"No need! I still have luggage that I haven't packed! Just sleep on my neck and I'll be fine!" Hunter devoured his dinner and rushed out immediately, leaving before the team doctor arrived.
"What's wrong with this kid?"
"I don't know, it's nerve-wracking. But allergies are troublesome at this time."
"Yeah, you can't take any medicine. If he still does this during the game, how can he stay?"
Coming to the elevator, Hunter pressed the button and exhaled.
Someone suddenly lifted the towel around his neck, startling him, he immediately pressed the towel down.
"Lying on the grass! Donald is you!"
Donald took Hunter's shoulders and said amusingly, "I said brother, are you too funny? Did you go out to exercise in a shirt? Why did you put a towel over your neck? Are you cold? Need a scarf?"
"Nah… "
Thinking of Donald's bunny party canceled because of diarrhea, Hunter felt a deep sympathy for him, and a sense of showing off spontaneously rose.
"Hey, because I was so happy last night." Hunter picked up the towel deliberately and showed it to Donald.
Donald was visibly frightened: "Mom! What's the matter with you? You were blown up... blown up?"
"What?" Hunter looked at Donald incredulously.
The other party scratched his head: "No... nothing, if you were bombed, would you still be standing and waiting for the elevator today?"
"What happened to you today? I have been kissed! Hahaha!"
"Kissed? By... by whom?"
Donald suddenly became nervous. He only promised Winston that day that he would not take Hunter to pick up girls again. In a blink of an eye, this brat was covered with traces of glory. If Winston misunderstood that he took him there, he would not be able to wash it out even if he jumped into the Rhine. !
Hunt pulled out a wicked smile and described "Night of Lilith" as exaggeratedly as possible.
"That kind of place... How did you get there? You can't get in with money!"
"I won't tell you." Hunter blinked his eyes pretending to be mysterious, looking at Donald's surprised expression, he was proud that he finally regained a city in front of this old fried dough stick.
Donald swallowed: "That... I... I have a turtleneck for you to wear... I'm guessing that in Austria, your mark will not disappear... Don't let Vann Winston see it."
"Why?" Hunter found that today's Donald was a little different, as if... Guilty of being a thief
"I'm afraid that if he sees it, you won't be able to participate in future games... You can only lie on your stomach!"
brother! My reminder to you has been so clear, can you stop tossing? Picking up girls is precious, and life is more expensive!
"Ah? Why? It was Winston who took me there!"
"How could Winston take you to that kind of place! He won't let anyone touch it at all..." Donald suddenly thought of something, "You were blindfolded when you said you were having fun with people?"
"Yeah. Interesting, right?" Hunter blinked smugly.
"You said... you drink a little too much?"
"Well, it's my first time getting drunk."
His real first drink was the warehouse bar in Montreal that Winston took him to. And last night, I was drunk for the first time. In this way... many of the firsts in his life were given to Winston.
Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder, with an inexplicable twist in his smile: "These women are really strong! I don't know, I thought they were kissed by men!"
"Ah... how is that possible?" Hunter looked at Donald with "you have no problem with your mind".
"It's okay, it's okay... As long as you're happy in everything!"
"Is there any activity after the Austrian game?" Hunter looked expectant.
"Activity? Do you still want activity?"
"...Aren't you the one who does a bunch of activities after each game?" Hunter frowned at each other and poked his chest with his fingers, "Hey...how do I think you're abnormal?"
"What's wrong with me? It's because your brain circuit is not normal! After the game, you should recharge your batteries and take a good rest!"
The elevator came, and Donald walked in quickly.
"Are you guys having diarrhea and pulling your head stupid?"
Early the next morning, Hunter flew to Austria with his suitcases and the convoy.
In the waiting hall, Hunter was playing Xiaoxiao while waiting for the boarding notice.
Several flight attendants pulled suitcases and walked in front of them in skirts, smiling and swaying.
All the male compatriots in the team raised their heads subconsciously, even Maddie, who has always been a stinky fart.
Hunter looked at their calves exposed outside their skirts, white and elegant, and subconsciously swallowed.
