The race has been completed four-fifths, Hunter pitted again, Marcus was excited, he had a feeling that Hunter was not satisfied.
After the exit, Hunter set his fastest lap at Suzuka on the penultimate lap.
Owen and Winston started a corner battle, and Charles was chasing. Before entering the corner, he was surprised to find that Hunter was chasing behind him.
"Penny this guy... how did he get ripped off by others!"
Ciel raised the corner of his mouth, his entry into the corner did not leave any chance for Hunter at all.
After exiting the Spooney corner, Hunt chased Shire into the overtaking point.
The young man behind him was so calm that Charle was surprised. It was clearly a deceleration curve, but Hunter dared to delay braking, almost along the edge of the track, the wheels of the two cars almost touched each other at the corner. It looked frightening.
"Mom..." Marcus opened his mouth halfway.
Time was stopped at this moment.
Until Charles exited the corner early on the track, the audience applauded, and Marcus exhaled.
Although the overtaking was unsuccessful this time, the entire team was boiling.
"This kid is too good! He even dares to single out Ciel!"
"This is the most threatening challenge we've ever put on a top driver!"
Charles still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief on the straights, because he knew very well that Hunter behind him was looking for an opportunity to pull and follow.
"Thinking beautiful."
Ciel snorted softly, rushed to the end of the straight, and entered the final lap.
At this time, Winston made an elegant turn at Dunlop's corner and grabbed the front of Owen.
At the same corner, Hunter chased Shire again, attracting the attention of almost the entire audience and the commentator. The newly tuned car made Hunter close to Shire in the corner with its superb balance.
Ciel bites his line and leads the corner again!
At this moment, whether it was Hunter's line and decisiveness, or Ciel's miraculous biting of the line, it became the most exciting contest in this match.
All the Marcus team members hugged each other as Hunt crossed the line with one second and two behind Shire.
Marcus looked at the screen stupidly with tears in his eyes. He turned around and looked at Shen Chuan who was calmly analyzing the data for a long time.
"Thank you... Dr. Shen, without you... Hunter couldn't have finished fourth... "
The fourth place is the best result achieved by all the drivers of the Marcus team so far.
Hunter drove the car back and the whole team was cheering him on.
But his heart was calm.
This time, he failed to take on Winston on the track.
The man was still standing high, looking down at him.
Taking off the fire mask, Hunter took the towel and pressed it on his eyes.
He wanted to cry inexplicably, and the various congratulatory voices in his ears failed to enter his brain.
Winston won the race again.
And Hunter... Aside from that man's glory, he's no match for him now.
"Hunter, give us time... When our power unit is complete, you'll be able to compete with Winston."
As if his heart was hit, Hunter raised his head and met Shen Chuan's eyes.
He held Shen Chuan's hand, and his eyes became hot: "Thank you, I believe in you."
The post-match interview was about to begin, and Hunter sat quietly drinking water and eating food prepared by the nutritionist.
"Hey Hunter, your flower!"
"Oh, thanks."
Hunter opened the card, and the writing on it was completely unfamiliar: You burn my eyes.
"Who sent this?" Hunter asked the staff.
"It seems to have been sent by the board secretary of the Nikki Group."
"Niki Group?"
Hunter scratched the back of his head, could it be Viven Nikki
At this time, Marcus was about to walk towards Hunter, hugged him, and kissed him twice on the face.
"Hunter! Hunter! Our darling!"
Hunter rolled his eyes: "If you call me baby again, I'll push your head into the crack in the wall!"
"Viven Nikki, the major shareholder of the Nikki Group, just called us to sponsor us! Mr. Nikki is likely to be the largest shareholder in our team! Most importantly, his sponsorship allows you to drive the best car !"
"Nicky..." It was really him.
"Yeah, he came to see the game in person! He's your big fan now!"
Hunter was a little confused.
Hold the grass! Did Viven Nikki have too much money screwing up his brain! He went to the club and played as a woman!
At this time, the post-match media interview with Winston began.
Audrey, Winston's number one fan, was also there.
Winston responded to all technical questions from the media with a calm demeanor.
But Audrey's question was: "Your friend Evan Hunter scored the best result of his career. Do you have any comments on his performance in this game?"
The media looked intently in Winston's direction, and he rarely answered non-racing questions, let alone commented on other drivers.
