Hunter smiled embarrassedly and looked shyly at the team's public relations manager.
He didn't want to act in front of the media, these reporters were like wasps, he had to act like he didn't have any honey, or he'd be stung all over his body by them.
"Winston did give Hunt a lot of encouragement, maybe because Winston was Hunt's age when he first entered Formula One."
"I heard that in the lobby of the hotel before today's game, Winston had an argument with Hunter's teammate McGrady in order to protect Hunter. Is this true?"
Hunter sighed in his heart, this matter really spread.
Hunter shook his head, as if to explain something, but worried that he couldn't explain clearly, and looked at the public relations manager again.
The public relations manager was stunned for a while, thinking to himself: This kid is really good at throwing the pot without a teacher!
"Don't get me wrong, our Marcus team is still very united. Everyone knows Winston's temper. How could he possibly have a dispute with anyone?"
Hunter nodded vigorously at the PR manager's words, then smirked no matter what the media asked.
Afterwards, some media interviewed McGrady and asked him if Hunter was well protected by the team? She looked shy and didn't know how to answer the question.
"Well protected? Because he stuttered, and so many of you surrounded him, he couldn't speak when he was nervous!"
So the most interesting thing about Hunter's online reports that day was that his teammates broke the news that Evan Hunter stuttered, which was a psychological shadow from his childhood.
Hunter gritted his teeth as he walked down the hotel corridor.
"I stutter? It's none of your business if I stutter! Be careful I'll bite you to death!"
At this time, someone put on his shoulder, and a playful voice sounded.
"Hey little boy - who made you so angry?"
As soon as Hunt looked up, he saw Donald of Sauber.
This guy seems to be twenty-eight this year, has a slight stubble on his chin, has Latin ancestry, and has a mature temperament that Hunter envies very much in terms of appearance.
Just... what does this guy want
"What do you mean by that disgusting look?" Donald asked amusingly.
"Don't you remember at the door of the Ferrari Charity Dinner, you treated me as a parking boy?" Hunter asked coolly.
"Oh - that little guy with bad dress and hairdo is you!"
Hunter threw off his arm, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Don't do that. Next time you have a dinner party, get a stylist to do it for yourself. It's really impressive that you chased me like shit today!"
Hunter wrinkled his nose, did he describe himself that way
What the hell is "fuck shit"
"I heard that today is your first time getting points?" Donald seemed to be very interested in Hunter.
"so what?"
"Have you ever felt a sudden break?"
Hunter gave Donald a speechless look and was about to leave quickly.
Donald suddenly realized: "My God! Are you still a virgin?"
Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning.
"none of your business!"
"Half the world is men and the other half is women."
"what?"
"This is Canada." Donald raised an eyebrow at Hunter suggestively.
"so… "
"You can't drink alcohol in the US, and you have to be checked for ID when you enter a bar, but in Canada..."
Donald tilted his face, and Hunter's heart jumped.
Yup! This is Canada!
He can free himself ahead of time!
"How many days off did your team give you?"
"Until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow to fly to England."
"Me too. Let's go, uncle will take you to play. It's better to take a girl - what if you're suffocating little Hunter, what can you do with stunted growth!" Donald patted Hunter on the back boldly.
At this time, his heart was pounding, and Donald became less annoying.
They walked into the elevator and Donald asked curiously, "I said, are you familiar with Vann Winston? Your team's PR manager said he didn't get into an argument with your teammate McGrady, but I can see it clearly! "
"Clear what?"
"Winston's words are so explosive! I don't want to forget them! It's very emotional-be careful I rip your bird off and stuff it in your mouth!"
If read correctly, Donald seemed to admire Winston.
But the original version of that sentence is him! When did Winston go to school
"At first I was wondering, what's so special about you? Let Winston stand up for you!"
"Come forward?" Hunter felt that Donald's description was so... Weird
"You didn't look at him, like a crazy man who never allows anyone to touch his girl." Donald looked at Hunter with a "don't you feel it" look.
Hunter shook his head and replied with his eyes: I can't feel it.
