I almost touched the moon

The boy slid down the 150-meter-high snow track, jumped onto the slope barrier, slid backwards to the ground, then slid onto the diving platform. After performing four perfect 360-degree rotations in the air, he landed on the snow with a 180-degree rotation and rushed to the next platform.

"450 up, turn left, slide sideways, transfer, then slide 270 down, backflip up, 450 down. Jump 1620..." Wang Shuning sat next to Wen Song and patiently explained to her, "The second jump is also a forward slide and right turn 1620. The third jump, switch right double cork, slide 1620 backwards, then land in an aerial twist. How did you do that, brother? Oh my god, I can't even do a 1620..."

"With his strength, why can't he be selected for the Olympics and the World Championships?" Wen Song asked puzzledly.

"What?" Wang Shuning was puzzled after hearing her words, "Did Senior Brother tell me this?"

"Yeah..." Wen Song nodded, "He told me that although he joined the national team, he was not qualified to participate in the world championships."

"What..." Wang Shuning curled his lips, "It's obvious that he was busy studying that year and didn't participate in any major competitions. He didn't have enough points to qualify for the Winter Olympics. It makes me sad just thinking about it. If my senior brother had gone, he would definitely have advanced to the finals, and the men's slopestyle event wouldn't have been monopolized by European and American athletes for so many years."

Wang Shuning whispered to Wen Song again, "And Sister Iseylia, because of this incident, my senior brother was complained about by the leaders of the General Administration for a long time. If there hadn't been a new player to replace him in this project, he would have been out of the national team long ago."

"He has no choice..." Wen Song said calmly, "His father doesn't allow him to ski, so he can only fully devote himself to it after graduation."

"Yes, luckily he graduated." Wang Shuning agreed, "There are still two years until the next Winter Olympics, and he is still young, so he has plenty of opportunities. Oh no, not his opportunities, but the opportunities for the Asian Free Slope Event. He is the only hope for the whole village."

As he spoke, Cheng Che had already started again. After crossing the slope barrier and the first two diving platforms almost perfectly like before, he fell to the ground when he landed on the third diving platform.

Wen Song could see that he landed prematurely when completing his fifth 360-degree rotation, causing him to fall on the snow.

"It's okay." Wang Shuning was no longer surprised. "He fell more than ten times a day recently. He fell once every time he practiced double cork1800. Don't worry about him, he won't be broken."

"I'm not worried about him." Wen Song smiled, his calm tone hinting at confusion, "It's just that, as an outsider, I also know that as long as you can do three consecutive 1620s at the Olympics without any other mistakes, at least you can get a medal. And if other moves have reached the difficulty coefficient, being able to do 1800 in the diving area is already gold medal strength, why do you have to challenge the limit?"

"We tried to persuade him that way, too." Wang Shuning sighed. "But there's nothing we can do. Senior is like that. He insists that if European and American players can do it, he can do it too. No matter how much we persuade him, it's useless. Just let him be. Senior once successfully challenged 1800 in the X Games, and double cork is not impossible for him. And if he doesn't succeed, he won't try it in the Olympics, so it won't prevent him from getting a medal."

Cheng Che tried many more times, and as expected, he was unable to complete the last 180 degrees or the second flip in the air every time. The best case was that after completing the action in the air, his body touched the snow when he landed.

At this moment, Cheng Che's coach Mitchell also came over and greeted Wen Song: "Hi Iseylia."

Then he said to Wang Shuning, "Why are you still resting here? Roche has been practicing for three hours straight."

Wang Shuning stuck out his tongue and said in English with a hint of complaint: "Because I'm not Roche."

But he still put on his snowboard, said goodbye to Wen Song, and skied into the ski resort.

Wen Song couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Cheng Che's high self-discipline really made Wang Shuning, his junior sister, complain.

Mitchell sat next to Wen Song and watched Cheng Che fall down again while practicing double cork 1800. He frowned and turned to ask Wen Song, "What do you think?"

"Well." Wen Song said calmly, "I don't have any thoughts. This is his own choice."

"Iseylia, as a former ski racer, I can say responsibly that what Rcohe wants to accomplish is impossible."

Mitchell looked at Cheng Che, pointed at his right leg and continued, "I was once like him, stubbornly wanting to challenge the limits of the human body. In the end, I fell off the diving platform and suffered a comminuted fracture of the tibia in my right leg. My career was over."

"Or, can you use physics to calculate what the minimum jump height should be if he wants to achieve double cork 1800?" Mitchell asked, "I have tried many ways to convince him, but all failed. Maybe the actual data can make him give up."

"Honestly, I can't figure it out."

Wen Song explained, "Slopestyle diving involves too many uncertain factors, such as wind speed, take-off speed, gliding speed before take-off, his height, overall weight, falling speed and time in the air, and air resistance. With so many influencing factors, it is impossible to come up with a perfect model. Even if I can calculate based on a perfect model, the final conclusion must be that this take-off height is not something that humans can achieve."

"It seems that you think the same as I do." Mitchell said, "Everyone has a dream. Without a dream, you can't be a professional athlete, especially in extreme sports like freestyle skiing. However, my support for Roche to fight for his dream does not mean that I support him to challenge his limits without considering the consequences."

"Same." Wen Song smiled, "He is too idealistic, but he forgot one thing, everything has its limit. Once this limit is exceeded, there will be no good results."

"Really?" Michell asked back.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

If Cheng Che is too idealistic, Wen Song has always believed in pragmatism. But how can breaking through the limit have a good result? Once the celestial bodies break through the Roche limit, the small celestial bodies will be torn apart, and the same is true for the human body.