I almost touched the moon

On November 11, the snow finally stopped after two days of snowing. That day, the sky was clear, with no clouds and no wind. It was a rare good day.

The final of the Freestyle Skiing World Cup slopestyle competition was successfully held at the Livigno ski resort in northern Italy after being postponed for one day due to heavy snow.

As the competition on that day brought together the most outstanding freestyle skiers from all over the world and it was also a weekend, the ski resort was crowded. In addition to contestants, media and staff from various countries, there were also many ski enthusiasts, fans and tourists who came to watch.

The ski resort, which is usually empty, now seems a bit crowded.

Wen Song never liked crowded places, and he frowned when he saw the huge crowd around the stadium.

Cheng Che saw her displeasure and comforted her softly, "I told you a long time ago, just follow Coach Mitchell and stand next to him. This way, I can hug you the first time after the game."

"Stop it." Wen Song quickly stopped him from thinking this. "There are quite a few media here today. And because you and Shu Ning are participating in the competition, and you have made it to the finals, the Chinese media will also broadcast it. I don't want to see my photo appear on Weibo's hot search."

"I know." Cheng Che smiled, "I was just kidding. I don't want people to talk about me. Sister, don't you know that I rarely even participate in interviews?"

"I know." Wen Song smiled. What she hated most was being forced to pay attention to others, so she was worried about this when she first started dating Cheng Che.

Fortunately, Cheng Che has always kept a low profile and lived abroad for many years, so there were no news reports and no one was bored enough to "investigate" his love life, so they could date him with confidence.

However, Wen Song felt sad when he saw the fans cheering for the European athletes on the ski slopes, and no one cared when Cheng Che walked by them even when he accompanied Wen Song to the audience. Cheng Che's strength was not inferior to any European or American player. He deserved to be seen by the world and deserved to be cheered by all the audience.

Cheng Che placed a kiss on her forehead and said softly, "Just stay here. Shu Ning will be with you later. I'm going to prepare for the competition first. I love you."

"Ache." Wen Song grabbed his hand, stood up and kissed the corner of his lips gently, "Come on, I believe in you."

"Yes!" Cheng Che hugged her tightly. "The mascot of this competition is an Arctic rabbit doll. You will definitely like it. I will bring it back to you when the time comes. It's a limited edition medal."

"Okay." Wen Song instructed again, "Be careful and don't get hurt."

After Cheng Che left, she looked at the fans around her who were waving flags and cheering for the athletes, and thought indignantly, "If I had known earlier, I should have made a flag or something for Cheng Che. I can't lose in terms of momentum."

Soon, Wang Shuning came to her side, greeted her, took her hand excitedly and said, "Sister Iseylia! Long time no see, I missed you so much."

"I had to go to work on Wednesday and missed your game." Wen Song sighed softly, "I'm so sorry. I watched your game live. It's okay. Try your best next time!"

She knew Wang Shuning was also a top female freestyle skier and it would not be a problem for her to enter the finals if she performed normally. However, in Wednesday's competition, she missed the finals because she fell when trying 1620 in the second round, and the difficulty coefficients in the first and third rounds were not high enough, resulting in low scores. It was a pity.

"Oh, it's nothing." Wang Shuning looked unconcerned. "After all, the World Cup is mainly for accumulating competition experience and points. I also have an ice hockey competition in Switzerland in January. You must come, sister! If things don't go well, there will be brighter days in the west. I believe in myself."

"I believe in you, too." Wen Song looked at her confident smile and admired her mentality. He was even happier in his heart, "I will definitely come."

"By the way, sister, did my senior tell you?" Wang Shuning said with a smile, "He succeeded in practicing double cork 1800 two days ago."

"What?!" Wen Song was so surprised that he even shouted loudly, "Really?! He didn't tell me."

"He's probably afraid that you'll worry." Wang Shuning thought for a moment and nodded. "In fact, when Senior Brother is training indoors without a board, he can almost always succeed in spinning. But it's different on the snow. He succeeded a few times during practice the past two days. I wonder if he will try today."

"Let him decide for himself." Wen Song smiled, confident in Cheng Che. "If he wants to try, let him give it a try."

After chatting for a while, four audience members who looked like Chinese came up behind Wen Song and Wang Shuning. They also moved to the side and made room for the people behind them in the front.

Wang Shuning was obviously a very outgoing person. When he heard them speaking Chinese, he immediately approached them and asked, "You are Chinese too, are you here to watch the game?"

One of the girls said: "Yes, we are international students in Milan and originally wanted to come skiing. After arriving here, we heard that there was a skiing World Cup competition today and there were Chinese athletes, so we came to take a look."

