At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Hunter's cell phone rang and was picked up by Winston.
He walked out the door, and the call was from the team's nutritionist.
"Little Hunter! You're not coming down for lunch! You have to eat normally, or the game will collapse. Do you understand!"
"Sorry, I'll bring him lunch."
The cold but polite voice came, which made the nutritionist absent for a moment.
"Then... who are you?"
The voice really didn't look like someone in the convoy.
"I'm Winston."
"… Oh! My goodness! Are you Winston? Ferrari's Winston?"
"Yes."
"God! Did you eat lunch? Do you need it for you?"
The nutritionist got excited. She had long heard that Winston seemed to have a good impression of Hunter, but she didn't expect him to be in his room!
Wait, Winston is in Hunter's room, why doesn't this kid have a good exchange of experience with the other party, and he dares to sleep soundly
"If it's not troublesome, thank you."
Winston's answer made the nutritionist ecstatic.
My God, Winston wants to eat the nutritious meal they prepared!
When Winston came to the restaurant to take away the nutritious meal, the entire convoy was surprised.
"That... Hunter, is he all right?" said a strategist with some concern.
"It's all right. He's sleeping," Winston replied, then looked at Marcus.
Marcus stood up and shook hands with him, after all... Maybe one day it rains red, and Winston's contract expires. Will he be willing to come to their team
"Mr. Marcus, I would like to give you some advice about Hunt's race at Silverstone."
A driver from another team came to guide the Marcus team. If it weren't for Winston, most people would think that this person was arrogant and even insulting.
But Winston's face has no superfluous expressions, and his tone is calm and objective, which makes people unable to produce negative feelings.
"certainly."
"With Hunter's technical characteristics and your car's performance, he is suitable for three stops. If he has a chance to catch up with Donald or Penny in the last dozen laps, he might as well make four stops."
Marcus was stunned by Winston's words.
"You said... Hunter can catch up with Sauber's Donald or Renault's Penny?" Marcus showed a "this is a fantasy" expression.
In the last race, Hunter was able to get sixth, which was an "explosive data" for the entire team.
But he can't blow up again and again, and at Silverstone, Marcus will feel quite fortunate that he can stay in the top ten.
"Of course he can."
With that, Winston left with his plate.
And Marcus looked stupidly at the technical officer beside him.
The technical officer shrugged. "If Hunter was driving a Ferrari... maybe?"
"Hey, we're using a Ferrari engine this year, okay?"
"So... is it still possible?"
Hunter woke up to the smell of food.
He opened his eyes and saw Winston sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey... how long have I slept?"
"More than two hours."
"Oh... is this lunch prepared by the team?"
"Um."
"You brought it for me?"
"Um."
Hunter could imagine the expressions of the rest of the team at this time.
"Come and eat, it tastes okay."
Hunter took the plate from Winston, a little surprised.
He felt like Winston... how should I put it, a well-mannered guy can't stand people eating in bed, right
Hunter couldn't help but look at him more as he put food into his mouth.
The angle of his fingers and wrists twisting as he rolls up the spaghetti is really elegant, and the drooping eyebrows and the spaghetti between his lips, Hunter can't even take his eyes off.
"What are you looking at?" Winston looked up.
He was already close, so seeing his eyes like this, Hunter's heart was inexplicably irritable for no reason.
"Why do you have German sausages on your plate and not mine?" Hunter made a random excuse.
"The nutritionist says you hate German sausages."
"But it looks like a good day today?"
Winston didn't say anything, just forked a small piece and brought it to Hunter's lips.
"Then try it."
Hunter's heart trembled for no reason, and lowered his head to hold the sausage.
Winston continued to fork asparagus and pasta into his mouth, not caring that his fork had been caught by Hunter.
"It seems to be okay, another slice?" Hunter wondered if the other party would feed him again.
Actually... it's really hard to eat...
"Fork yourself," Winston replied.
Hunter was disappointed.
How could he possibly eat that damn thing!
"By the way, if I can still make the top six at Silverstone, how are you going to encourage me?"
Hunter put down his plate and looked at Winston with a look of anticipation.
The expression on the other party's face has not even changed: "Isn't it right to get sixth?"
