Maddie looked at Hunter angrily: "What do you mean I'll stab you with a dining knife?"
"It's the best! I don't want to hear from the media that our team is not united and the drivers are in strife!"
"No, we are very united." Hunter looked at Maddie with the corners of his mouth.
"Ah!" Maddie suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
"Evan Hunter! How dare you kick my ankle!"
"Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to! I just wanted to straighten my legs out of habit!"
Who told me to have long legs! no way!
Maddie tossed the cutlery, got up angrily and walked away.
Hunter's heart darkened again.
But also because of this, you have to be cautious.
From practice to qualifying to the race, every step must be taken with care.
After refreshing, the mood became heavy again.
The convoy set off for the UK and arrived in London in the early hours of the morning.
Hunter, who slept on the plane, was not sleepy at all.
Lying in the hotel room, looking at the ceiling, Hunter exhaled.
Playing Xiaoxiaole for more than ten minutes did not make him sleepy, but made him more awake.
Or... search for a movie to watch
Ah, by the way, which movie was Winston trying to frighten himself by driving a Ferrari before
"It seems to be called "Speed Murder"?"
Hunter leaned against the head of the bed and began to search.
Unexpectedly, this movie is still relatively famous, it has won several independent film awards, and the protagonists are really two racing drivers, one of which is named Hunter.
"Hey, that's interesting."
The story is about two racers who have been rivals for more than ten years, but are friends who know each other best in the world. They encourage each other during the season and also fish, travel and train together during the offseason. The picture in front of the movie is quite bright and soft.
Hunt couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
This is the life he's looking forward to living with Winston.
But that all changed when race car driver Hunter was injured in an accident. Hunter had to quit Formula 1, intending to move to Iceland with his family and live a life without the hustle and bustle of engines, leaving the track and loneliness to the other protagonist, Zero.
After that season, Zero took Hunter to the suburban cabin as usual, and it would be their last vacation together.
When night fell and Hunter found that Zero's route was not the same as before, he became worried.
"Do you like me to be gentle or rough?"
"What kind of handcuffs do you like?"
"Do you prefer a thinner whip, or a thicker one?"
Zero's profile was gloomy and crazy, making Hunter shudder.
It turned out that Zero had always been in love with Hunter, and after years of accumulation, he could not find an outlet to release. He endured until this time, when Hunter really wanted to leave his life, his madness broke out, and he locked Hunter, who was unable to move, in some basement.
At first, Hunter in the movie thought that as long as he put up with it, Zero would slowly regain his sanity, but Zero became more aggressive until Hunter couldn't bear it anymore and stabbed him to death with a letter opener.
Zero was bleeding profusely, but Hunter did not escape, but pressed his chest hard.
"It's great... it's great... I can finally stop loving you... "
Zero closed his eyes, and Hunter finally understood that all of this was designed by Zero to make Hunter kill him.
In the end, it was Hunter who dragged Zero into the car they'd been driving on, gently buckled him, and sprinted to the end of the road at full speed.
Without you, I am lonely.
If only alone, I would rather be destroyed.
When the final music played, Hunter blinked.
"Damn it! What the hell kind of movie is this!"
The first half is warm, the middle is scary, and at the end...
What he felt was fear.
Really, the fear of being alone.
Hunter exhaled.
"It's over, it's even more difficult to sleep like this!"
Fortunately, the team was still preparing for the second day and did not arrive at the practice session.
Hunter finished breakfast with a sullen look, and told Marcus that his jet lag was not reversed and he needed to catch up on sleep.
"Ah? Jet lag?" Marcus couldn't believe it at all. "You fell asleep when you wanted to. When did jet lag become a problem for you?"
But he could see that Hunter was really sleepy.
"Then you should have a good night's sleep."
Hunter returned to the room, fell on the bed, and before he could close his eyes, the phone rang.
Looking at it again, it was an unfamiliar number. I was about to press it, but I was curious about who called me.
"Hey, this is Evan Hunter."
