"Hunter! Hunter, let me out! What the hell are you driving today! Why didn't you stop Duchovny for me! This is the team's strategy! Don't you understand?"
The roar seemed to pierce the eardrums.
The young man sitting on the toilet rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, took out his mobile phone and played a game of Whisper, and turned on the sound by the way.
"Fuck your whole family! Get out of here!"
"My parents have gone to see God, you have to fuck my whole family there!" Hunter said nonchalantly.
"You brat who can't even grow hair on a bird, open the door!"
Hunter tilted his head and carefully recalled whether there was any hair growing there, and then helplessly said, "The hair on my bird grows pretty well, why don't I take a picture and send it to you?"
After a one-second pause, Maddie kicked the door so hard that Hunter's phone almost fell into the pit.
"Hunter! You stammer! Are you afraid you won't be able to fucking say a word when you see me, so you won't fucking come out!"
Hunter pouted. Basically, he can't speak until he is very excited, but he is not excited now, and his tongue is very easy to use.
"Hey, Maddie... I'm serious, if I'm capable of stopping Duchovny, I'm not a rookie who can't even get points."
Duchovny was fourth in the individual points of the Formula One Grand Prix last year. Is it as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to deal with him, a kid who has only started three races
There was a hint of laziness in Hunter's voice, "It's none of my business, you don't have the skills yourself".
A fire burned from the top of Maddie's head, and he roared: "Why don't you just say that you can't even get points in the three races so far, just get out!"
Well, that's a bit of a stab at the ego that Hunter barely has.
So... we hurt each other
I'll give you a big present.
Otherwise I guess I can't even get out of the bathroom door. The phone is about to run out of battery, so I can't play Xiaoxiao!
Hunter twisted the open drink bottle on the ground, unbuttoned his pants slowly, and whispered hiss.
"Maddy, are you still there?" Hunter's timid voice sounded.
Then the door was kicked again.
"Little bastard! I'm still here!"
With a wicked smile on Hunter's lips, he stood on the toilet lid and quickly smashed the drink bottle out of the crack on the top door.
Only after hearing a clatter, Maddie's roar almost overturned the ceiling of the bathroom!
"Evan Hunter - I'm going to kill you!"
This time, the door was really kicked open!
Hunter was not surprised at all. In fact, it was a miracle that the door could withstand Maddie's attack for so long.
The angered Maddie was wet on his shoulders, covered in embarrassment, and his eyes were about to burst into Hunter's body. He pulled Hunter down from the toilet and saw that his fist was about to hit Hunter's face, and a cold voice sounded from the door.
"If you don't use the bathroom, please go out."
The air pressure plummeted, causing the heart to sink.
Obviously the other party's voice is not loud, but there is an illusion that the brain is suppressed.
Maddie's original angry expression was replaced by surprise, and the moment his hand was released, Hunter slammed away and retreated out of Maddie's attack range.
"Winston..." Maddie didn't expect this person to appear at all.
Winston didn't speak, just glanced at the pool of liquid on the ground and walked calmly to the sink.
This was the first time Hunter had seen Vann Winston so closely.
This man got the F1 license at the age of 18 like himself, and Ferrari signed the young teenager from England with a discerning eye. His arrogance once made him not liked by the industry, but in the past three years Winston has overcome difficulties and achieved dazzling results. Last year, he won the second place in the total score of the individual.
His handsome facial features and aristocratic temperament from England attracted countless female fans, and even some media wrote: Winston has a kind of abstinence sexy.
He said very few words, and the media hardly ever took pictures of him laughing.
The technique and appearance are outstanding, which makes Hunter, who is standing on the side, feel sour in his heart.
One is the future king predicted by the media, and the other is a newcomer who ranks at the bottom... Hunter suddenly felt that this kind of meeting hurt a little bit of self-esteem... Although he still felt that he had no self-esteem.
Wait, now is not the time to be sour, if he doesn't leave at this time, he will be beaten into a muddy toilet by Maddie!
Hunter moved silently in the direction of the door, and Maddie was trotting toward him.
It's over, go out or be beaten!
But it's worth it anyway!
At this moment, Winston's voice sounded.
"Hunter."
Hunter's shoulders trembled like ice ridges falling into warm water, and he had never dreamed of what it was like when Winston pronounced his name.
He felt that he must have heard it wrong, and took another step forward, but his name was read again by that unique voice.
"Hunter."
"you call me?"
Hunter opened his eyes and pointed to himself.
