PFC Chapter 337 Happy Olympic
Chapter 337 Happy Olympic
6 months later.
This year's Winter Olympics was held in Innsbruck, Austria. Although it was not far from Munich, it was near the end of the semester and Wen Song was very busy, and Cheng Che was also busy with training, so they did not meet very often.
"Happy Chinese new year, your royal highness."
As soon as Wen Song walked into the office door, he saw the man who was supposed to be preparing for the Winter Olympics in Innsbruck.
He was wearing a black coat, with a smile on his face, his hand on his right shoulder, and he bowed slightly.
"Captain Cheng Che, as the captain of the Chinese freestyle skiing team, you left the team without permission a week before the Winter Olympics. Isn't that a violation of the rules?"
Wen Song looked at him and smiled inadvertently, feeling a little happy but also a little helpless.
"But today is New Year's Eve." Cheng Che walked forward, hugged Wen Song and said, "So we can rest tonight and tomorrow. I promised you that as long as it is New Year, whether it is the Gregorian calendar or the lunar calendar, I will be with you."
Wen Song heard what he said and knew that he did not leave the team without permission, so he was relieved and raised his head to kiss him, "It's almost the end of the semester, and I'm a little busy. I will be on holiday on February 2th, so I can spend more time with you. But your slopestyle final will also be on that day."
"It's okay." Cheng Che said with a smile, "My wife's work is important. If she really doesn't have time, it's okay if she doesn't come."
"I will definitely come." Wen Song took his hand and said, "I have an exam at 12: that morning. It will end at o'clock and the competition will start at o'clock. I should be able to make it in time. Since it is the Spring Festival, let's go home quickly."
"Okay." Cheng Che kissed her forehead, put his arm around Wen Song's shoulders and said, "Let's go home. I'm going to make New Year's Eve dinner for my wife tonight. Can you invite A Xuan to join us?"
"Okay." Wen Song nodded and said, "Will Shu Ning and the others come? If it's New Year's, we can invite them to come along."
"Aren't you afraid of too many people?" Cheng Che was a little surprised. "I was afraid that my sister would feel uncomfortable with too many people, so I didn't invite them."
"It's okay, let's go together." Wen Song signaled to him that it was okay, "I won't feel uncomfortable if it's someone I know."
Cheng Che immediately sent a WeChat message to Wang Shuning, and after a while he said to Wen Song, "Shuning said that the team also has an event tonight, and they will celebrate together, so she won't come to disturb our world of two."
"Okay." Wen Song nodded, "Then let's take your brother with us."
At dinner, Wen Song said to Cheng Che, "Ah Che, can you buy tickets for the Winter Olympics? The opening ceremony, freeski events, alpine skiing, short track speed skating, figure skating, ice hockey, etc. Many of my colleagues and students told me that tickets are too popular this year and they can't buy any, so they asked me if I could buy some. I said, I can't buy freeski tickets either."
"You can get free tickets for the opening ceremony and the events I participate in." Cheng Che thought for a moment and said, "As for figure skating, I'll ask Brother Mingqian. He's a referee this year. Doesn't Sister know?"
"I know." Wen Song nodded and said, "So Xuanyan gave me two tickets, but I didn't ask her for more."
"Then I'll go ask him." Cheng Che said with a smile, "Don't worry, honey, you can buy them all. How many do you want?"
Wen Song looked at the memo and said a little embarrassedly: "It's a bit too much... 6 tickets for freeski slopestyle men and women, 4 tickets for the opening ceremony, ski cross... You can take a look at it yourself, I will transfer the money to you."
"It's okay." Cheng Che took a look at it, sent it to his WeChat and said, "I will definitely get it for my wife. You don't need to pay for it. Just think of it as a gift to your colleagues and students."
Wen Song smiled and gave him the money anyway, "Take it. My colleagues have given me the money, and they would feel embarrassed if I didn't accept it. I won't accept the money from the students either, just consider it as a gift from you as their teacher. The exams are coming up soon, and I feel like I'm torturing those graduate students to death."
"That's great." Cheng Che leaned forward and kissed her, "Thank you, honey. I'm so happy too."
Cheng Xuan looked at this scene and curled his lips in annoyance, "Sister-in-law, we were tortured to death by you in the first year, why didn't you give us tickets to the Winter Olympics?"
"You weren't my student at that time. Didn't I take you on study trips often enough during your year?"
"Besides..." Wen Song glanced at Cheng Che and snorted, "Ask your brother, ask him why he broke up with me and why he didn't come back to me earlier. You don't know how hard it was to buy tickets for the last Winter Olympics. The official website sold out in a second. The original price was 2000 RMB, and I spent more than 3 RMB to buy scalper tickets."
