"Huh? What?"
"nothing."
Hunter started playing and turned on the music. The man beside him was smoking a cigarette quietly.
Hunter played for a few minutes before Winston said slowly, "Want to take a sip?"
"Oh... ok..." Hunter didn't even raise his eyes, turned sideways, and leaned his head to the other side with his mouth half-open, but his eyes were still fixed on the phone.
He felt the shadow approaching, and he finally raised his eyes without seeing smoke stuffed into his mouth for a long time.
The mind was stunned for a moment by a force, it was Winston's eyes.
He subconsciously wanted to step back, but he couldn't move, as if he was locked into those eyes, and he couldn't escape when he was on a rampage.
Winston exhaled abruptly from the cigarette in his mouth, right into Hunter's lips, twirled his teeth, and sank deeper.
While Hunter was nearly coughing, Winston straightened his back and looked at him coolly.
"What the hell are you smoking! With you..."
wrong! What the hell were you doing so close to me just now! Scary!
Winston snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him: "Aren't you going to drive an F1 over my head?"
After speaking, he left with his pockets in his pocket.
Hunter was choked up, and tears were about to fall.
It was only then that he realized that Winston didn't even think about taking a sip of himself, he was just taking revenge on himself.
"I wipe... What kind of gentleman? I will pay for it!" Hunter took a gulp of water, got up and walked back to the convoy.
But no matter what, the depressed mood just now was swept away.
The race will be played at 8:00 the next night. During this period, Hunter needs to adjust his state and also need to communicate with the team.
It has been a long time since Hunter took part in the team's waiting for me strategy analysis meeting so seriously. The technical officer was pleased with Hunter's focused attitude.
McGrady's ankle is almost in good shape, and the imbalance in his heart is becoming more and more obvious about the absence of this British Grand Prix.
When Hunter got up and left, Maddie suddenly said, "This is your normal level."
Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, came to McGrady's ear and said, "In order to meet your ardent hopes, I will perform exceptionally in every game in the future."
Maddie wanted to say something, but Hunter walked away with his pockets in his pocket.
"Maddy... Hunter is just a kid, what do you care about him?" Luke patted Maddie on the shoulder.
"He's a kid? You know what he did to me?"
"What did you do?" Luke became curious.
Maddie opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
All cars are in their place.
Hunter's palms were sweating, his heart beating like it didn't belong to his body.
He knew he was nervous.
He knew very well that from this moment on, he could not miss all the fleeting opportunities.
Winston was just ahead.
This time, he was the closest of all the racers to the finish, and he was further from him than the last time.
"I'll be waiting for you at the next corner."
When that sentence fell in his mind, Hunter rushed out.
The first corner, the closest to the starting point, is also the most dangerous... Don't rush Hunter, don't rush...
As expected before the race, a car was almost pushed out of the track, and Hunter was walking on the tip of a knife, and he would fall down if he was not careful.
Mr. Marcus clenched his fist nervously, Luke had completed the first lap smoothly, and Hunter was still among the mid-to-late runners.
"It's hard for Hunter to stand out." The technical officer frowned.
On the second lap again, almost three cars were about to go through the corner in parallel. Hunter entered the corner decisively, and after exiting the corner first, gradually distanced himself from the vehicles behind.
"Very good... very smooth... I think Hunter still has a chance to get points." Marcus narrowed his eyes.
After five laps, Hunter began a contest with the driver in front.
His nerves were tense and tense, and he told himself to be tighter, tighter! When he's released, he's going to be unstoppable!
What happened next stunned Marcus and all the fans at the scene.
When the two Williams drivers were battling each other, Hunter took advantage of the gap between their competition to whizz by in a thrilling way, causing Marcus to break into a cold sweat, but Hunter's ranking instantly climbed to tenth one.
Immediately after, he chased after Caterham's driver and followed the driver for almost five laps. He had tried to overtake but was defended by his opponent.
"This kid is annoyingly patient," the technical officer said, squinting and dragging his chin.
"Are you complimenting that kid?" Marcus asked.
"I just suddenly felt that the opponent he was chasing was pitiful."
After lap after lap, it was clear that Caterham's driver could not bear the pursuit of Hunter if but at any time, and in a left corner, Hunter ran the line beautifully, passed it in one fell swoop, and rose to tenth. bit.
