Hunter held his chin and looked out the window while laughing: "If you talked to the media like this, even with a big ice face, they wouldn't have written about you being arrogant, eyes above the top or something three years ago."
"I don't care what they write."
"I know. I used to gloat watching who they slammed. But not anymore..."
"What's wrong?"
"If anyone speaks ill of you, I'm afraid I can't help but beat him to death."
Because... you seem to be my only friend.
"That's why you cry after the game, isn't it?" Winston said.
"Ah?" Hunter was stunned.
"I'll be criticized for worrying that I'm not good enough."
Hunter's brows furrowed, at that moment he hated this man, he always used such a natural tone to say what was on other people's minds.
"Isn't it? You're a driver who can compete with Jaws Shire and Red Bull's Owen for the championship. You and I are like two worlds." Hunter shrugged.
"I've always wanted to be close to you, even though I don't know how to do it in the shortest time possible. If you think we're far away, I don't know what to do."
Hunter lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands: "God...don't talk to me like that."
"Then how should I speak to you?"
"Okay, sorry, Winston. We've been on the same track, now and always."
Hunter raised his eyes to look at each other.
He suddenly couldn't help but wonder if there would be someone like Winston who would say something to him so seriously in the future, making him feel like the most special person in the world.
Lunch was a steak that was fried just right. Hunter had a good appetite. Looking at Winston in front of him, he was not in a hurry. His fingers pressed the back of the knife to cut the steak with meticulousness and a hint of decisiveness.
"What are you looking at?" Winston asked with downcast eyes.
Does this guy also have eyes on his forehead? You know I'm looking at him!
"This... Learn your elegant western food etiquette and improve my self-cultivation." Hunter said with a squinting smile.
"But I don't want you to be like me. I want you to always act what you want in your heart." Winston put down his knife and raised his eyes.
"Whatever you want?" Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth, "Then Winston... can you and don't change, I hope we can still chat like this in many years, you are still the most important friend by my side ."
Please don't be like my mother who turned her back on me for the so-called "start over".
Don't be like my father, because of the so-called failure, he can only drink wine, but he can't see me.
"Hunter, I can't be your friend forever."
Winston's voice fell, and Hunter subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand.
Sure enough, you and I are both independent people, no matter how good friends are - there is no banquet in the world.
"But I will always be by your side, even if you fear me, tire of me, and struggle to leave me."
Winston's voice was obviously soft, but Hunter had the illusion of being trapped.
"How could I be afraid of you? Tired of you? Well, sometimes I do get bored... As soon as you appear, I have no girls to hang out with, and they will only see you."
And I have hands and feet, no matter who I want to leave, I don't need to struggle.
Winston did not answer.
Hunter thought for a while and then said: "Wait, if you can't be my friend forever, how can you be by my side forever? Be a lifelong enemy? Love each other on the track like you and Mercedes-Benz's Charles. kill?"
"I'll be who you are, you think."
"I can't think of it if I want to break my head..." Hunter frowned and tilted his head. "I find that my logic is often different from yours. Of course... It's also very interesting."
"I'm not very patient, Hunter. When you're beyond my patience, I won't be the gentleman I am now."
It was as if he was threatening himself, but Hunter's fingers that clenched the knife slowly loosened.
"How can you not be a gentleman to me? Is it worse than Maddie hitting me?" Hunter asked with a smile, leaning his face towards Winston.
I don't care if you're a gentleman or not, as long as you don't turn around like all the people I think are important.
Winston also leaned slowly towards Hunter, looked him in the eyes and replied, "Would you like to try it now?"
"Okay, come on!"
Before Hunter could laugh out loud, he saw Winston turn his face sideways, supporting the dining table with one hand, his drooping eyebrows getting closer and closer, Hunter could almost feel the warmth of each other's lips, all the feelings at that moment Incredibly sharp.
At that moment, it should be the quickest reaction in Hunter's life.
He stepped back suddenly, his back against the back of the chair, and stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Idiot." Winston raised his chin and continued slicing the steak.
Hunter tilted his head... As if he was tricked by this guy again
What did the phrase "idiot" mean
Contempt of the king
"Believe it or not, next time you play with me in this way, I'll stab you with a knife."