"He's not my friend." Winston's voice was cold.
This made the media show regretful expressions. There were also whispers about whether Hunter would be embarrassed to hear this.
"He is more important to me than a friend. So I feel very sorry for his performance this time, because I still haven't been able to compete with him."
"But he's getting closer and closer to you." Audrey said with a smile.
"Yes." Winston nodded.
The reporters present immediately started their brains, and various headlines came into being.
What "Winston Prophecy: Hunter will surpass Shire as his ultimate opponent", "The era of Winston and Hunter is coming" and so on.
That night, Ciel was drinking in a very depressed mood, and Owen sat beside him.
"Hey! How come you didn't hold the championship position! You let Vann Winston win again!"
"Okay, okay! Why bother with young people!" Owen rubbed Ciel's head like a child.
"And that kid Hunter! Does he think he can easily surpass me?"
"Of course not!" Owen nodded, raised his hand and ordered another glass of wine for Charles.
"Are you my child?" Charles squinted at Owen.
"How is that possible?" Owen smiled.
"Then why are you so perfunctory?"
Owen exhaled and extended his thumb to Ciel: "We agreed that Abu Dhabi will let these two little devils know how good we are."
Charles pressed Owen's finger: "Then can you explain why you sent my wife a picture of me drinking in a bar!"
"Don't you want to divorce your wife and refuse? Let me help you!" Owen squinted and smiled.
"Help you! She's going to split my property now!"
"That's what you deserve!"
"I'm going to beat you to death now!"
"Oops! Don't hit me in the face!"
And the interview invitations from the Marcus team were so many that Marcus couldn't sleep.
Hunter's performance in the post-game interview was comforting as a PR manager.
He was like a naughty king who suddenly grew up. The public relations manager thought that Hunter had never heard the "official answer". He answered all the media with a smile. All of a sudden, the reporters had a good impression of this polite big boy.
But for all the interviews after the press conference, Hunter declined because he was tired and wanted to rest.
Marcus saw that his mood was not as good as they expected, and guessed that he did not force him as before.
Hunter returned to the room and received a strange call.
"Hello, I'm Evan Hunt."
"Hello, I'm Nikki. I'm waiting for you at the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. Can I invite you to dinner?"
"Nicky? Are you the Nicky I met at the club?" Hunter was surprised.
"Yeah. If you decline my invitation, I will tell Mr. Marcus to cancel the sponsorship of your team." Nicky said half-jokingly in a mischievous tone.
Hunter paused and asked, "Are you wearing a long skirt and high heels today?"
"What's wrong?"
"If so, I won't go." Hunter was still depressed when he remembered that he was being played around by the other party.
"I'm wearing a suit and tie today. Because I'm inviting you to dinner, I'm sure I'm the most handsome and charming."
"Okay, I'll be right here. Don't tell Marcus that you're withdrawing your sponsorship."
Sponsorship is Marcus' life. Besides, I really want to meet Nicky in real life.
At the high-end restaurant on the top floor, Hunter also had to change into a suit. He casually put on a tie and left the room.
The top of the restaurant is a large sheet of glass, as if being under the stars.
And in the most central position, Hunter saw a young man stand up.
He has short light chestnut hair, which is combed behind his ears, showing his forehead, and his facial features are very delicate. Hunter is not sure if the other party is Nikki, but the other party does look in his direction.
"Nicky?" Hunter tilted his head.
The other party laughed, and the pair of eyes made Hunter confirm that the other party was Nicky.
"The first time I saw you in the club, I thought you were cute. But after watching your game, I thought you were very manly."
"Thank you." Hunter scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.
"What about me? What's the difference between me now and the me I saw at the club that day?" Nicky asked with a smile while propping his chin.
"It's more pleasing to the eye now," Hunter said.
"Haha, liar. Obviously you prefer the way I looked that day."
"If you lie to me by dressing like that again, I will give you a pair of panda eyes, whether you still support the Marcus team or not." Hunter said seriously.
"Not even on your birthday?"
"This can be."
The two laughed.
Nicky isn't really feminine, on the contrary, listen to him talk about the decision to sponsor Marcus and other decisions about the family business. He is a decisive and well-rounded mature man. Hunter is like a child to him. .
"Would you like to have another drink tonight?"
