"Huh? Where's Luke?"
"It's Maddie! That guy just stepped on the empty steps and fell down! Sprained his ankle!"
Hunter was dumbfounded.
"What are you still doing? We have applied for a driver change! Did you listen to today's technical meeting?"
"What's the use of listening? I'm different from Maddie!"
"It doesn't matter whether it's the same or different... Forget it, just do your best to drive! What are you still doing! Hurry up!" Mr. Marcus' spit was about to spray onto Hunter's face.
Hunter glanced at Winston.
The other party's expression was very indifferent, making him wonder if this guy knew that he would be replaced.
"Hunter."
Just when Hunter was about to leave with Marcus, Winston suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Hunter stopped and turned to ask.
"A driver is the soul of a team. Everyone exists to match you, not you to match anyone."
At that moment, Hunter once again remembered the thrill of driving Winston's supercar to the limit.
Yes, it is better to be yourself than to let other people direct you.
Marcus showed a surprised expression.
Winston's words are few, and his words are like gold.
But it was obvious that he had said more than one sentence to Hunter just now.
Wait, what did he teach Hunter just now
It's not that the driver cooperates with others, but everyone cooperates with the driver
Such willful words are suitable for Winston, but not for Hunter!
Hello! Don't come to teach my Hunter bad!
When Hunter passed Maddie, who was sitting angrily in a chair being cared for by the doctors, he couldn't help but glance at him sympathetically.
"Stinky boy! What are you looking at!"
Hunter shrugged. "I just wanted to see how swollen your ankle is."
"what?"
"I know you think I'm a piece of shit, and it's an insult to drive your car to 16th or 17th place. But so what? If your ankle doesn't go away in a week, I also have to race for you in the UK. I'm so tired!"
"What—you don't go! I'm going to screw your head off! You look so smug!"
The doctors immediately held Maddie down.
Hunter shrugged and backed away.
"Oh my god, I want to beat this kid when I see him," a technician in charge of changing tires said.
"Alas... I hope his qualifying results aren't too bad..."
Amid the roar of the crowd, qualifying is about to begin.
Well, maybe this will really be my last Formula 1 race.
Even though he had never been on the track here in practice, Hunter found himself more familiar with it than any previous track.
In his head was Winston's voice.
The coldness of the voice woke Hunter, the calmness of it made him decisive.
I want to start from the best position.
I want to start over from the location closest to you...
Even if this is the last time.
In the Q1 competition, Mercedes-Benz's "Jaws" Shire showed the advantage at the beginning and ran out of the first place.
Hunter, who was absent from the practice session, was exceptionally calm, cornering smoothly and without hesitation. There was an immediate change from eighth to twelfth when Hunter completed the effective lap.
"My God... Hunter is 10th! He's 2 seconds faster than McGrady in practice!"
"Right now... this guy's in great shape...hopefully until the end of qualifying!"
At the beginning of the Q2 game, Irving of the Red Bulls came from behind and led the audience. But Winston has always remained between second and third with a huge. Hunter, however, stubbornly gnawed at his opponent in the top rankings and climbed steadily.
"Ninth place... It's going to rain red?" Marcus blinked in disbelief.
When Q3 came, Jaws Shire took the lead and regained the pole position, followed by Winston and Owen. Charles set the fastest lap again.
Hunter was caught between Calham's two drivers.
I need to go a little further... a little further...
Compress all the speed, Hunter, and release the tightened springs!
When the sprint of the last round was about to end, the driver in front of Hunter lost control and crashed out, and Hunter rose smoothly in the ranking.
Driving back, Hunter saw Marcus looking at him sternly.
"What's wrong?" Hunter exhaled.
His suffocated breath was finally released. No matter what he did wrong, he planned to go in the left ear and put more in the right ear.
"How nice of you to have such a level before? You stinky boy!"
Marcus was about to hit him, but Hunter dodged with a frown.
"Where's Luke? Where's his rank?"
"Tenth place."
Hunter exhaled, but he didn't expect Luke to enter the top ten.
"And me?"
"eight place."
"Oh." Hunter turned around with his pockets in his pocket.
After two steps, he suddenly reacted.
"I... I also entered the top ten?"
Marcus was so angry that his eyes came out of his eyes.
"Yeah! This makes me feel like a goddamn good luck!"
Hunt couldn't help laughing.
For the first three races, he swung between 18th and 15th in qualifying.
This was his best qualifying result so far, and of all the drivers in the team.
At least in the race, it is a favorable starting position, and then it must be accurately executed with two stops.
This is also the pit-stop strategy that Winston had previously formulated for him.
The race will be played on the afternoon of the second day. After all the staff return to the hotel, the technical meeting will be reconvened.
When Hunter saw Tracy McGrady being helped by the team doctor, he scratched his ear.
"Old Stutter, are you very proud now? But ranking eighth is not a big deal!"
