"Haha..." Hunter thought to himself, fortunately he cleaned up the room just now!
"Actually, it's impossible for me to have a deep chat with you tonight. I'm just curious and have two questions to ask you."
"Okay, please ask." Sitting opposite Audrey, Hunter realized that although this was not an official interview, the conversation had already begun, which made him slightly nervous.
"The first question is that in three consecutive races, from the Canadian race, to the British race, and then to today's Austrian race, you are almost always coming from behind. You probably haven't watched the media interviews today about what other teams are saying about you. Especially It was Cort from Williams, joking that if you hadn't passed over his shoulder he would have thought the race was a long way off."
"Am I putting pressure on the other drivers?" Hunter asked in surprise.
"And not a little bit of pressure."
"You already know that Ferrari's Vann Winston is my friend?"
"Well, and he treats you differently."
"Probably because Winston is so good... I don't have a lot of experience, and I don't have the talent to become famous at a young age like Jaws Shire or Owen... So I just have to keep myself tense and catch up one by one, Never give up until the finish line. If I don't have the determination to fight to the death, Miss Wilson, I have nothing." Hunter said seriously.
Audrey looked into Hunter's eyes and saw the persistence and determination of this young driver.
Maybe he has a boyish side, but maybe he doesn't realize what his talent is above other top drivers.
"Second question, today you finally passed Duchovny's line at Red Bull, whether it was braking or steering, it was reminiscent of the time Winston passed Owen at Silverstone this year. You Do you admire Winston and want to be like him, so you keep learning from him?"
"When you say learning, you actually mean imitating, right? I do admire Winston, and I study his overtaking scenes countless times after the race. But I never wanted to be him... Miss Wilson, every driver Everyone has their own thinking patterns and different reaction abilities. No one can jump out of oneself and become another person. As I said before, I don’t have much experience in the field of F1. Learning from other people's experience. This overtaking, I will make the same judgment as Winston, because of the angle of the corner at that time, the position between me and Duchovny is very similar to when Winston was dealing with Owen at that time , so I applied what I learned. But it was my Evan Hunter overtaking, not Winston's."
Audrey looked at Hunter for a long time, and then smiled: "I usually look like a child, but when I talk about racing, I become very mature."
"Thank you." Hunter pinched his ears embarrassedly.
"So in your mind, what is Vann Winston's existence? Your goal of surpassing? You should know that very few media can extract anything of his own from Winston. He put You treat him as a friend, so I'm also curious, what does he like in your heart?"
"Oh... that guy is more evil than you think..." Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Really? Like?"
Hunter thought for a while, and found that there was no way Winston did to him in front of Audrey.
It's too shameful and too dignified!
"This, you slowly understand." Hunter showed a wicked smile, "What I told you is boring. But well... You know that Irving of Red Bull Racing and Charles of Mercedes-Benz are very likely to be here or next. Retire after the season?"
"Yes. Before Winston came, Owen and Shire dominated Formula One for almost a dozen years... Owen did express his intention to retire to the media."
"By the time they're gone, Winston will be lonely without a great opponent."
Audrey's eyes trembled, and at that moment she saw a lot of deep and persistent things in Hunter's eyes.
"I have to be his opponent and drive with him through every corner and every straight."
"I think... I see why Winston would identify with you as his friend."
"Oh why?"
"Because of you, there are infinite possibilities."
After that, Audrey got up and handed Hunter her business card.
"The next race is in Japan. I have discussed with Mr Marcus to do an interview with you before the race, but I heard you pushed all interviews away because you like to concentrate before the race. If Let me know when you're ready one day. I want to have a really good chat with you. No racer has a very different idea at different times. Neither you nor Vann Winston." Audrey stood on tiptoe and lightly adjusted Hunter's neckline, "You are very handsome, Hunter."
After speaking, she walked to the door.
Looking at her back, Hunter did not regain his senses.
What? Did she just say he was handsome
God, this is the first time a woman has said he is handsome!