Cheng Che immediately hugged Wen Song and said, "I was wrong, honey. I was really wrong. Can you scold me? Actually, I also thought about asking Mr. Qiu to give you the ticket, but I was afraid that you wouldn't come, and I would be very disappointed... I'm sorry, baby, I'll compensate you, how about ten to one? No, that's too little, one to one hundred."
"Okay." Wen Song agreed with a smile and joked with him, "One to one thousand, okay?"
"Wife!" Cheng Che pretended to be heartbroken, sighed, and nodded helplessly, "Okay, one thousand for one."
After saying that, he immediately called his secretary, "Secretary Zhang, please transfer 30 million RMB to Professor Iseylia's account for me."
"No need." Wen Song quickly took his phone and hung up. "I was just joking with you. My funding and allowance have increased this year. I still have money now. You can sponsor me when I run out of money."
"No, you have to accept it." Cheng Che rubbed her head and said, "It's unlucky not to accept the New Year's red envelope."
"Brother, what about me?" Cheng Xuan chuckled twice and looked at Cheng Che expectantly. "My classmates also asked me if I could help them buy tickets for the Winter Olympics. They want to watch your competitions, short track speed skating and aerial skills."
"Got it. Send me the quantity." Cheng Che was a little helpless, but still agreed to it and asked casually, "When will you graduate?"
Wen Song couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and he looked at Cheng Xuan and smiled without saying anything.
"Cheng Che! Why are you bringing up such a topic?" Cheng Xuan replied silently, "I will defend my thesis at noon on February 2th. If everything goes well, I can graduate. Sister-in-law, you won't come, right?"
Wen Song smiled and said to him, "No, Lukas originally invited me, but I told him that you are my husband's brother, so I also have to follow the principle of relative avoidance, so I won't go."
"That's great!!!" Cheng Xuan was very grateful. He came up to Cheng Che and took his arm with a laugh. He also leaned on his shoulder. "Brother, it's great that you and sister-in-law are getting married. You should have gotten married earlier."
He picked up another piece of fish for Cheng Che and said attentively, "Brother, eat more. You are about to compete, so you must replenish your nutrition. I won't be able to catch up with the competition on the 7th, but I will definitely come to cheer you on later."
"No need." Cheng Che pushed him away with some disdain. "I have my wife, and you don't like skiing. I don't have that many tickets, so don't come and join in the fun."
Before going to bed at night, Wen Song saw that Cheng Che was covered in bruises again, and he sighed, hugged him and said, "Do you really have to participate in the ski cross relay? The strength gap between your team is too big, it's more tiring than your individual event."
"It's okay." Cheng Che turned around and hugged her, kissed Wen Song's forehead and said, "It doesn't hurt, and these injuries are not all caused by ski cross."
He pointed to a red mark on his shoulder and whispered in Wen Song's ear, "You bit it here."
"Stop it." Wen Song scolded, taking out the ointment and applying it on him, "I can rest after the exam on the 7th, and I will train with you every day."
After the exam on February 2, Wen Song looked at the students who were frowning and smiled comfortingly, "Don't worry, I believe you can all pass. You can enjoy your vacation now. The Olympics have also started. I have prepared some tickets. You can choose the event you like and take them away. Happy Olympics."
As soon as the words fell, the people who had been frowning just now suddenly smiled and walked forward to get their tickets. A girl asked curiously: "Professor, I heard that your husband is a Chinese ski athlete. What competition is he participating in?"
"Freestyle skiing slopestyle, obstacle pursuit individual and team events." Wen Song said with a smile, "But it seems that the tickets for these events are no longer available."
"It's okay. I like alpine skiing, too." The girl took a ticket for alpine skiing and said to Wen Song, "Thank you, professor! I wish your husband good luck in the competition and win the gold medal."
Wen Song thanked her and said to them, "I have to go. If you have other programs you want to see but need help buying tickets, you can also email me. Bye, I wish you all a happy holiday."
As soon as he arrived at the G floor, Wen Song heard a familiar voice shouting: "Professor!!! Professor Iseylia!!!"
She turned around and saw Si Yao running out of breath, with a Chinese student from another major following him.
"Hallo." Wen Song greeted them, "Was gibt's?" (What's going on?)
"Professor..." Si Yao panted and spoke intermittently, "Professor...are you going to Innsbruck? We, we also want to watch the slopestyle competition today. My friend is a fan of Master. Professor, can you take us with you?"
"Of course." Wen Song immediately said to them with a smile, "Come with me, I hope we can catch up with the first round."