"Good job—" Marcus couldn't help but get excited.
I was least optimistic about Hunter before, but I don't know why, I always feel that this guy is going to be a blockbuster today.
"Hunter is about to pit! Hurry up!"
The technicians ran.
Hunter made a perfect stop, and after leaving the station, he ran fast without any scruples, easily surpassing his teammate Luke and entering the eighth place.
"This kid... He really won't give up until he gets the top six!"
"But from this moment on, there are first-class drivers in front of him."
At this time, Hunter was chasing Enzo of Lotus.
Taking a breath, Hunter knew that he could now release himself completely.
He tried to overtake Enzo three times in a row, bold but sharp. Enzo, who ranked fifth in total points last year, felt that there was a sharp blade behind him, as if he was about to pierce him at any time.
Enzo held his breath at this time. He still remembered that after the last race, when he was chatting with Donald of Sauber, the guy said angrily that he should not underestimate Evan Hunt of Marcus, who was chased by him. It feels like being side by side with death behind you, with the scythe on top of your head.
At that time, Enzo just smiled and felt that Donald was just trying to save face for being almost overtaken by a kid, but this time when the kid chased after him and wanted to cut him off at any time, he could finally understand Donald Mood.
Finally, Hunter and Enzo were in a heart-to-heart battle. Enzo didn't even know how Hunter controlled the wiring. He only knew that at a certain moment when his heart was split open, the kid had arrogantly passed through him and went to to the front!
"Good job—" Marcus almost burst into tears.
And Maddie, who was watching this scene, couldn't say a word.
After dozens of seconds, when Donald found that the opponent behind him had changed from Enzo to Hunter, he gritted his teeth in his heart: Damn! Why is this kid again! I dislike him!
Hunter locked Donald tightly, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. We couldn't surpass you in the last stop, we will play to the end in this stop!
Hunter chased after Donald, and even many staff members of the Marcus team became nervous.
"Over him! Hunter! Over him!"
"Oh, stinky brat! If you surpass Donald, please watch pole dancing tonight!"
"Overtake him! We'll give you a pole dance!"
The audience watched Hunter turn around with great patience, but overtake arrogantly, and were inexplicably moved by him.
As Hunt and Donald battled wheel-to-wheel, many people stood up to cheer him on.
But at the moment of exiting the corner, Hunter's right rear tire punctured!
"Damn—" Marcus's eyes almost popped out!
The staff raised their hands to cover their eyes.
They thought that this time, Hunter would not only pass Sauber's Donald, but even many of the drivers in front, to do what they thought was impossible for a small team like them.
"After all... does God still think we're too greedy?"
The audience was in an uproar, shouting and regretting one after another within these two seconds.
And Hunter's heart was as light as a feather at that moment, and all the perceptions seemed to leave his brain.
finished...
he is done...
All previous efforts were in vain...
He felt one car after another passing by, including Enzo who was overtaken by him.
Winston said he would be waiting for him at the next corner.
Just watching myself get further and further away from him... He was not reconciled, really not reconciled!
Absolutely not reconciled!
Hunter's teeth clenched.
"Let him come back... It's just one game, as long as it stays in this state, it's ok next time..." After regretting, Marcus thought that perhaps it was Hunter who was more sad.
"Mr. Marcus! Hunter is about to pit! He's going to keep running!"
All I saw was Hunter coming towards the pits in a car with only three tires.
"He said he was going to continue?" Marcus was a little surprised.
Even if it continues, his ranking is plummeting, and it is almost impossible to get points in the remaining laps.
"Let him continue." The other staff members said in unison.
"Okay! Let the guys who are waiting to see us crest to see how good we are!"
When Hunter started again from the pits, his ranking had dropped to 14th, but the audience gave him warm applause.
When people thought he was just trying to finish the race, he started overtaking frantically again.
Catching up with two opponents in the same lap, the audience applauded.
Then Hunter completed the third pit stop of the game. After leaving the station, his attitude without turning back was like suicide, but Marcus, as a bystander, could feel the persistence in Hunter's heart.
He didn't know what made this kid refuse to give up
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Whatever the outcome, I will comfort you or encourage you well.
Hunter: How to comfort? How to encourage
Winston: Comfort your front and encourage your back.
Hunter: …