Maddie let out a sneer: "You kid has never touched a woman's leg. The saliva will fall on the phone!"
Hunter raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Although I haven't touched a woman's leg, it's better for a woman to please me and kiss me than a twisted guy like you?"
"I know bragging, obviously the hair is not all grown!" Maddie rolled his eyes at him.
This made Hunter very angry, and he suddenly stood up.
"What are you doing?" Maddie asked.
"I'll go to the bathroom and take a picture and show it to you!"
"Just let the water go! I don't care to see your little Hunter!"
Hunter snorted and went to the bathroom.
The phone vibrated, and a text message came from Winston.
Hunter smiled and opened the text message, only a few words: What are you doing
Hunter grinned and replied: "Go to the bathroom to take a photo!"
Winston's reply was so quick that Hunter wondered how fast he could type: Shoot what
Hunter replies: Shoot my little Hunter! That bastard Maddie is sarcastic about my lack of hair again! I'm going to show him today!
In just a few seconds, Winston's reply kept him from choking on the phone screen: Go take a photo, but just send it to me.
Hunter scratched the back of his head and thought to himself, brother, you always make me blush and feel embarrassed by this joke, this is really bad!
He quickly replied: The ghost sent it to you!
Winston's reply made him want to just throw the phone out: don't take a picture, or send it to me. Otherwise, I'll drag your little hunter off.
"I really can't continue to communicate with this guy!"
Complaining through gritted teeth, Hunter seemed to have bumped into someone.
The other party exclaimed and staggered backwards. Hunter subconsciously reached out and clasped the other party's waist. When he saw the other party's face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Lilith?"
"Ah... it's you..."
It was one of several women who accompanied Hunter on "Night of Lilith." It's just that at the moment she is wearing a skirt and pulling a suitcase, and she is obviously also a flight attendant.
"What a coincidence! To meet you here! Where are you flying to?"
"Austria." The other party smiled shyly.
Her makeup is light and elegant, and her hair is tucked behind her head, which makes her look elegant and solemn, and it can't make people think of the most tempting witch Lilith at all.
"What a coincidence, I'm also flying to Austria! We should be on the same flight! By the way, what's your name? I can't let me call you Lilith, right?"
"Amy… you can call me Amy."
"That... It's really incredible... The traces you left on me the night before, are still there. I really can't imagine that that passionate woman is you! But I prefer the way you are now... "
Amy closed her eyes, turned her face sideways, and smiled helplessly: "I think you are mistaken, these traces have nothing to do with me."
"Not you?"
Hunter was completely puzzled.
"At least it wasn't left by me." Amy smiled and was about to drag the suitcase away from Hunter.
Hunter paused, looking at Amy's current appearance, she really didn't look like such a crazy and enthusiastic woman.
She said "at least not from me", that was left by the other two women
"Then, what did you do?" Hunter looked at her with a smirk in his pocket.
"I just tied your left foot to the chair, fed you your first drink, and blindfolded you." Amy waved her hand with a smile and walked into the passage.
Hunter touched his chin. Although he was dizzy at the time, he was sure that someone was sitting on top of him, kissing so hard and decisively... It couldn't be his drinking hallucination.
A few minutes later, the radio rang and Hunter boarded the plane with his teammates.
He sat quietly in his seat, fastened his seat belt long ago, propped his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Mr. Marcus on the side was a little nervous.
When man thinks, God laughs.
When Hunter thinks about it, the team is not good!
But he was so quiet and "well-behaved" that Marcus couldn't bear to disturb him.
At this time, Hunter was recalling the madness of that night in his mind.
Who was the one who pressed on top of him and kissed him
The more he recalled, the more blurred some things became, but the feeling that had impressed him in the first place... became clearer.
He remembered the strength with which the other's fingers touched him, and the force of the other's tongue thrusting in, like an out-of-control conquest.
... The person being controlled is obviously himself, but Hunter feels that the other party's madness is completely centered on himself, and it is swirling subversively.
It was so frightening to him, but at this moment, he missed it again.
The plane entered the clouds and calmed down.
Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and walked to the bathroom, just in time to meet Amy who was covering a guest.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Hunter said.
Amy smiled politely: "If it's a question unrelated to this flight, I won't answer you."
Amy just left, but Hunter followed behind her and pushed her into the bathroom abruptly, locking the door surprisingly fast.
It all happened in an instant, and no one noticed what Hunter did.
Amy looked at Hunter with wide eyes and slumped on the toilet lid.
Hunter put a hand in Amy's ear and smiled at her. "You don't have to be so surprised. Racers can react faster than current. I just need you to answer my question."
"What?" Amy looked up at Hunter, and there seemed to be some kind of expectation in those beautiful big eyes.
"That night, the one who kissed me..." Hunter faced Amy and pulled his neckline away, revealing the traces that were about to disappear. "And I was covered in kisses, who is it?"
"I... I can't tell you. It's the club's rules. If I tell you, I'll be sacked. The income there, it's important to me. And..."
Amy hesitated.
"And what?"
"And, after you got drunk, I left your side."
"Okay." Hunter's intuition told himself that although Amy concealed something, she did not lie.
He straightened up, put his pockets in his pockets, and looked at Amy with a smile: "Then when I arrive in Austria, can I treat you to dinner?"
Amy can be sexy or cute, like the woman of his dreams.
"I would love to, but I can't."
Amy shook her head regretfully.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No... I can't touch you."
"Can't touch me? Why?"
"That's the reason... I'll lose my job at the club if I touch you... let alone eat or socialize with you."
"I know I might be younger than you, and you might not like childish..."
"No, please don't get me wrong, you're not childish... On the contrary, you're sexy, but you just can't." Amy got up, carefully bypassed Hunter's side in this narrow space, and walked out of the bathroom.
Hunter was stunned, and he didn't know where his real problem was.
If you think I'm sexy, why not
"Hey, if you come back to London next year... you can come to me if you're still alone." Amy blinked.
Hunter held his head and sighed: "It's like I already have a woman now."
Ah, I forgot to ask her what the names of the other two Liliths were.
But... it's fine if you can't find it, at least you will always keep that crazy fantasy.
After the plane arrived in Vienna, Austria, the team transferred to Steerspilburg, where the Red Bull Circuit is located.
When the team arrived at the hotel, Hunter threw his luggage into the room, opened the window, and he could see the unique comfortable and elegant scenery of Austria.
really beautiful.
Hunter took a deep breath, every pore seemed to open.
He left the room and strolled down the wooded path near the hotel.
Not far away is a clear lake, undulating mountains in the distance, a blue sky, and a waterfall built artificially against the rocks by the lake, like a curtain of rain and fog.
With his pockets in his pocket, Hunter suddenly wondered, which hotel is the Ferrari team staying in? Is it possible to see such a beautiful view
When the lake and the sky joined together, Hunter inexplicably thought of the scenery he had seen on the London Eye that day, and the poem Winston was reading almost in a whisper.
"If I had the brocade of the kingdom of heaven... woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, dark brocade... changing night, dawn, and day... I would spread this brocade under your feet."
Hunter leaned against a tree and looked into the distance. The sunset fell on the lake. It was really like a dream.
And he began to miss Winston inexplicably.
"But I have nothing but a dream..." His brain revolved with Winston's voice in the memory, as if being guided, he laughed at himself, not expecting that he remembered such a complicated verse, or that he remembered Wen Stone's voice, "Put my dreams at your feet."
In front of him was in the car, Winston was in the distance that was obviously close, but seemed to be waiting for Hunter to cross, and said to him: Take it easy, Hunter... Because my dreams are supported by you at the feet.
I felt that the scenery of the London Eye was too static before, but now... I miss it again.
"Take it easy, because my dreams are supported by your feet."
A soft and intellectual voice came from not far away.
Hunt turned his face to the side to see a woman photographing the sunset with a DSLR.
When she took off the SLR camera and smiled at Hunter, Hunter was surprised to find that the other party turned out to be Audrey Wilson, a well-known media person.