The boy next to her also said: "Yes, what was the name of that Chinese player? I think his last name is Cheng. I haven't heard of him much. I don't know how strong he is."

"Very strong!" Wen Song blurted out before Wang Shuning even spoke, "His name is Cheng Che, the only Asian skater in today's finals, and the runner-up in the slopestyle event at the Free Skating World Cup in Laax, Switzerland last year."

"Cheng Che?" The boy frowned. "I've never heard of him, but he's so strong, why didn't he participate in the Winter Olympics?"

Wen Song was so angry when he heard this that he secretly cursed Cheng Bowen hundreds of times in his heart. If it weren't for his obstruction, Cheng Che might have been the Olympic champion long ago.

Wang Shuning felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and didn't know how to explain it to others, so he could only simply say, "Not enough points."

After hearing what Wen Song said, another girl in the group began to search for information online. When she saw Cheng Che's photo, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god, he's so handsome."

I showed the photo to my friends, and they all exclaimed, "So handsome, more handsome than many celebrities, but it's a pity that I haven't heard of him before. He won the X Games championship, the silver medal in the slopestyle at the Winter Youth Olympics, and the championship in the Asian Winter Games. He's amazing, and he can be regarded as the best slopestyle athlete in Asia."

"Yes, yes." Wang Shuning quickly agreed, "Cheng Che is really amazing. You guys made a profit today."

"Hey, are you the ski athlete, Wang Shuning?" The first girl who spoke recognized Shuning. "Did you participate in the last Winter Olympics and make it to the finals? I seem to remember you."

"It's me." Wang Shuning admitted generously and greeted them. "It's a pity that I didn't perform well this time and didn't make it to the finals. I hope you are disappointed."

"No, no!" they quickly denied. "It's already amazing, and we're so lucky today. Not only did we make it to the slopestyle finals, but we also met you. Can we take a picture?"

Wang Shuning readily agreed immediately, and asked Wen Song to take a group photo for them, and they chatted enthusiastically.

One of the boys noticed that Wen Song and Wang Shuning had a special relationship, and seeing that she was very pretty, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this contestant Shuning's friend?"

"Yes, yes, she is my good sister." Wang Shuning took Wen Song's hand and introduced, "She is also Cheng Che's..."

When the word "girlfriend" was about to come out, Wen Song immediately interrupted them and smiled at them and said, "I am a fan of Cheng Che and a friend of Shu Ning."

"They are fans." One of the girls said, "They came all this way to see him, they must like him very much, it's great."

Wang Shuning looked at her with a puzzled look on her face. Wen Song took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and typed a line of words on his mobile phone, "Ache and I don't like to be the center of attention, so we don't plan to let others know about our relationship."

After reading it, Wang Shuning immediately nodded to show her understanding, and gently said to Wen Song: "Don't worry, sister, I will keep it a secret for you."

The boy who had just asked the question became interested after hearing what Wen Song said, and asked Wen Song: "Beautiful girl, can you add me on WeChat? Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Hao, and I am studying abroad at the Politecnico di Milano."

"What?" Wen Song pretended to be bad at Chinese and said, "WeChat? What is it? I don't think I have it."

After hearing her words, Wang Shuning forced himself to hold back his laughter and helped explain: "My friend grew up in Switzerland. She is of Chinese descent, so her Chinese is not very good and she doesn't have WeChat."

"Is that so?" The boy named "Zhang Hao" was not giving up and continued, "Then WhatsApp is also OK, or Instagram."

“Sorry, I don’t use social networks.”

Wen Song looked at him and shook his head gently without explaining anything further. The rejection in his words was already obvious.

Zhang Hao's companion also noticed Wen Song's refusal and impatience, and advised him politely: "Don't bother him, the game is about to start, just focus on watching the game."

Wang Shuning was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her stomach hurt. She lowered her voice and said to Wen Song, "I will tell my senior brother about this later. Sister, you are so cute when you talk nonsense in a serious manner."

Soon, the commentator's voice came from the radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final of the men's slopestyle event at the Freestyle Skiing World Cup in Livigo. Today, the Livigno ski resort has gathered the world's top freestyle skiers. The athletes have entered the venue. Let's cheer for them together!"

Wen Song jumped over the crowd and the long snow track and saw the man standing at the starting point preparing for the competition with other athletes. There were so many people, and he was wearing a helmet, sunglasses and a mask, but she still recognized him at a glance.

Cheng Che also looked in her direction, took off his mask, and waved to her. She couldn't see his expression because they were too far away, but he must be smiling, and he might even say to her, "Sister, with you here, I will definitely win the championship."