Audrey was stunned for a while, then asked with a smile: "It seems that you must have discussed this issue together, otherwise how could the answers fit so well?"
"Oh? What did he tell you?"
"He said, if you become a teammate, the two of you may not be able to have a pure fight due to the team's game strategy. And in daily life, he is used to paying attention to you, and being a teammate will make him pay attention to you. Habits extend to the track, which will make him unable to concentrate on the race." Audrey paused, "Actually, I really didn't think that one day, Vann Winston would say such humane words."
Hunter smiled embarrassedly.
"So in your heart, what kind of person is Vann Winston?" Audrey was obviously looking forward to this answer.
"Winston?" Hunter lowered his head and touched his ears, as if thinking about what to say.
"Hunter, it doesn't matter. At least Winston is very straightforward when it comes to his impression of you." Audrey held her chin and laughed.
"Winston... has many sides to me, so I don't know how to describe it to you."
"Many sides? For our media, he has always had only one side."
Hunter smiled: "On the track, or in the face of all the technical and strategic issues related to Formula One, he is rigorous, even objective enough to make people feel impersonal. But to friends, such as me, He's very patient. Sometimes I feel like…”
"What do you think?" Audrey showed an angry expression.
"I think..." Hunter narrowed his eyes and thought seriously, "It seems that no matter what I do, he won't be angry. Sometimes I wonder where his bottom line is."
Audrey looked at Hunter silently, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.
Hunter noticed it the moment he looked at her.
Seems like you're talking too much
"You two went on a trip together after the race at Suzuki. On the plane back to Tokyo from Sapporo, I didn't have time to talk. How was your vacation with Winston?"
"Very good! Winston has planned everything, from transportation to hotels! Traveling with him without even thinking about it makes me feel very relaxed!"
"Won't it be boring then? He's a strict and reserved man."
"No. Did you know that on the way to Noboribetsu, he also took me to visit the Shiroi Koibito factory!"
Audrey was stunned for a while, then turned her face to the side and smiled.
"Chocolate factories or something... don't you think it's a place where fathers take their children, or lovers?"
Hunter paused for two seconds, and then laughed: "It seems so! I thought so too at the time! Hahahaha!"
At that moment, what Hunter remembered was Winston turning his face sideways, leaning down, approaching him, and the tip of his tongue rubbed the soft and sweet ice cream and touched the tip of his tongue.
The heart throbbed uncontrollably.
"Okay, after so many questions, it's time to reveal Winston's answer." Audrey opened her notebook.
Hunter showed a nervous expression and pressed his chest: "Ah... I'm so nervous for no reason!"
"Hahaha, if you are all nervous, no one dares to speak in front of Vann Winston." Audrey smiled, "As for your impression of you, Winston's answer is very simple. "
"What is it? Can you stop selling it?"
"He said that there is only one Evan Hunter in the world." Audrey said with a funny expression.
"There must be a sentence behind that will make people unhappy." Hunter crooked his mouth.
"Haha, you must watch him carefully, otherwise the simple-minded Evan Hunt will definitely be deceived."
Hunt raised his hand to cover his eyes and sighed helplessly: "I knew it would be like this."
"Okay, that's the end of today's interview."
"Can I see how I look on camera?" Hunter looked at the photographer.
Audrey put her fingers on Hunter's forehead: "Let's leave your expectations to the end. Don't worry, we will leave the best shots for you."
"OK then."
Hunter reached out and brought the water glass over, and just took a sip, Audrey, who just got up and walked to his side, suddenly swayed and fell to one side. Hunter immediately stretched out his arms and hugged her.
"Miss Wilson, are you all right?"
"Thank you, your response is really quick." Audrey straightened up and thanked Hunter.
"well enough."
"But... everyone sees you as young, but you also have a mature and manly side."
"I like this kind of compliment." Hunter smiled.
"I wish you good results in this race."
"thanks."
As long as he enters the top five in this race, Vann Winston will strip him! Hahaha!
The more Hunter thought about it, the more he felt full of fighting spirit.
After the interview, Hunter sent a text message to Winston as he entered the elevator: "You're going too far!" You said I was easily deceived!
Winston's text messages came back quickly: interview over? Would you like to come over to eat with me
Hunter touched his nose and told the team's nutritionist that he was no longer eating in the team.
"Don't eat in the team? The practice game is about to start, don't eat indiscriminately!"
"Winston said to invite me to dinner. Shouldn't he make me have diarrhea?"
"Winston? How is that possible? Then go ahead and communicate more! By the way, let's see how Ferrari's nutritional meals are like!" The nutritionist's attitude turned 180 degrees.
Hunter agreed with a smile.
Winston took a seat at his hotel restaurant. Because it was during the Grand Prix, there were a lot of people in the restaurant, and of course those who could stay in this hotel belonged to the upper class.
When Hunter arrived at the restaurant, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Just in the corner by the window, Winston propped his chin and looked out the window. Hunter walked towards him step by step under the guidance of the waiter.
Winston's profile reminded Hunter of Moonlight. Although these are two completely incompatible things. Probably because at the moment he looks noble but gentle, which makes Hunter feel unreal.
"Hey!" Hunt pulled out a big smile.
Winston raised his chin: "Sit down. I've ordered appetizers and main dishes for you. Before the game, make sure you have high heat to avoid cold and allergies, and you are not allowed to drink anything with bubbles."
Hunter shook his head: "Life is much less fun."
"Really?" Winston raised his hand and looked at his watch, his nodding gesture was really aristocratic, "Audrey's interview with you should have lasted at least two hours."
"Haha, yes. She has a lot of unique insights into Formula 1. Chatting with her, she thinks her ideas have opened up a lot. What about you? She admires you so much, she must have talked with you for a long time, right?" Hunter deliberately used ambiguous words looked at each other.