When dinner was over, Nicky asked with a wink.
Hunter was about to answer when he felt someone propped up on the back of his chair.
A voice as cold as night fell from the top of his head.
"I'm sorry, Nicky. Hunter and I have something to talk about."
Hunter's heart clenched when he realized it was Winston.
"I'm about to break up with this guy, and we have nothing to say. Let's go and have a drink." Hunter was about to get up, but the man behind him firmly held his shoulders.
Nicky smiled. "Okay. Hunter, let's talk next time."
"and many more."
When Nicky walked by Hunter's side, Hunter subconsciously clasped Nicky's wrist, "Are you afraid of Vann Winston?"
"I wanted to say I wasn't afraid. But he looked at me like he was going to kill me, and... we still have a little business relationship." Nicky wiped his neck.
His reaction made Hunter suspect that Nicky and Winston had known each other for a long time.
Winston's hand on Hunter's shoulder slid along his arm to his wrist, fingers hard, Hunter suspected that his wrist was about to be crushed by the other party, so he could only release Nicky.
Nicky left with his pockets in his pockets.
When he came to the exit, he turned his face sideways, winked at Hunter, and said, "Be alive."
Winston's voice sounded in his ear: "Come on, I'll accompany you to have a drink."
Hunter turned his face to the other side: "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to rest."
"I thought you'd be very happy to get fourth. You'd also come to me and tell me that you don't have to break up with me." Winston's expression was still the same.
Is it a child's game between me and you
"Do you think breaking up friendships can be said on the lips? Or do you think breaking up friendships is also a condition that can be negotiated?"
Hunter got up without looking at each other, and walked towards the door with a cold face.
He knew that Winston was following him, so he hurried out of the exit, pressed the elevator, and closed the elevator door as soon as he entered.
But just when there was still a gap left, Winston suddenly reached out and pressed the elevator door.
The entire elevator vibrated with his strength, and Hunter subconsciously took a half step back.
Winston came in and the elevator doors closed.
Obviously he still has an unhurried expression, but Hunter feels the pressure.
"Hunter." That voice pronounced his name again.
Hunter turned his face away from each other: "We broke up."
Last time you had the final say, this time I have the final say.
When the elevator door was about to open, Hunter walked directly past Winston's side. Just as he was about to step out of the elevator door, he was suddenly pulled hard by the person beside him, and immediately crashed into the other's arms.
Just as Hunter was about to knock him away, the elevator door closed, Winston tightened his arms, and Hunter's bones were hurt by the other side.
"You know if you really broke up with me, I'd come back hard." Winston's voice was cold.
Hunter suddenly remembered what Owen had told him a few days ago, never reject Winston, or he would force it.
"What are you trying to force?" Hunter tensed his nerves, staring at the elevator floor, ready to throw off Winston and rush out at any time.
"Hunter, you broke your promise to me first."
"What promise?"
"You said you would be with me in all dangerous things."
"What dangerous thing have I done?"
"You're drunk, Hunter."
"Is it dangerous to be drunk?"
The elevator door opened again, and several guests were about to enter. Winston's eyes swept across, like a cold front crossing the border, no one dared to take a step forward.
The elevator went up again.
"Of course it's dangerous."
Hunter just tried to break free, Winston's arm tightened until the blood vessels were clearly visible, Hunter did not dare to move, because at this moment he had difficulty breathing.
"Nonsense! So many people get drunk together, why am I in danger!"
"Hunter, do you know what you... did to me after you bit me?"
"What the hell did I do?"
"You grabbed my wrist and pressed me on the bed. You took me as a woman, pulled my clothes, kissed my neck..."
Hunter's pupils almost split.
What? what has he done
That picture, Hunter just thought about it, and felt that he had broken through the limit of his own cognition.
"You...you bullshit..."
"I'm not bullshitting."
"You are so strong... How could I hold you down!" Hunter yelled.
The elevator door opened, and it happened to be the floor where Hunter lived.
Winston let go of Hunter, walked out, raised his chin and said, "How about we restore the scene?"
"Restore... restore what?"
"You were very strong at the time, sitting on my waist with an arrogant look on your face."
Winston walked to the door of Hunter's room and leaned against the door to look at Hunter.
