He remembered Winston's words, and suddenly felt that it was all terrifying.
"What?" Winston chuckled lightly and tapped his finger on his lower lip. "You sure don't remember how you bit me, do you?"
ah... bleeding...
It hurts to think about it!
"Your relative's skills really need to be improved. I really don't think you can give any woman a good night."
Winston turned his face sideways and stretched the line of his neck. On the side, Hunter saw a small deep red mark.
"This... is this my kiss?"
"Do you think it's my own kiss?"
There was an almost imperceptible smile on Winston's lips, but his voice was terribly cold.
Hunter suddenly felt that he was guilty, and he really wanted to kneel under the other party's slacks.
But it was all too late.
"Trouble your little Hunter to stay safe these days. See you on the track."
After speaking, Winston left.
Hunter stood there blankly, still unable to digest all this.
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
Originally, failing to make it into the top five for three consecutive stops was at most a striptease for Winston! Hunter has already thought about it, the big deal is to have a street dance in his underwear.
But now... if this stop...
He didn't want to be beaten by that guy from Winston... This bet is too big...
Then Hunter felt like a fool.
Winston was clearly threatening him, putting pressure on him, hoping he would take the game seriously. Hunter being drunk or something during the season must have been unprofessional in Winston's view.
This guy's self-management is definitely very strict, but he can't apply this strictness to his friends.
Oh god, why don't you just throw the hair dryer in the bathtub and electrocute yourself now!
When he slept at night, Winston's phrase "If you don't make the top five in this race, I'll put it in your mouth" kept echoing in his mind.
Hunter began to make boundless associations... Like how old was little Winston? Like what happened when you got drunk
He only vaguely remembered that he was crazy, and all the things he cared about, felt embarrassed about, and embarrassed about were thrown behind his head because of alcohol. It seems that something is pulling him, seducing him... making him not like himself.
Hunter pressed his head hard, and sure enough, alcohol is terrible.
Hunter was not the only one who was lethargic after getting up on this day, but also the team manager Marcus, the driver McGrady, and the public relations manager.
But Marcus still pulled himself together and gave everyone a meeting, as a new power unit director would be joining the Marcus team.
"Hey, Hunter, when you see Dr. Shen, please be kind and don't be so reluctant, okay?"
"Am I being unfriendly?" Hunter raised his eyes.
"You didn't look unfriendly, you just looked like you couldn't love." Marcus sat down beside Hunter reluctantly, "Listen, I'm just like you... It feels like Japanese sake has been poured into my head, But Dr Shen is really important."
Although Hunter admires the R&D staff, he has never had a common language with them. That Dr. Shen must have been full of data that he could not understand.
"I just want to know, can that Dr. Shen make me still in the top five in this race?"
"He...maybe really." Marcus thought seriously.
Hunter was refreshed and looked at Marcus in disbelief.
"You've never really been so confident in anyone! You're not kidding me, are you?"
Marcus sighed: "Hunter, you should know that Formula 1 no longer relies solely on the driver's driving skills, right?"
"Well... The performance of the car is the first. Only a genius like me can drive your car and compete with those big teams!" Hunter did not forget to expand his self.
"Yeah." Marcus admitted this calmly, "Actually last year, our power unit technical director wanted to leave. Because of the old friendship, I reluctantly stayed, and I also began to look for it. The person who takes his place. But the person with real experience and R&D ability has long been poached by the large team!"
"Yeah. You can't afford that annual salary." Hunter pointed to himself, meaning "My annual salary is at the bottom."
Marcus said hilariously: "You think I don't know that Red Bull Racing will drive you 750,000?"
Hunter was stunned: "How did you know?"
"You stinky bastard is quite calm. You didn't even run in front of me, using someone as a bargaining chip and asking me to give you an annual salary increase."
"If you're really rich, I'll talk to you about your annual salary! If you can't even afford pants, wouldn't I force you to take medicine when I talk to you about your annual salary?"
"What medicine?"
"The medicine for neurosis!" Hunter said with a natural expression.
Marcus resisted the urge to beat him: "Don't worry, you can continue to guarantee this situation, and the dividends will definitely make you over one million."
Hunter's eyes widened: "Really?"
"Really... Hey, we're not talking about you, it's Dr. Shen!"