Most importantly, that person is still Audrey Wilson! The goddess in the minds of many F1 drivers!
When Audrey opened the door, she was stunned.
Because it was Winston who was standing outside the door.
And he had a bag on his shoulders.
"Winston... why are you here so late?"
"Sleep." Winston turned his face sideways, his eyes swept across Audrey's shoulders and fell directly on Hunter, "Why is she in your room, and it's so late?"
Hunter opened his mouth: "Interview, okay?"
Feeling the icy aura emanating from Winston's body, Audrey's expression was very calm: "Because we talked about some topics that Hunter was interested in, he opened the chat box, so we talked a little longer. I'm going back now. Well... But, Winston, you don't seem to be here with the Ferrari team, do you?"
"I came to sleep with him," Winston replied.
Hunt hurried forward, dragged Winston in, and whispered apologetically to Audrey: "This is what I mentioned before, 'bad place'! He doesn't like the smell of the new decoration in his room. , so come to me."
Audrey laughed, "Indeed, it's not easy to get along with Winston."
"Good night, Miss Wilson."
"Good night, Hunter."
When the door closed, Audrey walked towards the elevator, but she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Hunter's door.
This time, her knowledge of Winston was refreshed again. This lonesome and stern man actually came to find a friend to sleep with
"How long have you been talking?" Winston put the gym bag on the sofa.
Hunt raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It didn't take long, more than half an hour."
"But it's half past nine. A woman came to your room at nine o'clock at night, do you know what that would suggest?" Winston turned, folded his arms.
"hint?"
After two seconds, Hunter suddenly realized, and quickly stepped forward: "You mean... you mean... say... "
"Audrey Wilson can make you cassette?" Winston's eyes cooled.
"No, I just couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while—could Audrey Wilson be interested in me!"
"She has an interest in every racer at the potential stage."
The answer made Hunter's heart beat faster for no reason.
Is it possible that if Winston doesn't come, he can develop with the goddess
Pity! A little stuffed!
"Do you like Audrey Wilson?"
"Is there any Formula 1 driver who doesn't have feelings for her?"
"I just don't have feelings for her."
"...I see."
So all night, Hunter was in a state of inexplicable excitement.
Winston used the bathroom first, and when he came out, he found Hunter with his legs crossed, sitting on the sofa playing Xiaoxiao, with the expression on his face as if he had won a 100 million euro lottery.
"I'm out, you can use it."
When Hunter looked up, he saw Winston's wet hair was pulled back by his fingers, and he was wearing a bathrobe, and he could see his beautiful neck and tense calf lines.
Hunter confirmed again that the guy had long legs.
"So disappointed..." Hunter put down his phone and looked at him with his head half up.
"Because I'm not Audrey Wilson?" Winston asked coolly, sitting down beside Hunter.
"Hey! I mean, shouldn't you come out with a bath towel around your waist? That way I can admire your pectoral muscles!" Hunter dissatisfied.
"Have you been in the top five for three consecutive stops, why should I show it to you?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"Stingy..." Hunter got up and dropped the phone to the ground.
He crouched down to pick up the phone, just in the right angle to see under Winston's bathrobe, who was wiping his head.
Who knew he had just turned his face sideways when Winston put his legs up and saw nothing.
I wanted to see what little Winston looked like!
Disappointed again.
Hunter just raised his eyes to find Winston looking at him with the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Where do you want to see me?"
His voice was softer than usual, tickling Hunter's heart like a feather.
"I have everything you have... what's there to look at?"
Hunt said contemptuously.
"yes?"
Winston's eyes seemed to turn a corner, and Hunter wanted to scratch his head.
That's when he slowly replaced the folded legs. Hunter watched as the hem of his bathrobe was propped up, and the lines of his legs became thinner and thinner, and that piece was in the shadows, full of mystery.
Only when the hem of the bathrobe fell off, Hunter still didn't see anything.
Really super stingy...
