The delicate taste made Hunter feel that he was irritable because he didn't open the butter, and his mood instantly improved.
And Winston ate the remaining half of the meal.
Hunter stared at his lips, watching Winston's tongue protrude slightly from the gap between his lips, seeming to press the corner of his lips slightly.
He remembered the picture of the guy biting his finger and touching the butt of the cigarette with the tip of his tongue when the two smoked together.
Like a miniature bomb in his heart, it suddenly exploded, causing his breathing to stop at that moment.
don't watch, don't watch...
Hunter turned his face away.
But within a few minutes, Hunter couldn't help but turn his head. Winston's neat and slender fingers put away the lunch box and garbage, as if it had never been opened.
"What are you looking at?"
It was a voice that once felt cold, but now it was slow and soft, as if it was constantly dragging his thoughts into a secret and unknowable gap.
"No... nothing..." Hunter rubbed his chin, "Isn't your guy's cleanliness a bit serious? The boxes of airplane meals should be kept so clean."
"If I really had a cleanliness addiction, you would have been expelled from the country like a cockroach." Winston's eyes slanted over, as if he knew everything in Hunter's mind.
He stretched his hand to Hunter's eyes, opened his fingers slowly, and said lightly, "Are you looking at my hand just now?"
"No... no..." Hunter's heart seemed to be bounced.
"Oh, yes. What a pity."
"What a pity?" Hunter became curious.
And the corners of Winston's lips raised Hunt's familiar smile again.
"I can let you touch it."
"Touch what?"
"My fingers."
"I... I'm sick!" Hunter's eyes widened.
Finally, the calm heartbeat became disturbed again.
"Or do you want to lick it?"
It was a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, but there was a playful warmth in those eyes.
"Ah... Your narcissism has reached a new height." Hunter rolled his eyes at the other party, pulled the blindfold off, and continued to sleep.
From that moment on, he inexplicably paid attention to everything in the entire cabin, especially the every move of the people around him.
He thought he knew more about Winston than the average person, but now he realized that it was more than that.
The sound of Winston's breathing, the quivering unique to him when he opened the newspaper, and even Hunter could imagine his expression at the moment in his mind... At what angle did his fingers lightly squeeze which part of the newspaper...
Then the finger with a man's strength and graceful arc touched his lower lip, squeezed gently into the gap, and touched the tip of his tongue... Turning his world upside down.
The flight attendant came to Hunter's side and took away the lunch box he had placed on the small table.
The other party just touched his shoulder lightly, and Hunter pulled off his blindfold in shock.
"sorry sir."
Hunter looked apologetic to the flight attendant.
"No... nothing..."
Can't sleep at all.
"What's wrong?" Winston's fingers stretched toward Hunter, getting closer and closer, the knuckles of the index finger bent, about to brush Hunter's cheek.
Hunter avoided it as if electrocuted: "No... nothing! I thought the rubbish in the lunch box fell on me."
"Trash? Where did the trash come from?" Winston turned his face sideways, his eyes slanted upwards, "You ate clean."
"...I continue to sleep." Hunter exhaled.
Just stop looking at this guy.
The more you see, the more you think.
"Then go to sleep." Winston's fingers pinched under Hunter's blindfold and slowly pulled it down for him.
He held his breath, for fear that his breath would touch the other party and Winston would find out.
And Winston's fingers visibly scraped the tip of Hunter's nose as they left.
Hunter turned sideways and tilted his head to the other side. After a few minutes, his chaotic thoughts sank, and Hunter let out a gentle breathing sound.
Sleep allows him to temporarily let go of all the things he can't figure out.
It was morning when the plane arrived at Abu Dhabi International Airport.
Hunter got up dazedly and pulled the duffel bag off the rack.
He yawned, and when the other passenger's luggage was about to fall and hit him on the head, Winston stood up suddenly, stretched his arms, and pressed Hunter's head down.
"Ouch!" Hunter met Winston's eyes.
"Be careful." The other party put the bag on his shoulders.
Hunter followed behind the other party and asked, "Hey, where does your team live?"
“Hotel near IELTS Port Circuit.”
After Winston got out of the plane, he turned and waited for Hunter to follow.
"At this stop, do you still think you can rush into the top five?"
Hunter pulled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Yes, why not?"