This made Hunter's mind roll, imagining himself pressing Winston... The other side looked at him in surprise, his hair was messed up on the pillow... Don't be more sexy.
"I had to push you down with my knees. You almost fell under the bed. I dragged you back. You said you were going to party with me until dawn. You also asked where my bunny ears were."
Winston's expression was so serious, and even his memories were so clear, that Hunter suddenly felt that he was really hurt.
"I said this wasn't a bunny party, and I wasn't a bunny. I'm Vann Winston. You immediately said angrily... You hate me, hate me, I'm more attractive to women than you, hate that you're childish compared to me Child, hate that I'm more sexy and mature than you, hate my temperament, hate everything about me."
Hunter looked at the other party's eyes and put his head away within three seconds.
That's not annoying.
That is envy.
He subconsciously wanted to be a mature man with a temperament and credibility in front of everyone like Winston.
Obviously in the hands of so many F1 cars, Winston is definitely young, but he is very different from Winston.
"I said to you 'I'm sorry, Hunter. Don't be mad at me, you'll get better and more people will appreciate you and like you'."
Winston's gaze was far reaching. He shouted that he hated him, but this guy had to comfort him in turn.
"But you said, 'Even if I get better, I still can't catch up with you! I'll never be able to be confident with you! I hate you! I'm going to break up with you!'"
Winston seemed calm at this time, but Hunter knew very well that he had hurt him.
Because Winston has always treated him differently from others.
"You can't take what I say when I'm out of my mind! I'm just... I just..."
"Just what? Isn't what you say when you are drunk the most real thoughts in your heart? Although you are drunk, but your expression is so serious, then you must hate me."
That's why Winston said that he tortured him all night.
Not because Hunter was drunk, but because Winston must have been wondering why Hunter hated him, had he always wanted to break up with him
"Did you almost cry when I told you to break up with you before qualifying?"
Winston asked softly.
"Yeah... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so sad... You said if I don't make the top five, I'll put your dick in my mouth, I just thought you were angry, thought you wanted me to be a little stressed out When it comes to competition... But when you say you're going to break up with me, that's different! I'm just drunk! You can be angry that I've done bad things when I'm drunk, but you can't just say you're going to break up with me just because you're angry I'm breaking up!"
Hunter's throat was choked and his nose was sore. It was like watching his mother and his drunk father quarrel, and he couldn't do anything but watch them get farther and farther away from each other, and then sat alone on the bed and hugged him. Tears on the knees.
Then one day, my mother left the house completely with luggage.
He wanted to look up now because he knew his tears were about to fall.
He knew very well that even if he said he hated Winston, even if he said he wanted to break up the relationship after he was drunk, but if he said something that hurts the other party, it hurts.
His father also insulted him when he was drunk. Even if he knew that it was not his father's original intention, and how much his father loved him when he was sober, he would still feel heartache.
Winston is the same.
"But I felt the same as yours at the time. Even if I knew you were drunk, words like this could easily come out of your mouth. Do you often think this way when I'm not by your side?" Wen Stone said.
"I do not have!"
Hunter immediately looked at each other, and the moment he made contact with Winston's eyes, the surface of his heart seemed to be picked by a fine needle, causing pain.
"It's really smooth when you say why you hate me. It's like saying it a thousand times when I don't know."
"Because of me...because I envy you. You're the kind of person I want to be. You're firm and rational, and if you were me...maybe you wouldn't have lost your father. You'd solve everything in your mature way...and I No. I can only watch my parents blushing with debt... all the mess... I'll just watch my dad take my race winnings to buy the most expensive wine and then I grab the bottle from him Come back, and then we fight... I tell you this not because I want you to pity me... but because I want to be you... but it's not easy to be you, so I hate your perfection..."
Hunter bowed his head, knowing that he couldn't bear it any longer, and the tears fell heavily.
He didn't dare to wipe, he didn't want Winston to see his tears.
That's a sign of cowardice.
But Winston reached out and clasped the back of Hunter's head lightly, pressing him on his shoulders, letting his tears fall on him.
"Idiot. If you really think I'm perfect, you don't need to be me. Because I'll always be by your side, and I can do things you can't do well. Why do you have to work so hard to become someone like me? "
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: What are some things I can't do well that you can do for me
Winston: Hugs, kisses, and making you happy.
Hunter: …