"Hunter, you should belong to the type who liked to secretly compare yourself with other classmates in the bathroom in middle school, right?"
"It's none of your business!" Hunter knew that this guy did it on purpose, "I haven't compared to you anyway!"
You guys don't have any fancy news, and you're not interested in Audrey Wilson. Maybe you can't do it
Thinking of this, Hunter felt deeply satisfied. He hummed this song and went into the bathroom with the water turned on. Thinking that Audrey might be interested in him, his senses became more acute, so he turned on the water and relieved himself for a while. Fan.
Who knew that when he was excited, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.
"Hunter, how long are you going to wash?"
Winston's voice came down like a bucket of cold water, and Hunter almost lost his interest.
"What are you doing? Do you want to use the bathroom?"
"Mr. Marcus called you."
"Then I'll get back to him later!"
Stop talking to me!
It's not like you don't know what your voice is like!
It also makes it unpleasant!
There was the sound of Winston's footsteps away from the door, and Hunter felt that he could finally continue.
Who knows, before two clicks, Winston's voice rang again.
"Are you touching your little Hunter?"
"No!" Hunter's forehead burst with blue veins, wanting to slam the door into Winston's face.
"When you roll the sheets, do you kiss each other first or undress first?"
Winston's voice was still faint, looming with the flow of water, and Hunter held his breath and didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Hunter?" With no response, Winston said his name softly, more clearly than before.
Guilt flooded Hunter's heart as he subconsciously began to imagine how Winston outside the door looked at the moment.
Are you downcast
Is his forehead against the door
"I should have kissed each other first."
"Me too."
Hunter took a breath and continued his unfinished "work".
"When kissing, do you lick each other's lips first, or just stick in?"
Winston's voice sounded again.
Hunter had just unwrapped Audrey's clothes in his mind, when his mind was taken away by Winston again.
"I...should have licked her lips first..."
"Will you fall holding the other person, or will you turn around and pull the other person down?"
Hunter subconsciously imagined the picture Winston described in his mind.
"I... Of course I fell down holding each other... "
"I will pull the other person down, feel that the other person is in my arms, and then turn over and press up when I am most emotional."
Everything went haywire, like a hallucination.
He saw Winston smiled and took his hand, stepping back step by step. When Winston's calf fell back against the mattress, he was dragged down by him.
He braced his upper body in horror, but Winston pressed his hand hard on his lower back and he fell.
He raised his head and kissed him off guard. The tip of his tongue wandered between his lips, and he squeezed it in the moment he was about to escape, followed by an earth-shattering kiss, his nerves were aroused and unable to struggle, and then the world turned upside down, and he sat on him on the body.
Everything was out of control, and Hunter was suddenly relieved at that moment.
"Hunter? What's wrong with you?"
Winston's voice sounded.
Hunter froze there.
What did he just do
Obviously thinking of Audrey Wilson, how could she become Winston
How could he think of Winston like that
Guilt came over him, and Hunter suddenly felt like a super jerk.
"Nothing! I've already washed it!"
Hunter turned off the water, put on his pajamas, and walked out.
Winston turned his face sideways and stood not far away with his arms crossed, looking at him: "Didn't you say you should come out wrapped in a bath towel?"
"I like to sleep in pajamas." Hunter dared not look at Winston.
"Are you a child?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"Yes!" Hunter was too lazy to retort, he was still shocked by what appeared in his mind just now.
Sitting in the quilt, Hunter continued to play Xiaoxiao with his mobile phone.
He wants to get himself out of the shock just now.
Winston didn't say anything, just opened his book and leaned against the head of the bed with Hunter.
A few minutes later, Hunter suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Winston turned the book slowly to the next page.
"You still don't make those jokes on me in the future. Although it's normal for men to joke around together, the jokes you make... make me helpless."
"for example?"
"For example, you picked me up in front of so many people today and carried me into the bathroom."
"So, you want me to pick you up and put you in the bathroom when I'm not around?"