The IELTS Port circuit includes high-speed sections and continuous sharp turns, and the race is at night, which tests the driver's ability.
Hunter can feel that his ability to judge a turning point and seize the moment is not the same as when he first entered Formula 1. Coupled with the cars that Shen Chuan and Shen Xi have tuned and upgraded for him, Hunter's confidence in himself has never been more obvious than it is now.
"So am I going to start preparing for the strip?" Winston asked with a chuckle.
He rarely smiles to the media, nor to the team staff, but for Hunter, his smile is no longer a novelty, but Hunter still subconsciously looks at it with his eyes. , imprint it in your mind like a sculpture.
"Yeah." Hunter walked past Winston with the corners of his mouth twitching. "Man... it's better not to set your goals too lofty."
"Why do you say that?" Winston walked beside Hunter.
"Because you are competing for the championship with Charles from Mercedes-Benz and Owen from Red Bull. They have dominated Formula One for more than ten years, and they are trampled on by you. Maybe they will unite and show you color. You still want to win the championship this time, I think it is very difficult."
Hunt said in a tone of schadenfreude.
The next second, Hunter's collar was pulled over, and he nearly hit Winston's chin.
"Then I'll show you the big deal."
Winston's eyes drooped, as if pressing on Hunter's heart.
He let go, and Hunter staggered back half a step.
"Hey! You suddenly attacked me again!"
Winston left indifferently.
To Hunter's slight regret, the Ferrari team and Marcus team chose a different hotel this time.
I heard that Ferrari's hotel was straddling the track, and I felt arrogant.
Hunter sighed, when will Marcus be able to breathe again
"If you think that hotel is interesting, you can come and find me and sleep with me."
"I don't want to sleep with you, I'll book another room myself! It's better than your room!"
"Really?" Winston glanced at Hunter like a kindergartener.
Hunter was suddenly discouraged.
During the Grand Prix, the hotels near the track must be full. Where can he go to book a room!
"I also agreed to tell Miss Wilson to come to the hotel for an interview." Hunter looked at the text message on his mobile phone and said, "I wonder if Miss Wilson lives in the same hotel as you."
"The free practice session didn't start so soon. Or if you ask Marcus, put the interview with Audrey Wilson at my hotel."
"Hey, Miss Wilson actually told me she's going to do a two-person interview. She wants to write a column about me and you. That's an interesting idea, is it okay with your team?"
"If I agree, they won't have an opinion."
How could Hunter forget that Winston has a lot of power in the Ferrari team.
When Hunter called Marcus, Marcus appeared nervous.
"Hunter...you answer me a question honestly."
"what is the problem?"
"Has the Ferrari team poached?"
Marcus's vigilance has not only increased a little after Owen's last poaching for Red Bull Racing.
Hunter held back his laughter and deliberately pretended to be surprised and said, "You... how did you know?"
Marcus blew up immediately: "What? Is this true? How much annual salary do they offer you!"
"Two... two million..." Hunter covered his mouth and was about to laugh like crazy.
"What?" Marcus was surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, Hunter became more and more brave in the last few races, and even challenged Shire at Suzuki Circuit. If he really went to Ferrari, he might have A wider space, "So... how about you? What do you think?"
"I... I... still decided to follow you! So Marcus, you have to be nice to me! Hahahaha! Where will the team pay two million to sign me!" Hunter's shoulders were shaking when he laughed.
"Stinky boy! You're looking for death! Get me back!"
"Then can I be interviewed by Miss Wilson with Winston?"
"You're not from the Ferrari team, why are you doing an interview with Winston!"
Marcus didn't seem to think what Hunter had just said was a joke.
"Because there is a topic! And this is the first time I have come across this kind of interview!"
"Come back to me!"
"It's just that you don't want me to answer some questions, or you don't want me to answer them in my way! Let the public relations manager come and see me! Otherwise, you can come and see me in person!"
"You... you..." Marcus was almost stammered by Hunter, "I just let you go to a hot spring with Vann Winston, you have to be together even for interviews, do you want to fall in love together? !"
Hunter's heart was inexplicably scratched.
A little excited, and a little disappointed.
Hunter subconsciously looked in Winston's direction. The other party was also communicating with his team. Judging from his expression, the Ferrari team should have received an interview invitation from Audrey Wilson.