With his back to him, Winston was slowly wiping his hands with a tissue.
Among racing drivers, Winston's physique is definitely rare, tall and slender. Even if he is only back, he has wide shoulders and narrow hips, and the lines of his legs are so beautiful that people want to break him.
Hunter began to feel sour again. He stared at the pool of liquid on the ground, and suddenly hoped that Winston would step on it as soon as he turned around. Will his emotionless face crack open
Winston threw the tissue into the trash can and turned around, as if he had been calculated with precision, his toes were almost a centimeter from the pool of liquid.
Hunter sighed to himself.
Didn't step on it, what a pity.
But he didn't forget that the other party called his name just now, and it was twice.
"Is there a problem?"
Honestly, Hunter was surprised that Winston could pronounce his name.
Of course, Maddie, who was going to beat him, was also surprised.
Winston turned, his icy blue eyes looking at Hunter.
His eyes were beautifully contoured and had an indescribable depth. No wonder a well-known female media person once wrote in a column half-jokingly: Don't look at Vann Winston for more than three seconds, or you will lose yourself.
He walked towards Hunter, getting closer.
"Your pants are not pulled up."
"Huh? What?" Hunter couldn't come back to his senses.
The other party didn't say it a second time, just raised his hand. When his fingertips touched the zipper of Hunter's jeans, Hunter seemed to feel the other hand was pressing lightly on his most sensitive place. .
The sound of the zipper rubbed against Hunter's heart.
Winston turned his face slightly, lowered his eyes, time slowed his breathing and pulled along, and Hunter's mind was at a loss.
Then, the other party walked past him, as if the conversation they had just had never happened.
After a few seconds, Maddie said, "When did you have a relationship with Vann Winston?"
Hunter shook his head blankly: "Today... we speak for the first time!"
"Really?" Maddie turned his face sideways, and his expression became hideous again.
Hunter finally turned around and ran all the way.
"Evan Hunter - I'm going to break your neck!"
So, on the way back to New York on the plane, Hunter wore sunglasses all the time, because he was beaten into panda eyes by Maddie, and it was two.
The team manager, Mr. Marcus, sat next to him.
"Hunter... I know you're just getting into Formula 1 and haven't quite gotten used to it yet. It's just three races in, you still have a long way to go, let's get your nerves up, okay?" Kuss said.
stretch up
How to be stretched
Otherwise, let me take a look at you
"I know, Maddie told you, there is him without me, and I without him. Just because I didn't block Duchovny behind him."
"Listen, Hunter... You think about how many drivers want to get into Formula 1 every year, why did we choose you? Of course because our whole team thinks you have potential! Duchovny is really famous. The new star, but you also have your own advantages, as long as you focus and give it a shot..."
"Isn't it because it's cheap?" Hunter tilted his head and didn't take off his sunglasses.
"What?" Marcus didn't understand what Hunter meant by these words suddenly.
"You choose me because my annual salary is cheap, 250,000 euros."
Marcus opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.
Hunter tilted his head and continued to sleep.
It is estimated that from the next race, he will change from the official driver of the Marcus team to the test driver.
This is also good, when others are in the game, you can squat next to you, smoke, and play mobile games.
And... Exit when it's time to exit.
Mr. Marcus sighed and said after a long time: "There is a charity dinner held by Ferrari this Saturday night, and we are also invited. You can go too." Marcus said.
"I'd better not show up. I'm afraid Maddie won't be able to laugh at the media."
Marcus knew that Hunter didn't like dealing with the media, so he persuaded: "You should go to eat snacks and drink champagne."
"I can't drink."
"Oh... I forgot that you are under twenty-one years old." Marcus said in a regretful tone, "but you can eat snacks and see beautiful women."
"Okay... I'll go." Hunter sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn't go, Mr. Marcus would keep persuading him. There were more than 360 reasons, and he wouldn't want to sleep for even a minute if he didn't bring duplicates.
When the plane arrived, Hunter carried his bag and returned to his small apartment in New York, where he threw the bag and lay down on the bed.
I'm alone... so boring...
He turned on the computer and randomly searched for the news of the last match.
The first thing that popped up was the Ferrari press conference after the race.
Winston was sitting next to the team manager. Almost all the questions from the media were directed at him, but it was the team manager who answered the questions.
"Winston, you are only 0.5 seconds away from catching up with "Jaws" Shire in this race. In the next races, you feel that you will be the biggest obstacle to Shire's defending championship. ?"
Asking the question is Audrey Wilson, a well-known Formula 1 writer.