"Then let's talk back to Dr. Shen and continue talking about him!"
Hunter, who heard that the money will not be less at the end of the season, was very energetic.
"He is Chinese and came to the US with his sister to study for a Ph.D. Dr. Shen sent me some of his Formula 1 design ideas, and he told me that these ideas had been brewing in his brain for many years. At the beginning of the era, it is an F1 car fan! At the time, my feeling was that although MIT's halo was very dazzling, so many papers published also made me think that he was more good at theoretical rather than practical Formula 1... "
"so what?"
"That's why I think an interview is needed! Just in Montreal, Canada, I was sitting in the hotel restaurant chatting with Dr. Shen, and I suddenly felt that many of his ideas not only fit the needs of our competition, but are also practical and not conceptual theories. But I am still hesitant, the annual salary he offers is similar to our current power unit director."
"Oh... so you can't bear the money again?" Hunter sighed.
"Hey—that's a reasonable consideration! You stinky brat!"
"Well, even if... Reasonable consideration... So later Dr. Shen lowered the annual salary requirement?"
"No, he didn't ask for a lower annual salary. I agreed to his annual salary." Marcus lifted his head and exhaled, "because Winston happened to be at the front desk of the hotel at the time. He said Ferrari would pay him three times as much. ."
"You believe what Winston said?" Hunter tilted his head to look at him.
"Isn't he more credible than you?" Marcus asked rhetorically.
Hunter looked helpless: If you knew what he said to me when he left my room this morning, would you still consider him credible
"I really feel like I've earned it now! It took Dr. Shen only one month to complete the adjustment of the power unit, Luke's steering speed increased by 0.1 seconds during the test drive, and more than that... You know his sister Also a PhD student in mechanics and aerodynamics at MIT?"
"Of course I don't know."
"She's our suspension engineer now! Do you know how awesome the dynamic suspension was back in the day?"
"I know! F1 lost the meaning of the game because it was too bully, and was directly banned by the FIA."
"Her new submission of the variable suspension system has been officially confirmed by the FIA. It uses braking torque to solve the problem of front dip when braking, and it is part of the suspension system and not the aerodynamic package."
"Really?" Hunter was a little confused.
"Really! You have to feel the free practice match this time! You don't know how much Luke envy you and Maddie!"
At that moment, Hunter suddenly felt that he was resurrected!
If the performance of the car improves, maybe he can really enter the top five again
At this time, the sound of luggage being dragged came from the corridor outside the room.
"They're here!" Marcus's head filled with sake suddenly woke up, he rushed to the door, opened it, and hugged the black-haired youth standing at the door tightly, "Oh... you're finally here! I Thought you'd miss free practice!"
"How is that possible! I also want to hear Hunter tell us whether he likes me and Xiaoxi's debugging."
This was the first time Hunter saw Shen Chuan. It was a dark-haired youth who looked rather young, with gentle eyes and a wise but definitely not sharp smile.
He was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, and he couldn't see the old-fashioned and obsessive displeasure of the R&D staff.
Hunter took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand to the other side: "Hello, I'm Evan Hunter... the racer of the Marcus team."
"Hello, I'm Shen Chuan, the newly appointed power unit director. This is my sister Shen Xi." Shen Chuan smiled and turned to the side. Only then did Hunter find a petite girl standing behind him.
She supported the suitcase with one hand, tilted her head and looked at Hunter, her eyes were brighter and brighter despite her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.
"Hi Hunter. Big brother and I watched your race at Silverstone. It was a real shame."
so cute! so cute!
Hunter's eyes widened, the girl in front of him seemed so small that he could easily make her sit on his shoulders! The serious look of the big eyes reminds Hunter of the cartoon "Arale" he watched as a child!
"Yeah, I had a flat tire!" Hunter said.
"After a puncture, you are about to be lapped, but you can still catch up to the eighth place. Your driving skills are unquestionable. If you were driving a car designed by me and my big brother, you should be able to reach seventh or fourth place. Six." The girl named Shenxi lifted her glasses up.