"Which hotel are you in?" A cool voice came along with the radio waves.
Hunter's shoulders tightened.
It's Winston!
Wait, how does he have his own cell phone number? He never seemed to give it to him.
Ah... Forget it, my cell phone number is not a secret. Just ask any Marcus team staff member and you'll get it.
"Luna Hotel. There should be other teams who will also choose here."
"Me too. Would you like to go for a morning run together?"
"Morning run? Forget it... I want to sleep now."
"What did you do last night?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Hunter felt that Winston's voice, if it was gentle just now, can now be described as cold.
"I watched the movie you mentioned - "Fast Murder"! If I knew it ended like this, I definitely wouldn't watch it!"
"So you don't resent the feelings of those two drivers, but care about the ending."
"My God... Is that called having feelings? It's called mutual hurt! And what the hell are those professional film critics writing! What soul is struggling in reality! If Zero told Hunter directly, don't leave me, please You've been looking at me, I think we're together, and we won't be like that in the end!" Hunter began to complain frantically.
"Yeah." Winston replied softly.
"But what's really scary isn't what happened to Zero keeping Hunter in the basement..."
"Then what is it?"
"Of course it's its theme - loneliness. Because of fear of loneliness, Zero needs Hunter. And because of fear of loneliness, Hunter didn't rebel against Zero at first, because...he didn't want to lose him. And most irritatingly, Why is the protagonist named Hunter too! It made me dream repeatedly at night that I was locked in the basement!"
"It's just a movie."
"Yeah... it's just a movie..." Hunter exhaled. "But the feeling of chatting with your phone like this is really novel. Do you know what I made a bet with Maddie?"
"What bet?"
"I'll finish at least sixth in the UK."
"What's the stake?"
"There's no bet that he won't spray shit on me again. It's just that I find it difficult."
Hunter didn't say the bet was actually about Winston.
"Which room are you in?"
"1665. What's wrong?"
"Open the door."
Hunter sat up suddenly from the bed.
No way? Was Winston right outside his door
When he opened the door, he saw Winston in a sweatshirt standing there. He must have just finished his morning run.
Hunter took a half step back stupidly and let the other party in.
There was only one double bed in this room, and Hunter's clothes were thrown haphazardly on the sofa.
Hunter scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.
Had he known Winston would come, he would have packed up at the speed of the wind.
But on second thought... Forget it!
He is like this, it is not good to let the other party know earlier.
Winston did not comment on the messy beauty of Hunter's room, but sat down by the bed.
"As long as you play well, you should be fine to finish sixth."
"real?"
"Well." Winston patted the seat next to him and motioned Hunter to sit down, "Let's have a match."
"OK."
Hunter knew that Winston was trying to analyze track characteristics and overtaking strategies for himself.
He closed his eyes and listened to Winston's voice as before. Even though he had never been to Silverstone, he felt so familiar, as if he had run on it countless times.
Not just the track, Winston even analyzed for him Enzo of Lotus, Duchovny of McLaren, Cort of Williams, and Sauber which he failed to pass last time Donald's technical characteristics, how he should overtake in which corner.
"These... experiences you taught me like this?"
"I don't teach you, you can get it yourself in the end. It's better to save me waiting for you."
Winston said.
"Ah... I feel like I'm a Formula 1 sinner if I don't finish in the top six!"
The existence of Winston made him feel at ease. Hunter squinted and yawned.
He fell back, curled up slowly, and said vaguely, "Winston... why are you... being so nice to me?"
There are so many people and so many great drivers in this world, why would you choose me
Winston propped up on the mattress and leaned towards him slowly, running his fingers lightly over his eyebrows.
"Because I came here just for you."
Hunter had given out steady breathing and fell asleep.
In the blur, he felt something soft and warm lightly pressed from the tip of his brow to the corner of his lips and circled him.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: So many great drivers, why choose me
Winston: Come over here, I'll tell you.
Hunter: Damn it! Where are you touching me! What the hell! Where are you licking me! go away!