"I know. There are still a lot of drivers who didn't exert their strength. When it came to the race, when they did their best, they would overtake me one by one!" Hunter squinted and smiled, then lowered his body and stared at me. Maddie, who was sitting in the chair, said, "Next time you call me stammer, I'll crush your ankle."
"you… "
Maddie wanted to say something, but Hunter straightened up and turned away.
As he walked, he thought in his heart.
I don't know where Maddie got the nickname "Stammering Old".
Since elementary school, he would stutter whenever he was nervous. For example, when answering the teacher's question, for example, when he invites the little girl he likes to his house for his birthday party, his tongue seems to be knotted.
The nickname "Stammering Old" continued into his middle school.
At that time, he began to participate in kart races one after another, and often won the championship in the junior group. The girls who originally disliked his stuttering also became interested in him, and he gradually seemed to stop stuttering.
But once his emotions were stirred up, he would still be speechless.
The technical analysis session is over.
Hunter tossed and turned in bed, but couldn't sleep.
You know, he used to be the type of soldiers who could block the water and cover the bottom of the rankings, but now, as long as he closes his eyes, he can hear the sound of the engine and the noise of the audience.
He turned on the phone and played two rounds of Xiaoxiao, but his heart was still beating fast.
It's over, it stands to reason that racers should be one of the athletes with the best mental qualities.
But my current heart rate is the rhythm of flying up to the sky and side by side with the sun!
Look at the time again, damn, it's almost too soon!
I really want to breathe fresh air, the room is so stuffy!
After walking out of the hotel, Hunter walked around the hotel with a hood and pockets in his pockets, and then he accidentally found a familiar figure sitting on a pedestrian seat by the roadside.
The cool light of the street lamp fell on him. For some reason, Hunter suddenly felt that the other party was lonely.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Hunter came to the other side with a smile and squatted down.
Winston just closed his eyes and exhaled a smoke ring. In the smoke, his brows seemed to be spinning, trying to get everything into a vortex that was difficult to struggle.
"I'm thinking of someone." His voice was soft.
Hunter found that while Winston's voice had an air of icy alienation, when he spoke softly, there was an air of tenderness.
"Who do you want?" Hunter asked curiously, tilting his head.
"He's squatting beside me already." Winston's closed eyes opened slightly, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream.
"Damn it!" Hunter really wanted to push him off the steps, "I really can't tell! If I were a girl, I would already be lying flat on your bed and spreading my legs!"
"You can spread your legs now, too." Winston's voice was cold, not a joke at all.
"Fuck you, I'll kick you!"
"Want to smoke?" Winston asked, turning his face slightly.
His voice was low, and his serious expression seemed to be not joking with Hunter just now.
"Okay, here's one!"
Winston's smoke must be good smoke.
"I only have this one." Winston's fingers squeezed the cigarette and stretched out in Hunter's direction.
Obviously he has done this pose himself, but this guy Winston is like an elegant gentleman feeding cats.
There is only one, so he has to take a breath!
Look what the hell Winston smokes!
Hunter smiled and put his face close, bit the cigarette holder directly, and "snatched" the whole cigarette.
Winston didn't squeeze it deliberately, but let it go.
Hunter closed his eyes, ready to enjoy, but quickly frowned.
"Hey—how come you smoke a camel!"
"Then what should I smoke?"
"AMERICAN SPIRIT?"
"Try next time."
"Hey... thank you."
"no need thank me?"
"If you hadn't modeled the Gilles Villeneuve circuit in your mind that time, my qualifying would have been a mess."
Hunter squinted and smoked a cigarette.
For some reason, every time Winston was by his side, the cheap cigarettes became more mellow and less choking.
"That simulation doesn't work at all. Your qualifying results are because of your own strength."
"Well, to thank you, I'll tell you a secret of mine... Although it's not a secret, many people know it."
"Um."
"I stuttered a little bit when I was a kid. If I was nervous or angry, I would stutter even more. So I was often laughed at, people didn't like to play with me, they felt like I was with me, and they would stutter along for no apparent reason. ."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I stutter when I get nervous.
Winston: Sometimes it's fine if you stutter.
Hunter: Huh? when.
Winston: You repeated my name when I fucked you.
Hunter: …
Tip: Formula 1 has many races, so Hunter and Winston will be flying around the world.
The top eight at each race, and now the top ten, earn points. The one with the highest points in a year is the individual championship. The team's driver with the highest sum of points is the team's championship.
Formula 1 races are divided into practice races - qualifying races - races.
The qualifying race is divided into three quarters, Q1/Q2/Q3. The ranking of the qualifying race determines the starting order of the race, so the qualifying race is also very important.
All the relevant knowledge of Panggua comes from Baidu, and sometimes there are very big bugs. I really need kind advice, but it's boring to think that I'm very amazing and want to belittle it deliberately. To tell the truth, there are talents in every professional field. It is normal to make mistakes. I am willing to correct them, but I don’t like being ridiculed.