Hunter felt the need to make it clear to the other party. It used to be cold humor in words... ah, no, it was harassment, and now it's even more extreme.
"Okay, you poke." Winston had finished his steak, and began to order his snack.
"Not only will I poke you, but I will stick my tongue in and let you eat my saliva!"
Is it true that the so-called "aristocratic gentlemen" have no lower limit when they discard their self-cultivation
"If you really want to reach in, I'll keep you from getting out."
Hunter nearly spit out the black tea, coughing violently, about to be the first racer to choke to death on black tea.
"You can't beat me, so don't try." Winston handed the tissue to Hunter.
Yes, yes... Competing with you is hurting yourself!
After lunch, Hunter wiped his mouth: "I want to go to the supermarket. A small supermarket will do."
"What do you want to buy?"
"Hey. Cover." Hunter whispered to the other side.
Something good is about to happen to him!
"Are you messing around like last time?" Winston just glanced at him.
"It's a bunny girl party! Stop pretending, it's every normal man's dream!" Hunter squeezed his eyes and pointed at each other, "No matter how cold it is on the surface, when you hear it, your heart will be itchy. Bar!"
"I will," replied Winston.
Hunter smiled even brighter: "That's it! You don't need to hold this kind of thing in front of your brother!"
"If you were wearing bunny ears," Winston said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"...I don't want to be friends with you anymore."
"I said long ago that I didn't want to be friends with you."
Hunter rolled his eyes. He realized that it was not enough to communicate with Winston and ignore his aura. What was more important was to have the stunt of being mad enough to be able to resurrect.
"Then do you want to go?"
Think about whether the picture of Winston surrounded by bunny girls could not be more beautiful, and see if he can put on a desireless expression.
"when?"
"tonight… "
"Who is going to invite you?"
"Donald..."
"Donald of Sauber?"
"Yes… "
"It was he who took you to the bar last time?"
"Yeah, what's this?"
"When did you get along with him?"
"Hey, what does it mean to be good with him! I don't have a deep hatred with him, and I like the honesty of this guy. What's in my heart? It's not hypocritical..."
Wait... I feel that Winston's rhythm of asking questions is very fast, and he doesn't even have time to think before answering.
"If it's night, I can't go. The convoy starts at eight. I'm going to fly to Austria tomorrow morning."
"Oh... I flew over the day after tomorrow."
Come to think of it, Winston won't go there, or he'll be the center of the bunny girl.
"I'll accompany you to buy a cover. Be sure to use it."
"Are you worried about me?"
"I'm worried about the woman you're looking for. It's better that you're a race car driver this time next year, rather than busy making milk powder."
After speaking, Winston raised his hand to sign the bill.
Hunter scratched the back of his head and was accompanied to buy a cover. This was the first time!
They came to the convenience store on the street, and those small square boxes were neatly stacked near the checkout counter, which was alluring and a little excited for Hunter.
Winston walked in first, and Hunter followed behind him with his pockets in his pockets, bowed his head, and took two boxes to check out.
"The kind with particles is not suitable for you." Winston said.
"Ah?" Hunter picked up the box and looked at it, then asked in a low voice, "Isn't this kind of thing? I heard it would be better than normal?"
"Using it like this will make you feel incompetent. You need to use external force to enhance the feeling, not your size or skill."
Although Hunter is not an old driver in this regard, this is not the first time he has come to buy a cover. In middle school, when he passed by a convenience store in the morning, he also brought it to his classmates. At that time, they all liked the screw type or floating point type.
Winston's words refreshed his understanding. I wonder if brothers of this type would suddenly wake up when they heard these words and their girlfriends might be laughing at their backs
"Then... aromatic?"
Don't all women like to use perfume? Body washes like the scented ones too, so maybe they like the scented ones
"Allergy-prone."
A simple sentence immediately dispelled Hunter's thoughts. He didn't want his little Hunter to be uncomfortable or itchy tomorrow.
"Then what to buy?" Hunter was a little helpless.
"The simplest thing is very thin."