And this description made Hunter's face full of black lines.
"But after this game, I finally understand what's special about you."
"What is it?"
"You have the ability to drive people into crazy foul language."
"Ah? What did you scold me for?"
"I don't remember." Donald shrugged. "It's a few words back and forth, not as innovative as Winston's. But I mean, you're actually very strong. What are you doing in the competition?"
"Recharge your energy and let you relax your vigilance against me by the way."
"Hahaha! I hate you on the field! But now I like you!" Donald laughed bluntly.
On the way to the bar, Donald unreservedly taught Hunter his girl-picking skills.
"Listen, kid—if you've got a crush on a girl, remember to never stare at her. Whenever she looks at you, you pull up the corner of her lips and smile at her, then look back at her. somewhere else."
"Oh… "
"It's called playing hard. Then, when you're sure she's really into you, go over and get her a drink."
"Understood." Hunter suddenly realized!
Sure enough, flirting takes experience. This is why mature men are attractive.
"If she says she wants to go home, you say send her back."
"What if she rejects me?"
Donald covered his face and said helplessly: "Then tell her that you are a race car driver."
"why?"
"Fool. Racers are dangerous and attractive in those women's minds. And we're strong, stamina, and not the same level as those nasty muscles that come out of the gym, and it's definitely satisfying for women."
"Wait... Is there any purpose for you to be so nice to me?" Hunter asked with a frown.
"Of course there is. Please don't chase after my ass in the next race. It makes you feel bad, and you get old fast!"
"How about this, when qualifying, you are behind me, so that I don't have to chase you?"
"Forget it, I still choose to continue to hate you."
The bar Donald took him to was well known locally. After Donald ordered a low-alcohol bartender for Hunter, he quickly found a person of interest, and he is not expected to be lonely tonight.
"Hey brother, the opportunity is rare, let yourself go!"
Hunter, on the other hand, was holding the glass without taking a sip, searching for potential targets according to what Donald had taught him before.
In the distance, a woman with stylish short blond hair looked at Hunter with an irritating smile in her eyes.
Hunter deliberately followed what Donald said, pretended not to care about the other party, and went in a different direction.
After going around twice, he returned to the vicinity again, and found that the woman really looked at him again.
Inexplicably excited.
Like a car race, he was about to complete a monumental overtaking.
But when he walked towards the woman, he didn't expect that she put down the glass and walked out.
Ah... so sorry.
Just when Hunter sighed in his heart, the woman turned around and made a smoking gesture towards Hunter.
Hunter's eyes lit up and he was very happy.
He pretended to put down the wine glass calmly and walked out, and sure enough, he saw the woman sitting on the side of the road, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.
Hunter sat down beside her.
"Are you very young?"
"what?"
"I mean, are you an adult?" the woman asked with a smile.
"certainly."
In Canada, he is an adult.
The woman licked her lips: "I saw you as soon as you came in. So cute."
"Calling me cute doesn't make me happy. I can be sexy too."
The woman smiled: "How is it sexy?"
"Can I have a puff of your cigarette?" Hunter asked, raising his chin.
"Of course." The woman pursed her lips, turned the direction of the cigarette butt with her fingers, and handed it to Hunter, "Smoking doesn't make a boy look sexy..."
The next second, she was stunned.
The young man in front of him did not reach out to take her cigarette, but leaned towards himself, turned his face to the side, like a kiss, and held the cigarette butt, his lips pursed slightly on her fingers.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly raised the corners of his lips to her: "What about now?"
Inexplicably, the image of Winston approaching him was in his mind.
The woman's smile became more obvious, and her hand pressed Hunter's head over: "It's so fucking sexy..."
Seeing that she was about to kiss, someone walked to their side, and the cold voice fell.
"Why are you here?"
Hunter's shoulders trembled and he raised his head to meet Winston's dark eyes.
The heart sank suddenly, and the nerves were tense as if they were about to cross the finish line.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: You... you... why are you here!
Winston: How could I let you flirt with other women the way I flirted with you