are you so tired? What time did you go to bed last night?" he asked with a frown.

"Ah..." Wen Song raised his head, took a bite of the shrimp on the plate, and said lazily, "To be precise, I went to bed at five this morning, and woke up at nine."

"Then why did you come to eat with me..." Cheng Che felt distressed, "Sister should go back to sleep after class."

"It's okay..." Wen Song took a sip of cold beer to sober himself up a little, "I promised you, and you came all the way here, I can't let you make a wasted trip."

"I'm fine..." Cheng Che said with some self-blame in his voice, "I can come to see you tomorrow, or don't eat, I'll take you home to sleep first?"

"Let's finish eating." Wen Song yawned again, "It's shameful to waste."

On the way back, which was only a ten-minute journey, Wen Song fell asleep and even made a slight snoring sound.

"You must be very tired..." Cheng Che thought so. Besides feeling distressed, he also felt a little happy. She was so sleepy that she could fall asleep easily, but she was still willing to accompany him for dinner. Sister Wen Song must like him very much.

Perhaps because he was too sleepy, Wen Song slept for a very long time. When he woke up, it was already three hours later.

The passenger seat had been reclined, the seat belt had been unfastened at some point, and Cheng Che's coat was covering her. Cheng Che was sitting in the driver's seat, propping up his head, and also looked drowsy.

Seeing her wake up, he turned to look at her and smiled, "You're awake."

She opened her eyes and straightened the back of her chair, and said to Cheng Che a little embarrassedly: "Well, sorry, I slept too long, why didn't you call me."

"Sister finally got some sleep, how could I bear to call you." Cheng Che smiled, looked at the dark circles under her eyes and said, "Go back and have a good sleep, and have a good rest over the weekend."

"Hmm..." Wen Song nodded, and suddenly felt a little reluctant. He returned the coat in his hand to him, but did not get out of the car immediately.

"I have an exam the week after next..." She said silently, "So I should spend the whole week next week preparing for the exam. So we won't meet on Friday, right?"

"Okay." Although Cheng Che was a little disappointed, he also knew that in Wen Song's heart, academics always came first. "I have to prepare well for the final defense, too. Come on, sister."

"Yeah." She turned around and rubbed Cheng Che's head. "Go back quickly and have a good rest."

"Sister Wen Song..." Cheng Che suddenly called her, "I'm struggling over whether or not to participate in the ski cross in the World Cup next season."

"Why bother?" Wen Song asked back.

"I've practiced a few times recently, but the results aren't very good. If I participate in a competition, I probably won't even make it to the finals." Cheng Che said somewhat disappointedly, "I think I'd better just participate in slopestyle. At least I can do one thing perfectly."

"Cheng Che, do you know what a perfect planet looks like?" Wen Song did not answer him, but asked the question.

"The Earth is like this?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head. "For a perfect planet, the tilt angle of its rotation axis should be 0 degrees, but the tilt angle of the Earth's rotation axis is 23.44 degrees. In the solar system, the only planet that is close to perfect is Mercury, because Mercury's rotation axis has almost no tilt angle, only 0.034 degrees."

"However, it is precisely because of the Earth's 23.44-degree axial tilt that the Earth can have four seasons, and therefore humans can survive. There has always been a saying in the scientific community that perhaps humans are placed on this imperfect planet because they are imperfect."

"What do you mean, sister? People are imperfect?" Cheng Che asked again.

"What I mean is that, in many cases, appropriate imperfection is better than perfection." She looked at Cheng Che and said, "Maybe in your opinion, winning a medal is considered perfect, but I don't think it's necessary. Maybe you won't win a gold medal or make it to the finals this time. But at least you will have experience and you won't have any regrets, right?"

"I don't want to preach to you. In fact, I have always envied people like you who have dreams and are willing to work hard for their dreams. I just hope you won't have any regrets." Wen Song looked at him seriously and said.

"I understand." Cheng Che said with determination, "I will sign up. You must come when the time comes."

"I'll definitely come."

"Sister, you work so hard every day. Isn't it your dream to become an astronomer or a physicist?" Cheng Che was a little puzzled.

"Of course not." Wen Song shook his head, "I don't have a dream."

She didn't have a dream, but she had perfectionism. On the surface, she was advising Cheng Che, but she was also advising herself. However, since she had worked hard for something for so long, why not do it to the extreme.