"Xiaoxi really likes you. After watching the race at Silverstone that day, she said she really wanted to be your racing engineer. I admire you too. I have asked myself countless times, if I were you, would I be disadvantaged? Did you experience a bad puncture after qualifying but wouldn't give up chasing to the end for a moment? The answer is, I will too. I think I'm the same kind of person as you, and I hope one day you can drive our car to win the championship. "
Hunter looked into Shen Chuan's eyes, and he found that he was different from those who said nice things, he was sincere, and every word was true.
"Okay, then you are my brother!" Hunter stretched out his fist to Shen Chuan. He thought that Shen Chuan would not be able to react, but he didn't expect Shen Chuan to give Hunter a light fistfight.
From lunch to dinner, Hunter and Shen Chuan from the various problems that may occur when the car turns to the acceleration of overtaking on the straight, Shen Chuan is not only a very patient listener, he can even use the simplest and most vivid. The analogy is told to Hunter, there is no air of the so-called senior engineer.
"Do you think... I can really make the top five this time?" Hunter asked them seriously.
"I can't see that you are so unconfident? Or do you have no confidence in us?" Shen Chuan laughed out loud.
"No, this question is very important. If I can't drive in the top five, I'd rather be struck by lightning!"
"Even if you really don't make the top five, the probability of being struck by lightning is very small..." Shen Xi, who has been concentrating on studying the structure of fruit waffles, said.
"During the free practice match, you'll know when you feel it." Shen Chuan patted Hunter on the shoulder and comforted.
I don't know why, anything Shen Chuan said had a calm and convincing power.
"However, if my big brother and I are working together to upgrade your car for you, if you can't make it into the top five, I will build a machine that will directly kill you with lightning." Shen Xi cut the waffle with a knife, and the strawberry jam was like blood. flow out.
"Haha, your sister is really joking!"
"No, my sister never jokes. What she says is true." Shen Chuan nodded.
Hunter froze there... He doesn't understand genius thinking!
A few days later, the first free practice session began at the Suzuka Circuit.
On the straights, Hunter didn't feel the full advantage of the upgraded car, but there's no denying the car's center of gravity is more even.
When turning to brake, Hunter was pleasantly surprised by the stability of the car. Even without timing, he knew that he was turning faster and more smoothly.
When his practice match was over, he couldn't wait to rush to Shen Chuan who was holding his chin and looking at the tablet.
"Dude, I love you!"
Shen Chuan immediately stretched out his arm to try to cushion the impact from Hunter, but he was knocked back by a big step and almost fell to the ground.
"We love you too." Shen Chuan said helplessly.
"So you like this car a lot?"
Shenxi, not far away, came over while biting a Snickers bar. At that moment, Hunter thought of the little squirrel that jumped on his windowsill when he was a child.
"I love so much!"
"We are also very satisfied with the data in today's free practice match. So if you don't get the top five in this race, I have a hundred ways to let you get struck by lightning."
After speaking, Shen Xi turned around.
Shen Chuan snapped his fingers in Hunter's ear and said with a smile, "A friendly reminder again, what Xiaoxi said is true."
Hunter suddenly felt double pressure.
The second practice session was scheduled for the afternoon, and Hunter hummed "Tower of London Falls" and came to the bathroom to run water.
Just walked in, just happened to meet Winston coming out.
Different from the expectation of seeing him before, Hunter wanted to disappear even more at this time.
He managed to forget the stupid things he did to Winston when he was drunk, and of course he couldn't remember most of them to this day. He was really embarrassed.
Just as he was about to pretend to pass by the bathroom door, Winston read his name: "Hunter."
Hunter cried bitterly in his heart, but he had to put on a "I'm fine, not embarrassed at all" expression on his face.
"Haha... Winston! Come to the bathroom! I haven't been to the bathroom with you yet!"
Hold the grass! Hunt! Are you in a bind! What the hell is this talking about!
"Okay, let's go together now." Winston turned his face and motioned to go in together.
"You... aren't you finished?"
The ghost wants to go to the bathroom with you!
"Your request has always been my priority." Winston's lips drew a smile that only Hunter had ever seen, and leaned towards him naturally.
This smile made Hunter immediately understand that the guy was still angry.
Hunter swallowed his saliva subconsciously and quickly shook his hand: "Don't be so troublesome! I don't want to go to the bathroom at all now!"
