Hunter thought in his heart: Feeling that one day he has reached the platoon of first-class drivers, these reporters will also use his poor performance as a typical case to encourage new drivers
He looked in the direction of the PR manager, and the PR manager replied with a smile: "This is Hunter's first year in Formula One, how could we possibly put pressure on him? And Hunter is very sensible and motivated, so all The pressure is his motivation! Of course we are doing our best to help him adapt, we trust him and grow together with him!”
Hunter admired the public relations manager's ability to open his eyes and lie in his heart. When has he been sensible and advanced? When do you use stress as motivation
Alas, other nonsense will no longer expose him, and it is not easy for a public relations manager to face the media with one enemy.
"Hunter, most of the runners encountered a situation like yours in the main race. Even if they insisted on running the entire distance, they would give up psychologically, but you chose to go beyond. Why is this?"
This question is very deep. Yet Hunter knew he couldn't tell the truth.
Because the fact is that he believes that Winston is waiting for him ahead, he can't hesitate and can't give up, but who would believe such an answer
Hunter looked at the public relations manager again, and the public relations manager complained wildly in his heart: kid, you just need to say some positive and uplifting testimonials, don't throw the blame on me!
"Hunter, please answer my question directly, your thoughts are not in the team's control."
The media hinted that they wondered if the team did not want the young teenager to express his opinion. Even the poor performance of the first three races is also related to the team.
The public relations manager rolled his eyes again in his heart: This kid is too lazy to fly to the sky, so he will be side by side with the sun, he just pretends to be not good at dealing with the media, and will throw the blame in the future!
The PR manager's smile cramped: "It's okay, Hunter. Express yourself and let everyone know about you."
Hunter opened his mouth and seemed to be thinking. After a long time, he said, "I... I'm not good at dealing with the media, because when I get nervous... I will say bad things."
Hunter doesn't care if the media will call him a "stutterer" like Maddie, and he will pretend to stutter when answering questions in the future, so that they will be exhausted and won't ask him any more questions!
"I...I grew up stuttering when I was nervous...what my teammate McGrady said to the media...it's all...it's true...I chose the car because I wanted to boost my self-confidence and...and control my emotions. Force... I feel like this time... I've surpassed my limits this time, and I'm happy."
Hunter nodded, indicating that he was done.
Maddie on the side felt like he was struck by lightning. Now this kid Hunter is "inspirational", and the media has a good impression of him. At this time, it is a childish act of revenge to say so "naturally" what McGrady told the media about his stuttering. But Maddie couldn't say anything.
So angry that he vomited blood, he could only vomit like this!
Originally thought that the reporters would look at him with sympathy, but unexpectedly they seemed to admire him, as if he had become a model of success and inspiration.
Then one of the media people actually applauded, and the others followed suit.
"Hunter, say a few more words! Don't be nervous, we can wait for you to speak slowly!"
Hunter showed a grateful smile, but roared in his heart: No! This is not the result I want! I don't want to talk nonsense!
And the public relations manager also looked at Hunter with astonishment. He couldn't see that this guy was quite careful. He didn't speak. He created such a positive image as soon as he spoke!
There are more and more reporters asking questions, and each one has the expression "We respect you, as long as you speak up".
Hunter really wanted to hide in the bathroom and play his matchmaking.
At that moment, he saw Winston among the reporters who asked questions one after another.
The other party folded his arms, leaned against the door, looked at him sideways, with a teasing smile in his eyes.
He showed too little emotion, and Hunt couldn't help but look at the other party, wanting to know whether the slight smile was real or his own illusion.
How did Winston come here
When did he come? Did you just come when you were deliberately exaggerating to say that you were nervous and couldn't speak clearly
There was inexplicable excitement in his heart, but when he thought that he only won the eighth place in this stop, and the other party was expecting the top six, Hunter's heart cooled.
Will Winston console himself
Although this guy looked indifferent to everyone, for some reason, Hunter felt that he would always take care of his emotions.
Because Hunter stared in that direction for so long that other reporters noticed it and turned around.
When they saw Winston, they all showed expressions of surprise.
One of the reporters asked boldly: "Mr. Winston, why are you here?"