Hanging up the call with Marcus, Hunter shrugged helplessly: "I seem to be joking, and I'm irritating Marcus. He doesn't agree."
"Actually, Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, does have plans to poach you. But his annual salary is not 2 million, but 3 million."
"What?" Hunter's eyes widened, and he grabbed Wensdu by the shoulder. "And then? Why have I never heard of it?"
Was it blocked by Marcus
"I told Mr. Miller that if you got into Ferrari, I wouldn't be able to race well," Winston said.
"Why? Isn't it bad for the two of us to be teammates? Even daily training can be together!"
Hunter didn't actually want to go to Ferrari, but when Winston said that he would make him unable to race well, Hunter's heart was inexplicably sour.
"Because that way, you're in the hands of Ferrari. It's not as simple as the one you're in with a big team like this. With the performance of the Ferrari car and your strength, it's just around the corner to catch up to Owen and Shire. They'll let you go. Press the car, to keep my championship. I don't want that to happen at all," Winston said.
Hunter half-opened his mouth and suddenly understood something.
"When you achieve something, most people will praise Ferrari's performance, put you in the top driver position, your ability will be underestimated. But at Marcus, your ability is not the same in the media. In the minds of the public, better than the performance of a race car."
When Winston said this, Hunter really wasn't angry at all.
"And most importantly."
"what?"
"When you become my teammate, I have an excuse to take care of you. No matter where you are, I will want to wait for you and protect you. But you are such an independent person, if I really take care of you on the track, It's going to explode with rage."
For some reason, Hunter's ears turned red.
He lowered his head and stomped his heels on the ground.
"Actually, you already take good care of me now."
"Let's go then. Since Mr. Marcus disagrees with the two-person interview, I'll make it clear to Miss Wilson."
"Hahaha, yes. If you go and say it, she will understand."
Because she has a crush on you!
After leaving the airport, they went to IELTS Island. Hunter said goodbye to Winston and went to the hotel to meet his team.
As soon as Marcus saw him, he hugged him: "My God! I really thought you were abducted by Vann Winston to Ferrari!"
"Almost! He said he wanted to give me a Ferrari!"
"I can give it to you too!"
"when?"
"Waiting for your twentieth birthday! Absolutely the latest!"
"You are too mean! Twenty birthday... Then I have to stay at the Marcus team next year!"
"You can also buy it yourself with the dividends at the end of the year!"
Seeing Shen Chuan approaching, Hunter immediately showed a big smile and put his hand on Shen Chuan's shoulder: "This is the real reason why I stay in the Marcus team! Wherever Dr. Shen goes, I will go! "
Shen Chuan shook his head and chuckled: "Don't pull me into the water."
At this time, Shen Xi probed his head and said, "Hey, isn't there a team that poached us away with an extra one-third of the annual salary? Does Hunter want to go too?"
Marcus hugged his head: "Okay, okay! I know you guys are trying to kill me!"
"Remember to give me a lot of dividends at the end of the year!" Hunter went to his room with a smile.
From his room, he could just see the scenery of the IELTS port, the track is not far away, and the hotel where Winston lives is far away.
Hunt couldn't help but wonder, if he set up a telescope, would he be able to see Winston
What is this guy doing now
Ah... He loves to be clean, he must be in the shower now.
Hunter thought about it and sent a text message: I was looking for you at the door of your room, but there was no response after knocking on the door for a long time, I'm going back!
Unexpectedly, in less than two seconds, Winston replied: Little liar, you have never been here.
Hunter covered his mouth and smiled, and quickly replied: Hey, aren't you in the shower
Winston's text message arrives: Do you want to come over tonight
Just as Hunt was about to reply to the other party, he suddenly remembered his agreement with Audrey Wilson, so he replied: I'll take a look at Miss Wilson's interview arrangement, and I'll visit your room if I have time.
Winston replies: Yes.
Hunter called Audrey Wilson, who was unexpectedly staying in the same hotel as the Marcus team.
So they made an appointment to meet at the restaurant on the top floor of the restaurant. Audrey specifically asked that Mr. Marcus would not send a public relations manager or assistant to follow him. She hoped that Hunter could accept her interview in the most natural state.
The public relations manager and public relations assistant came to Hunter's room and found that the guy was sitting on the bed in jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt and was concentrating on playing Match Games, all of which showed a collapsed expression.