"... Are you confident in me, or are you perfunctory?"
"I won't be perfunctory about your business."
Winston finally raised his eyes and looked at Hunter.
The swaying zenith was supported like this, and there was no reason for turmoil.
"Anyway, it's my first time in London..."
"I see. If you can make the top six, I'll accompany you around London. Where do you want to go?"
Yes, Winston is British!
"London Eye. Every time there is a disaster movie, there is a picture of the London Eye collapsing!"
"It's just a Ferris wheel. And it ranks fourth in the world. It takes 30 minutes to make a circle, and it doesn't take 30 seconds to get bored and clamor to go down." Winston said lightly.
"...Hey, it's like you know me well."
"Yeah. Then you'll be drowsy, and you don't understand the romance of women." Winston put the plate aside, his chin half tilted.
That gesture clearly despised Hunter's taste.
"Hey, you never thought that one day, when the game was over, you would sit on the London Eye with your loved ones for sightseeing. You could hug, you could kiss, why would you be bored?"
"I see. Thirty minutes is enough for sex."
Hunter nearly squirted the spaghetti.
"Winston! You have the skills to say the same to all the media who interview you!"
"Yes. But the reason you gave is very good. I can accompany you to the London Eye. Where else do you want to go?"
"Tower of London."
"That's where prisoners are held."
"Is it really dark inside?"
"fine."
"If I were the king, what do you think would be the first thing I would do after I ascended the throne?" Hunter laughed, the plate almost fell over, Winston supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and caught the plate firmly with the other. end.
"What do you want to do?"
At this angle, Winston was looking right into Hunter's eyes from the bottom up.
His breath slid between Hunter's lips and between his teeth, but disappeared just as he was about to touch the tip of his tongue.
"I'll put you in the Tower of London. Let you be my prisoner forever."
Hunter felt like he was crazy, he didn't know how he could say such a thing.
What he meant to say was to decorate the Tower of London as a gingerbread house for the little ones to play for free.
But when Winston got close to him, the tip of his tongue, his vocal cords, even his brain, didn't seem to belong to him.
Hunter was inexplicably uneasy, but when he thought of Winston's cold humor, he felt that it was nothing at all.
"Okay," replied Winston.
"Okay… okay what?"
Go to the Tower of London with me, or be my prisoner
Don't be tempted, can you answer
Winston did not answer his question, but instead asked, "Where else?"
Forget it... Winston wouldn't give him the answer.
"Eton! Would it be too far from London? Or go in your black Ferrari?"
By the way, he can also open it.
"You're not someone who wants to study." Winston's implication was that you didn't yearn for a famous school. Why did you go so far to visit Eton College
"Hey, there used to be an aristocratic school! Can't I feel the aristocratic atmosphere?"
"Then there is no need to go," replied Winston.
"why?"
"I'm a graduate of Eton College, just look at me."
"Oh..." Hunter was stunned, "No wonder so many people say that you have aristocratic temperament, so you received aristocratic education!"
But in fact, he wanted to see what kind of depressing atmosphere Eton College had, in addition to the so-called extravagance, which drove the Crown Prince of Nepal crazy, educated Baron Brockt, who was not doing his job properly, and Darren, who committed the robbery and jewelry fraud case. Lis Gooby.
Winston said coolly, "You don't want to feel some aristocratic atmosphere, but to laugh at the so-called aristocratic education?"
Hunter froze.
He suddenly felt a little sad.
Why does the person who knows him best is Van Winston
"Hey, you still haven't said it. When did you hear me swear! When did you hear me say those three sentences?" Hunter decided to get to the bottom of it.
"A lifetime."
"It's here again! Last life! Your answer is very perfunctory." Hunter suddenly became interested, and sometimes thought Winston's cold humor like a confession or even ambiguous hints was very interesting, and the words of the previous life were really "original" "Sex", why can't I just follow his words and see what else this guy can make up!
"Okay, tell me, when have you ever heard me swear at me in your last life?" Hunter supported his knees and looked at each other with interest.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I was your prisoner forever, but the place where I lost my freedom was not the Tower of London.
Hunter: Where is that
Winston: Here it is.
Hunter: Damn it! Where are you messing around!