When everyone thought he would nod lightly and leave, Winston said, "I booked a ticket for the London Eye, Hunter, do you want to go together tomorrow morning?"
Everyone looked at Hunter in astonishment, knowing that Winston hardly got close to anyone, even the drivers of the same team, what made this young player who just showed his head and feet to be favored by the top drivers
Winston's voice was clearly unhurried, but Hunter felt like he had been hit by a force.
He nodded stupidly.
"Well, see you in London at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
Winston was about to turn around, but as if he had suddenly remembered something, he bent down slightly and leaned into the microphone of a young reporter: "He never gets nervous when he talks to me."
Before everyone could react, Winston had already turned away.
Hunter wanted to run away quickly: oh - oh my god! How could Winston take down his stand
It is said that many senior reporters will be nervous when facing Winston because of the strong aura. If Hunter had no problem speaking in front of Winston, he was just facing reporters, so nervous!
The media at the scene began to ask frantically again, many of which were about Winston, and some even asked Hunter if he wanted to switch to Ferrari.
"I'm still pretending I'm not full for dinner so I'm going to pass out..."
Before he could fall, Marcus and the PR manager held him back.
Marcus whispered: "If you are more dishonest, we will make you really have no food to eat in the future!"
That night, Hunter returned to the hotel and ran into Donald in the corridor.
This guy was holding the beauties again, and there were still two of them. Hunter couldn't help but start a discordant imagination in his mind.
"Hey! Little Hunter!" Donald greeted him.
Hunter ignored him when he thought that if he hadn't had a flat tire, he might have passed this guy.
And also "Little Hunter", are you big there? Take it out for a walk!
"Aren't you angry?" Donald smiled and patted Hunter's shoulder.
"What are you doing!"
"Thank you," Donald said suddenly and solemnly.
"no need thank me?"
"Thank you for the flat tire, otherwise I won't be fourth in the race."
Hunter tilted his head: "Are you stupid for rolling the sheets? You thank me for this? Come back to the room with me if you have the ability, and I will crush your head with the door!"
"Hey, don't get excited! Can't you hear my admiration for you?" Donald shook his head amusingly. For the party, I only invited my teammates, but now I am willing to invite you, do you want to come?"
A discordant association started in Hunter's mind again: "Party for three people? What do you want to do?"
Donald immediately covered his stomach and laughed: "What can only the three of us do? Of course, besides us, there are also a large group of bunny girls!"
Hunter's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Donald patted him on the chest. "The next race is in Austria. When are you leaving the UK?"
"The day after tomorrow." Hunter looked forward to it. He knew that Donald was good at playing, but the bunny girl party or something was something he had been fantasizing about since he entered adolescence, and he never thought that it was Donald who made it happen for him.
Just when Hunter was in various imaginations, he suddenly remembered that he had invited Winston to the London Eye.
"Well, when does your party end?"
"All night until dawn."
"Your team allowed you to be so crazy?"
"The crazier I am, the better." Donald waved his hand and said, "Hey, bring your own cover!"
The last reminder almost made Hunter stand up.
So Hunter didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night because he was in good spirits and thought about it.
The next morning, when the alarm on the mobile phone kept going, Hunter turned around with the quilt in his arms, suddenly thought of something, and sat up suddenly.
Today he's going to the London Eye with Winston!
Hurry up!
Hunter hurriedly rushed into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his T-shirt, took out his sports jacket in the suitcase, put on his sunglasses, and looked in the mirror left and right, thinking about it or not... Winston is so handsome , No matter how he dresses, he has no sense of existence in front of him.
The weather in London is very good today, and there are many tourists lining up in London right now.
But Hunter saw Winston at a glance.
He was wearing Hunter's baseball cap that was photographed at the charity dinner last time. He was wearing a simple sweater and sweatpants, but even in such a low-key and casual way, he was still a presence that could not be ignored in the crowd.
With his head half down, he seems to be editing text messages while holding his phone with one hand, the other in his pocket.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Why did you demolish my stage!
Winston: So that you can honestly answer questions from the media. For example, who is your man.
Hunter: …what a mess! Why are you asking me to go to the London Eye in front of the media!
Winston: To let the media know who your man is.
Hunter: … the days are over!