I almost touched the moon

Chapter 106 Why Don’t You Comfort Me?

In the Freestyle Skiing World Cup in Fj?ll, Sweden, Cheng Che successfully advanced to the finals, becoming the first Asian athlete to advance to the finals of an international obstacle pursuit competition.

All kinds of media rushed to report on this for a time, and many Asian media praised him as the number one freestyle skier in Asia.

Cheng Che looked at the reports and was a little worried. In addition to his strength, luck was also a big factor in his advancement to the finals. After all, two of the four contestants in the same group fell, so he was lucky enough to squeeze into the top four.

Wen Song saw his worry, took the phone from him, turned it off, and said to him, "Why should you care about what others think of you? The media will always label you in the most eye-catching way. You are handsome and strong, so of course you are their best target."

"If I don't win a medal in tomorrow's competition, will you be disappointed?" Cheng Che came forward and put his arms around her waist, asking with some disappointment.

"Of course not." Wen Song rubbed his head, "Have you forgotten what I told you? Since ski cross is just your hobby, don't be so utilitarian. How could I be disappointed in you, Che, don't put so much pressure on yourself, just let it go."

On the second day of the competition, Cheng Che unfortunately finished fourth, just one step away from the podium. After the competition, he took off his snowboard and walked to the side, hugged his coach, and looked at Wen Song with a regretful expression.

Wen Song didn't feel anything about this, not to mention that she never expected Cheng Che to achieve good results. Speed ​​skiing was not Cheng Che's strong point, and he also had to prepare for the X Games and the World Championships, so he didn't have much time to practice. Asian athletes have a congenital physical disadvantage in this event.

Being able to enter the finals has already exceeded the audience's expectations. Winning a medal in the first competition is a fantasy. Life is not full of happy stories.

After the game, they immediately returned to Munich. On the way, Cheng Che did not say a word. Seeing him like this, Wen Song did not know what to say to comfort him.

She didn't think it was a bad thing that Cheng Che didn't get the medal. Although the Internet and some media did question him because of this, it had nothing to do with him. Why should he care about other people's opinions?

After arriving at Munich Airport, Wen Song saw that he was still a little lost, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, you must be hungry, let's go eat first."

Cheng Che just realized his mistake and said with a smile, "Okay, what do you want to eat, sister?"

"What do you want to eat?" Wen Song asked, "Do you want to have steak?"

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "I'm a little tired. Why don't you go home and I'll cook for you."

"Go home and order takeout." Wen Song said, "If you are tired, don't cook. Or if you don't mind, I can make instant noodles for you."

"Okay." Cheng Che agreed, "I haven't eaten Shin Ramen cooked by you for a long time."

After arriving home, Wen Song quickly cooked two packs of Shin Ramen noodles, and Cheng Che helped her take them to the dining table. They didn't talk about anything about the game, but just sat face to face and ate quietly.

During this time, Cheng Che received a phone call. He didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but he remained silent until the end, saying, "I know what's going on. Director Sun, don't worry about it."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Song saw that he didn't eat much at all, frowned and said, "Ah Che, I sacrificed my precious sleeping time to cook for you, and you only eat this little?"

"Sister..." Cheng Che felt a little uncomfortable, "I have no appetite."

Wen Song saw that he was unhappy, so he didn't force him, but just said to him: "Why don't you take a shower and have a good sleep first."

"Okay." Cheng Che nodded silently.

Seeing that he was still in a bad mood, Wen Song walked over to him and gently hugged him, bent down and kissed him, and said with a smile: "Don't be sad, it's not a big deal."

Cheng Che didn't say anything, he just hugged her and sighed softly, how could it be a big deal.

The deputy director of the General Administration called him just now. Although he did not scold him directly, he accused him of being distracted and said that the World Championships were coming soon, so he should focus on his main event.

He wanted to say these words to Wen Song, but looking at her calm and nonchalant expression, he didn't know how to start.

"I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed first." Wen Song yawned and said, "If you don't want to eat, pour out the ramen. Remember to wash the dishes and go to bed early."

Cheng Che looked at her and suddenly felt angry for no reason. Is it so difficult to ask her to take the initiative to care about him?

"Wait a minute." He called her.

Wen Song turned around, looked at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Che walked up to her and asked, "Sister, why didn't you comfort me? I was really sad. When I was at the third turn, if I hadn't slowed down... I was just a little bit behind the third place."

"Didn't I comfort you?" Wen Song blinked and showed a puzzled expression, "Didn't I always comfort you? Don't think about the past. There will definitely be unexpected events in the competition."

Cheng Che said, "You didn't say anything except telling me not to be sad. You didn't even say a word of encouragement to me."

He just checked some related news online. Although there were many people who questioned him, there were also many people who recognized his abilities and supported him online.

Wang Shuning, Jiang Xu, and other teammates also sent WeChat messages to comfort him, telling him that it was normal not to win a medal in his first competition and that he would definitely win next time. But Wen Song said nothing.