In the past, Hunter just watched her from a distance interviewing "Jaws" Shire, or Owen of Red Bull Racing, Winston the most often, or else he saw her on TV, and now she is standing far away from himself. Less than three meters away, Yingying smiled.
"Hello, Miss Wilson... Thank you very much for the flowers you gave me at the last stop." Hunter reacted after two seconds.
"I was impressed by your performance, your refusal to give in in the face of adversity, and made me believe that your performance in Montreal was not luck or coincidence. I'm looking forward to what you can achieve here."
Audrey Wilson reached out to Hunter.
This was the first time that a first-class media person took the initiative to express his goodwill to him. Hunter suddenly became nervous, and he was worried that he would suddenly say bad things.
"Someone told me before that you have a stutter... But just now, when you read Yeats' "If I Had a Brocade of Heaven", it was natural and romantic, and it looked like you were missing someone from a distance."
"Yeats? Was he a poet?" Hunter asked curiously.
"You don't know who Yeats is, yet you can recite his poems?" Audrey smiled.
"This poem was read to me by someone else, but I just suddenly remembered it."
"You are really honest and cute. Most of the others will pretend to know everything at this time." Audrey tilted her head and looked at Hunter, suddenly showing a regretful expression, "It's a pity, I I can't bear to pursue you anymore."
"why?"
"You know that the poet Yeats has been pursuing actress Maude Gun all his life. Although this relationship has no results in his life, she is his eternal dream. If someone reads this poem to you... She will definitely keep it in her heart. You are the most important and unforgivable person. She may love you very much, and being with you is her pursuit beyond everything."
Hunter was stunned, and after two seconds he laughed at himself: "It's not her, it's him."
"what?"
"It was a man who read me a poem."
"Oh... you..." Audrey showed a surprised expression.
"Hahaha, he is my most important friend at the moment. Because we are both racing drivers, we have a common finish line. He is so much better than me, so I have been waiting for me to catch up with him as soon as possible."
"It's really enviable." Audrey lowered her head and smiled.
"Envy what?"
"Obviously in the same field, they are in a competitive relationship with each other. For example, I... all my colleagues around me are not looking forward to my success, but to fall from a height, the harder the fall, the better. But you are different, I When you mention his expression, you will know that his existence makes you full and happy. In any field, only a well-matched contest can be exciting."
"Thinking about it this way, it seems to be true." Hunter showed a big smile.
"However, Evan Hunter... You are such a little liar." Audrey tilted her head and looked at him carefully.
"Me? What did I lie to you about?"
"I lied to a lot of people. After the British Grand Prix, my colleagues went to interview the Marcus team. They came back and said that Evan Hunter had a slight stutter and would be speechless when he was nervous." Audrey on One step ahead, there was Hunter's shadow in her beautiful eyes, "But when you were reading poetry, and when you were talking to me... You didn't get stuck once."
Hunter turned his face to the side and smiled helplessly: "I'm not lying. I really can't speak when I'm nervous."
"Oh... I understand, because I'm not tempted in front of you, so your mood can be so calm."
"No... No! Ever since I watched you interview other drivers from afar, I envy them! Because they can talk face-to-face with an attractive woman like you..." Hunter became anxious, he I don't know how to explain it.
"Okay, look at how nervous you are now. I believe in you." Audrey half-jokingly hooked her finger on Hunter's chin, "After this race, I hope I can have a chance to interview face-to-face. you."
Hunter was stunned.
Only young drivers who have been assessed as potential by Audrey will be invited for face-to-face interviews.
That is to say, after these two competitions, does Audrey recognize his strength
Feeling excited, Hunter has a feeling that his dream is about to come true.
"Hunter, you are here."
The cool voice seemed to connect the sunset with the night.
Hunter came back to his senses and saw Winston standing not far away with his pockets in his pockets.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Why did Amy say she can't touch me
Winston: Because if she bumps into you, I'll fire her.
Hunter: What? The last time you didn't let Gina touch me at the warehouse bar! Don't let Amy touch me this time! Did you take me to pick up girls
Winston: Of course I didn't take you to pick up girls.
Hunter: Then what are you taking me for
Winston: Take you to be soaked by me.