"Then what are you doing here? To meet me in the bathroom?" Winston took another step forward, his face almost touching Hunter's.
"How could... we..."
Hunter didn't finish his words, he only felt a force pressing his shoulders and slammed it against the passageway wall of the bathroom.
"Hold the grass..." Hunter almost hit the back of his head.
The next moment, his cheek was pinched by the other party, and he had to raise his head and open it.
Hunter frowned, but it was Winston's icy blue eyes.
His eyes fell, as if tracing Hunter's lips, hooking the tip of his tongue, slowly but not refusing to go deeper.
Hunter's heart seemed to be strangled, and the blood stopped.
For the first time, Hunter was inexplicably afraid of this man.
After a few seconds, Winston let go of his hand, and Hunter angrily pushed him away and touched the cheek that was choked by Winston.
"What are you doing!" he yelled, hiding the momentary unease in his heart.
"I'll take a look at your mouth."
"What's wrong with my mouth?" Hunter became alert. Could it be that because he bit Winston's lower lip that day when he was drunk, this guy wants revenge
"I'm afraid it won't fit in."
Winston lowered his eyes, and his face still had a smile so shallow that he could hardly see it, only Hunter felt the coldness.
"Stuff what..."
When Hunter realized what the other party meant, his blood surged and he glared angrily at the other party.
And then, the old troubles reappeared.
His tongue was so stiff that he couldn't roll it up to make a normal sound, so he could only purse his mouth and tell Winston with his eyes that he was really angry.
"Hunter, are you angry?"
Winston's hand reached out, and Hunter turned his face to avoid it.
"As an apology... If you rush into the top five this time, I'll use my mouth to get it out for you."
Winston looked at Hunter without the joking smile just now, as if making a very important agreement between them.
But Hunter knew that this guy's bad factor was at work again. Winston was angry, but this time Hunter wasn't really sure what kept him mad for so long.
What happened to you
If it's just because my wine is not good, why are you mad at me when you know you can't take it seriously
Hunter vaguely felt that it wasn't just because he kissed Winston or bit his lip, but something else must have happened that kept Winston in his head to this day.
But... what the hell happened!
"Huh?" Winston's rising voice made Hunter's heart tighten.
"I... I don't have to!"
Hunter gave him a hard push, but Winston kept his stance leaning toward him.
The bite mark on his lower lip had been crusted over, slightly darker than usual, and the distance was just right for Hunter to see clearly.
How did you bite yourself at that time
What is the posture
Did you accidentally hit it when you fell
If so... Did Winston hug him
Countless pictures that he didn't dare to imagine poured into Hunter's heart, like countless possibilities.
Suddenly panic.
His own strength should not be small, but he failed to push the other party, which hurt Hunter's self-esteem. So he mustered his strength and pushed him again.
This time Winston finally stumbled back a small step.
Taking advantage of this gap, Hunter was about to leave, but who knew that the other party stretched out his arm and stopped him in the direction he was leaving again.
"Are you sure you don't?" There was no smile in Winston's eyes, but a hint of warning.
His heart seemed to be pinched, and he was inexplicably frightened.
"Don't!" Hunter's neck was so red that it almost split.
The premonition of danger came, and Hunter just wanted to retreat immediately and return to the safe area.
He hit Winston's arm hard, but the other party suddenly bent his arm, and he was about to hug him. Hunter squatted down with a quick response, and was about to slip out. Who knew Winston's response was super sensitive, He quickly lowered his body and grabbed him.
His cheeks almost slammed into the other's chest, and Hunter cursed in his heart: Damn—what the hell are you thinking!
At this time, the whistle sounded.
As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Owen of Red Bull Racing with his pockets in his pockets and looked at them with a smile.
That look is obviously saying: Ouch, did I see something interesting
The last time this guy played his own account, it wasn't counted yet!
Hunter glared at each other, but Owen walked past them indifferently: "Hunter, you want to have a bed-rolling experience so much... Why don't you beat Winston this time, and I'll take you to enjoy it!"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Duplicity.
Hunter: What
Winston: When you're lying alone, you'll imagine that I'll help you get it out, but you still have to tell me you don't want it.
Hunter: You... how did you know
Winston: I didn't know, but your reaction now makes me sure my guess was right.
Hunter: …