After hearing what he said, Wen Song said helplessly, "Okay, Che, come on."

"That's it?" Cheng Che was a little dissatisfied. "I was so sad because I lost the game, but you don't care at all?"

"What?" Wen Song continued to look at him in confusion, "Then what do you want me to do? I don't think the medal is that important. Ski cross is not your main event. You have made history by advancing to the finals. Why do you have to win a medal? Is it that important?"

"Then you should at least encourage me more, ask me what I said on the phone just now, and tell me not to be unhappy." Cheng Che felt that she was really humble in front of Wen Song sometimes. If he didn't speak, she wouldn't care at all.

"I'm not interested in your privacy." Wen Song was extremely sleepy, and when he saw Cheng Che chattering on and on again, he suddenly became impatient.

"Can't you just care about me a little?" Cheng Che asked unhappily.

"Why don't I care about you?" Wen Song was a little angry after hearing his words, "I'm writing a research report recently and I have to prepare for exams next Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm already very busy, but I still took half a day off on Friday to come to Sweden to watch your game.

I'm with you even though you didn't win a medal and you're in a bad mood. Roche, pls tell me what I should do now. Cause I don't know. "

Every time she called him "Roche", Cheng Che knew she was on the verge of getting angry. In the past, he would stop when he saw the good. But this time he didn't give up. Perhaps because of the loss in the game and the leader's questioning, he was particularly upset. He almost blurted out,

"Were you like this when Skyline lost the game before? You told him casually that it was okay and to keep going."

"What?" Wen Song was even more speechless after hearing his words, but he still tried his best to control his emotions and said to him, "Yes, I wouldn't comfort him if he lost the game. At most, I would say thank you for your hard work."

However, after hearing her answer, Cheng Che became even more annoyed and asked her, "So in your heart, Skyline and I are the same?"

"It's different." Wen Song blurted out, "He has never been sad because of losing a game, so he doesn't need me to comfort him."

Skyline, like Wen Song, is a person who rarely expresses his emotions. There were several times when he missed the championship and his teammates burst into tears, but he just stood aside with a blank expression. During the interview, he only said lightly, "I don't feel anything. I'll just try harder next time."

However, in Cheng Che's ears, this sentence had the opposite meaning. Was she blaming herself for being upset and annoying because of losing the game, and trying to tell him in various ways that she and Skyline were the same kind of people?

"So you'll comfort him if he needs it."

"Ah Che, what answer do you want?" Wen Song asked, "These things have never happened. Even if they happen in the future, I will not comfort him. What does his losing the game have to do with me? Is this answer okay?"

Cheng Che didn't feel happy at all after hearing her words, and continued to ask: "What about me? You knew I was sad, why didn't you comfort me?"

“Roche, why are you always repeating such a boring question.”

Wen Song was already dizzy from exhaustion, and even more annoyed when he thought about having to go to work and review for an exam tomorrow. He rubbed his head and said, "I'm very tired, have to sleep."

Cheng Che watched her leave without looking back, and stood there sighing heavily. As expected, she could not empathize with his sadness.

After washing the dishes, he also took a shower and went back to the bedroom to sleep. Wen Song had already lain down, lying on his side. Although he was angry, he still thoughtfully turned on the bedside lamp on his side for Cheng Che.

Half asleep and half awake, she heard Cheng Che go to bed and turn off the light, but she didn't turn around and continued to sleep with her eyes closed. Cheng Che also lay down with his back to her. This was the first time he didn't hug her while sleeping.

Perhaps because it was not a familiar sleeping position, he couldn't fall asleep. He turned over and carefully poked Wen Song's waist with his fingers.

"Sister, are you asleep?"

"Falling asleep." Wen Song had just fallen asleep and was suddenly woken up, feeling a little irritated.

Cheng Che continued to poke her with his finger, "Are you angry? I'm the one who lost the game. I'm not angry, why are you angry? I just hope you can comfort me more, I'm really sad."

"let's talk tomorrow."

What Wen Song hated most in his life was being woken up from his sleep. Once that happened, he would lose all his rationality. At this moment, he didn't even consider Cheng Che's depression after missing out on the medal.

"Sister..." Cheng Che continued to poke her, "Then turn around and look at me."

"Ache, stop making noise." Wen Song sighed, but still turned around and looked at him, squinting his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

"Do you think I disturbed you?" Cheng Che's mood, which had just improved, fell to the bottom again because of her words.

"I want to sleep." Wen Songkun was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. Seeing that he was so persistent, he had no intention of arguing with him, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

Cheng Che said, "Then I'll go to the guest room and sleep so I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he slowly lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.

Seeing him like this, Wen Song didn't bother to care and just said two words silently, "Whatever."

Seeing that he had stood up, she turned over, held the doll in her arms, and slept on her back, occupying the entire double bed.

Cheng Che originally hoped that Wen Song would try to persuade him to stay with kind words, but when he saw that she not only did not try to keep him, but was actually happy about his departure, he immediately got angry and went straight to the guest room to rest.