"...Look, it's such a helpless joke."
"Hunter, are you worried that one day you will be too close to me?"
"what?"
"So you took everything I said as a joke."
"What are you talking about?" Hunter shook his head, "I can't keep up with your thinking."
"You feel that all the people closest to you, like your mother and father, will leave you. You're afraid I will too. If you never give yourself up to another person, you won't leave because of him. And disappointed, right?"
Winston didn't take his eyes off the page, he calmly said something Hunter had never noticed himself.
"You're not leaving, I know."
It just won't be as close as it is now.
We all left Formula 1 one day, you have your habits and routines, I have my bad hobbies, and we live our own ordinary lives.
We're not going to hurt each other like Zero and Hunter did in Murder, but we'll forget each other.
"No matter what happens, I will not disappear from your life. So please accept what I have said and done to you."
Hunter's heart was both warm and more guilty.
Winston, if you knew what I was thinking in the shower just now, would you still be so calm
The most important thing is that you are calm, I am not calm!
Hunter threw the phone away, pulled up the quilt and lay down with his back to Winston.
"Go to sleep!"
"Is your hair dry?"
"Done!"
Winston's hand reached out, his fingers dipped between the hair on the back of Hunter's head, and he rubbed it lightly to make sure that Hunter's hair was really dry. He also put down the book and turned off the bedside lamp.
But when it was time to lie down, Hunter couldn't fall asleep again, and he continued to hold his mobile phone to enjoy himself under the quilt.
At this time, a text message from Marcus came, telling him that Audrey Wilson was full of compliments on Hunter in the column, asking Hunter to remember to order a bouquet of flowers for him tomorrow, because it was Audrey Wilson. Wilson's birthday.
"Hey..." Hunter elbowed back, bumping into Winston.
"Um?"
"Tomorrow is Miss Wilson's birthday, and Mr. Marcus asked me to send her a bouquet of flowers... What should I write on the card?" Hunter asked.
"Happy Birthday."
"...that's not special at all." Hunter thought for a while, then added, "She seems to like poetry."
When he was walking outside the hotel last time, he casually recited a few words of "If I Had the Brocade of Heaven" that Winston once read to him, and Audrey seemed surprised and liked.
"She likes poetry, so do you like her?" Winston asked.
"Alas... I dreamed of a woman like her when I was a child, beautiful, with a good figure, thoughtful, and emotional."
"You want to chase her?"
"Hahaha... Didn't you say that? She is interested in all potential young drivers. Maybe I can get her interested, but I can't catch her heart. What I really want... is not a roller coaster with me I am a person, but someone who can quietly accompany me for a walk on the beach and watch the sunset without feeling that life is too boring.”
"You're not the kind of person who walks quietly by the sea and watches the sunset."
"You're annoying."
"What you want is when everyone thinks you're laughing, but someone knows you need a hug."
Winston's voice was still so calm, so soft. As if he should have known all the little-known thoughts in Hunter's mind.
"Here's a poem, Mr. Winston from Eton. Audrey Wilson appreciates me anyway, and hopes she finds me a little more attractive and keeps giving me good things in the column." Hunter said half-jokingly. .
But almost a minute later, Winston said nothing.
Hunter thought about it, if he wrote a poem or something, he might even be laughed at by Audrey for being "retro".
"Hunter."
"Huh?" Hunter fought with his eyelids and was about to fall asleep.
"I met you. I remember you. The city was born for love, and your soul was born for me."
Winston's voice was mellow, causing Hunter's quiet heart to rise again.
"Remember?" Winston asked softly.
"Huh?" Hunter froze there, motionless.
"Aren't you going to write to Audrey Wilson?"
"Oh… "
At that moment, he was disappointed.
Even I don't understand why.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: How many poems do you have in your head
Winston: I love you to the depth, breadth, and height of my soul...
Hunter: Damn—you just say it with your mouth! Don't hit me anymore!