"Hunter! You are going to be interviewed by a well-known media person. Where's your suit?"
"Didn't Miss Wilson say that you want to complete the visit in a relaxed state? And you have already told me what you can't say, I remember it!"
"Hunter... You were not like this before! How much do you wish to be interviewed by Audrey Wilson, you also said that she is the goddess of your dreams!" The public relations manager said speechlessly.
Hunter was stunned...
Yes, Audrey Wilson interviewed himself, and he was very happy. But this joy is completely different from the feeling of anticipation before.
He was in a happy mood, but at peace.
"I didn't bring a suit." Hunter looked at the PR manager.
"Oh... my god..." the PR manager covered his eyes.
So, in the end, Hunter went to the restaurant on the top floor wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans as standard.
It was a patio shrouded in floor-to-ceiling glass, and Audrey Wilson had reserved a spot where they could chat without interruption.
She didn't dress very formally. The hem of her shirt was tied at the waist with a knot, and the lower body was also jeans. The light makeup on her face made Hunter feel close and bright.
Once again, I'm glad I didn't wear a suit, otherwise it would be ridiculous compared to Audrey.
Beside Audrey was a photojournalist carrying a camera.
"The light here is very good, and you don't even need a light board." Audrey said with a smile.
Hunter sat down, looked at Audrey, and smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Audrey asked curiously.
"I... just remembered what a friend said to me, like to see me sitting in a bright place. Then today I saw Miss Wilson sitting in a bright place, everything about you was so clear, I suddenly understood what my friend said to me That's how I felt when I said that."
Audrey also turned her head and smiled: "I also seem to understand your friend's mood. Because Hunter, when you are smiling happily, even if there is no light around, it will make people feel bright."
Hunter's face suddenly turned red, and even his ears turned red. He lowered his head halfway and touched the tip of his nose.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, please answer my question seriously and honestly. There is no public relations manager or anyone else in the team looking at you at the moment. If you have anything to say, feel free to complain."
Audrey's questions mainly focused on Hunter's Formula One career planning, the strategy and judgment of the arena, and the direction of the FIA reform that Hunter expects.
No matter what Hunter said, Audrey always listened carefully. Sometimes when Hunter didn't know how to express his meaning clearly, Audrey could always hit the core with one sentence.
This made Hunter feel grateful for her understanding.
"Okay, let's talk about professional topics first. Now let's talk about topics of interest to fans. Almost all Formula 1 fans know that Ferrari's Vann Winston has always been cold in public. You have hardly heard the news that he communicated with anyone before, but you have now become a friend of Winston officially recognized by the Ferrari team. How did you know each other?" Audrey asked curiously.
This question suddenly stumped Hunter.
Yeah, how did they know each other
It was as if the first time he had spoken to each other was in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix.
"What's wrong? Hunter?"
"Probably because... I'm real and reliable, so Winston took the initiative to talk to me?"
It can't be said that he forgot to zip his pants when he was yelling at Maddie in the bathroom, and was reminded by Winston
But Audrey took out her phone and said with a smile, "Actually, I interviewed Winston before interviewing you. The question is the same. Do you know how Winston answered?"
"How did you answer?" Hunter's little heart jumped. The Winston guy can say anything embarrassing and embarrassing. If the Spanish Grand Prix toilet thing is made public, Hunter feels that he can't get along.
"He said..." Audrey raised the corners of her lips, which gave Hunter a bad premonition, "It's unbearable to look like you're in the bathroom with your trousers zippered and swaggering out, so he reminded him. is you."
Hunter immediately covered his eyes: "Do you want to be so honest!"
"Second question, have you ever thought about working with Winston on the same team one day?"
Hunter raised his head and discussed this with Winston when he left the airport today.
"Yeah, how could I not have thought about it? If we are in the same team, we can train together, go to races together, and have more time to learn and communicate with him. But... I am three or four years younger than Winston. Years old. I'm like a child in front of him, if he is in the same team, he will take care of me and protect me, then I will not grow up. So, I would rather be his pure opponent on the track, so that I can really grow up."
Hunter held the glass in front of him and said seriously.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Actually, I won't let you be my teammate because I'm afraid I can't help it.
Hunter: What can't you do
Winston: I can't help but make you cry every day until you pass out.
Hunter: … how many dark thoughts are in your head
Winston: A lot. Would you like to take a look