"Oh..." Hunter grabbed a handful in disappointment and put it on the cashier.
The ultra-thin version doesn't look fancy at all... Really Winston.
Hunter stared at Winston, squinted his eyes and said, "I thought you really had no desires, but I didn't expect to study it so clearly! It seems that you are very experienced! Where did you all get in bed? The media pays so much attention to you, Didn't even take a picture?"
"I don't need such a thing." The expression on Winston's face remained the same.
"You don't need it?" Hunter bumped the other side amusingly, "Then you're not afraid that this time next year, you're also making milk powder?"
"I'll cum in it."
Winston handed out the credit card.
Hunter blinked: My brother, he is really domineering!
Back at the hotel, in the elevator, Hunter did not forget to confirm to Winston again: "You really don't want to go to the bunny party with me?"
"Need not."
"I said, don't you think that apart from teasing me verbally, you are living like a monk with few desires? Are you sure you don't want to come with me to let go of yourself and try a life of intoxication?" Hunter squinted deliberately Eyes licked the corners of his mouth.
Winston's eyes dimmed, and he asked indifferently, "You seem to have always liked trying new things."
"Nonsense, haven't you heard of it? Doing what you haven't done is called growth, doing what you don't want to do is called change, and doing what you're afraid to do is called breakthrough." Hunter nodded seriously.
"I just know—doing what you haven't done is called trying, doing what you don't want to do is compromise, doing what you're afraid to do is called madness."
Hunter opened his mouth and was speechless.
The elevator door opened, Winston stepped out first, and Hunter did not forget to remind: "Hey, if you regret it, know where to find me!"
Winston just raised his hand with his back to Hunter.
The next time, every minute and every second is like a year.
Hunter fiddles with his hair in the bathroom. He remembered how Winston had styled his bangs at a charity dinner, so he started looking around for hairspray. He has to dress himself up a bit more mature in order to be favored by the bunny girl.
Otherwise, with that mature man like Donald, there would be no market for his little rookie.
But alas, this thing was never in his luggage.
"Hey, Luke, do you have hairspray?"
"No, I never use it."
"Maddy, do you have hairspray?"
"I'm not familiar with you!" Maddie hung up the phone viciously.
"Ah? Is he still angry? Obviously we have already talked well before!"
Hunter beat everyone in the team, but no one brought hairspray.
Hunter suddenly thought of Winston. Maybe that guy would have hairspray for post-match interviews or sponsor events
"Hey—Winston, do you have hairspray? Wax or something!"
"No. You don't need that."
"what?"
You know what I need hairspray for
"When you're kissing, smelling the hairspray on your head can affect your partner's mood."
Winston's voice was as cool as usual, but with a different sensuality to Donald's.
Donald is the warm and outgoing Latin American man, while Winston is more restrained, the more restrained, the more people want to explore everything about him.
"Oh… "
"The person who kisses you will definitely want to put his fingers in your hair. If it were me, I would just want to feel your hair, not hairspray."
"Oh… "
Makes sense, but could you not use yourself as an analogy
"Anything else?"
"No... no more."
"Then I have to pack my bags."
"Okay, see you in Austria."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Hunter began to get excited again, jumping on the bed and rolling around, and walking around the room.
Bunny girl! Bunny girl!
Just thinking about it makes my heart beat!
Or Donald guy can play! Will you follow him in the future
But it didn't take long before Donald's call came.
"Hey—Hunter! I'm sorry to tell you that our bunny party take... CANCELLED!"
"Ah? Why?"
Cold water came from the sky and poured it down!
"That, because...because...my teammates and I don't know what we've eaten, and we're not feeling well...we're not in good shape, let's do it another day?"
"Eating something bad? You don't eat the food prepared by the nutritionist, what are you eating?"
My Bunny Party! My life dream!
"Isn't this just not keeping your mouth shut? Next time! Next time I promise to show you a good time!"
Hunter tilted his head and squinted his eyes, "Hey, Donald, why do I think your tone is not right? You seem to be hiding something from me? Could it be because I'm not from the same team as you, you just Won't you take me to play?"
"How could it be! Don't talk nonsense! My tone is wrong... That's because I'm sick!"
"It's not that you look down on my ranking since the start of the competition and think that I don't have the quality of you?"
"How is that possible? I also want to beg you not to chase me at the Red Bull Circuit in Austria!"
"Really?"
"Really! Really! More real than diamonds!"
"Then you'll call me when your party starts, right?"
"Yes! Of course! Hahaha!"
"Then do I want to visit you?"
"Look at me? Don't come! I'm sitting in the bathroom! Are you going to chat with me in the bathroom?"
"Well, you rest. In the Austrian competition, I will rank myself a little higher and try to rank ahead of you, so that you will not be chased by me."
"I'll wipe it! Don't be complacent, you kid! I'll definitely give you some color to see!"
"Show me the color when you don't have to squat in the bathroom!"
After hanging up the phone, Hunter slumped on the bed, looking at the extremely thin condoms he bought.
It's a pity... no chance to use it.
At this time, Donald put down his phone and smiled awkwardly at the stern man sitting opposite him.
"Is that... okay?"
"Okay, remember what you promised me."
After speaking, the other party stood up indifferently and left his room.
Donald looked at his teammates next to him, and both of them swallowed in unison.
"We can't say it, right?" the teammate asked.
"certainly… "
"Then do you want to remind Hunter of the Marcus team?"
"Of course not! Are you stupid!" Donald said.
"But we don't say... I'm afraid he will be miserable in the future... "
"He's worse than we are!"
"That...that's..."
The two nodded and decided not to say anything.
It all started ten minutes ago.
While Donald and his teammates were happily preparing beer and all kinds of interesting gadgets, the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.
"They came so early?" The teammate looked at Donald.
"Isn't it about night? I'll take a look. Don't be a coach. If you are found, you will be preached."
Donald looked towards the cat's eye and found that the person standing outside the door was an indifferent Winston with a pocket in his face!
"It's Vann Winston!"
"What's he doing here? Are you familiar with Winston?"
"Who knows that guy well!"
Although suspicious, Donald opened the door.
It took less than tenth of a second to meet Winston's eyes, and Donald felt panic in his heart.
"Eh? Winston? Is something wrong? Or did you go to the wrong room?"
Donald's door was half-open, but Winston reached out and grabbed the edge of the door. When he pushed the door fully open, Donald stumbled backward and almost lost his footing.
"Hey...you come in like this..."
Donald was completely at a loss, but he could feel the icy aura around him.
He glanced at the beer on the table and the various bunny ears on the bed, and asked lightly, "Are you guys preparing for a party?"
"Ah... yeah... do you want to be with me?" Donald's teammate said stupidly.
Donald hurriedly bumped him with his elbow: "Well, Winston, what's the matter with you?"
Winston leaned against the table, folded his arms, turned his face to the side, his gaze swept across Donald's cheek like a sharp blade.
"Hunter doesn't have many friends, so I appreciate you making him less lonely outside of games."
"… I should say, thank you for the compliment?"
"Last time in Montreal, you were the one who took him to the bar, right?"
"Yes. He really wants to go himself, what's the problem?"
"Nothing. But there's one thing I want you to remember."
Winston walked unhurriedly in front of Donald, grabbed him by the collar abruptly, and tugged at him.
When he met those frost-covered eyes, an inexplicable sense of fear flooded into his heart.
"he's mine."
"..." Donald looked at each other stupidly, shocked by the power in his eyes, and was speechless for a long time.
And his teammates also stood there, completely frozen.
"No one, man or woman, can touch him except me."
Donald's eyes trembled: "...you... what did you say?"
He thought he must have heard it wrong!
Winston turned his face to the side, and Donald felt as if his cheeks had been slashed as his gaze shifted.
"I also don't allow him to fuck anyone."
The sentence was like a mountain crumbling in Donald's mind.
Although this was a subversive shock, Donald still managed to regain a little sanity.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: By the way... Donald's been weird lately!
Winston: What's the matter
Hunter: He always cares about my waist... I have a great waist!
Winston: Your waist is fine, I'm relieved.
Hunter: How's your waist
Winston: You can try it, it's good enough to make you cry.
Hunter: …