"Half an hour."
"what?"
"I gave her half an hour to interview."
"So short?" Hunter's eyes widened.
This is indeed a top racer! No well-known media people at all!
"Otherwise, how can I give you enough time to chat with your goddess?" The smile on Winston's lips was shallow, but Hunter liked it very much.
"Hehe. One of my two dreams in life has finally come true."
"Two dreams? One is to be interviewed by a well-known media person like Audrey Wilson, and the other?"
"you guess?"
"That's all you have in your head." Winston chuckled.
"Bunny Party!"
"Dream." Winston lowered his head and took a sip of water.
"What?" Hunter didn't seem to hear clearly.
"Didn't you like to collect Playboy since you were a child?"
"Eh... How do you know? Did I tell you?" Hunter scratched his head, why didn't he remember it
"They're still under your mattress to this day."
"When did I tell you?"
"How about a bunny party? Are you going to use all the sets?"
For some reason, Hunter found Winston's tone a bit cool.
"No... I... want to have sex with someone I like." Hunter's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Like Audrey Wilson?"
"..." Hunter opened his mouth.
In the past, he could easily say that his dream lover was a woman like Audrey Wilson, but looking into Winston's eyes, he found that he couldn't speak.
"What's the matter?" Winston asked.
"I don't even know what kind of person I'm going to fall in love with. A lot of times... a person ends up falling in love, not necessarily what he expected. It's like my mother, who always dreamed of marrying a man like my father. She has a career and drive, and understands life. But in the end, what she chose was just an ordinary teacher."
At this time, the waiter brought the appetizers.
Creamed asparagus, such a dish is expensive in a country surrounded by deserts.
"Eat it."
"Winston..."
"What's wrong?"
"If...I mean if...one day you got married, would we still go on a trip together?"
He should have thought that if one day he had a significant other, he should travel with his wife and children. But for some reason, he suddenly became afraid.
Afraid that Winston would no longer plan everything for him, that they wouldn't have the time to sit down and have a meal together like now, even if there was nothing really to discuss, that he and he would go their separate ways.
Winston looked at him without the slightest hesitation in those eyes, so firm that Hunter felt inexplicably guilty.
"If one day I get married, who else can I travel with besides you?"
Hunter smiled.
"Can I take that when you said to Audrey Wilson 'there's only one Evan Hunter in the world'?"
"That's what it meant."
Winston gave Hunter the candy eggs from the plate.
Hunter looked at the egg and suddenly felt very warm.
He liked candy-hearted eggs, and even the team's nutritionist didn't know it, but Winston did.
"There is only one Vann Winston in the world." Hunter carefully scooped the egg with a spoon and put it into his mouth.
On the opposite side, Winston paused slightly with his knife and fork fingers.
Outside the window, is the famous IELTS port track.
It is as quiet as a graceful sleeping beauty at the moment, admired and yearned by everyone.
Hunter looked out the window, but he was thinking of Winston on the opposite side. Obviously he could not say a word, but he felt very comfortable.
It was almost nine-thirty in the evening, and Hunter had to go back to his team.
Winston motioned to pay.
"I'll come this time."
Hunter was about to raise his hand, but Winston clasped the back of his hand.
"I want you to give me something else."
"What?" Hunter was a little surprised.
Is there anything Winston doesn't have and needs him to deliver
"If you are in the top five in this race, the dividends from Marcus Racing should be enough for you to buy your home back," Winston said.
"Well." Hunter was a little excited in his heart, and there was also a striptease!
"I want a spot in your garage for me."
After Winston finished speaking, Hunter's eyes heated up inexplicably.
This had been his plan.
This was what he wanted to leave to Winston. Although such a thing may be far less valuable than a sports car of the other party, what he wants to give to the other party happens to be what the other party cares about. Hunter does not know how to describe the feeling of being cherished.
"Okay." Hunter restrained his voice from trembling.
"And your jeep, which you promised me to replace."
"Haha, I bought the house. If I still have extra money, I will definitely buy a good car."
"Yeah." Winston replied softly, which fell on Hunter's heart, itching.
The waiter came to pay the bill, but Hunter still handed out his credit card and said to Winston with a smile, "Remember? You paid for me in the supermarket, let me pay you back!"
Winston smiled lightly: "I don't remember paying for you, but I remember one time I went to the supermarket and found you removed the biscuits on the shelf, as if you had peeked at me for a long time."
Hunter's nerves seemed to be flicked.
So Winston knew he was standing in front of the shelf watching him
"You didn't look at me, how do you know I looked at you for a long time?" Hunter raised his chin.
"I've watched you for a long time. From your choice of yogurt to your choice of underwear."
"You... you... why are you looking at me?" Hunter's heart tightened again.
That kind of… the feeling that my acquaintance with Winston was in the other's plan made Hunter subconsciously tense.
"Because it's stupid. When you buy yogurt, you only look at the taste, not the date." Winston lifted the tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Okay, it's late. I'll take you back to your hotel."
Hunter stood up: "I don't need you to send me back! I'm not Audrey Wilson... Eh, wait, did you know that I hugged her during the interview today?"
"why?"
"She almost fell when she walked by me, and I helped her. Although there was nothing to be proud of, I felt that my reaction was fast."
Hunter showed a small smug expression.
Just as he passed Winston's side, the other party was sitting in the distance sorting out his cuffs, and Hunter stumbled suddenly. He was completely relaxed and did not expect it. He stumbled and fell forward, subconsciously trying to grab it. He was on the edge of the table, but someone hooked him by the waist.
The familiar force made Hunter's nerves rise, and he leaned toward the embrace, the arms around him.
Hunter was shocked that he was sitting on Winston's lap!
There were already many people around.
"Is it like this?"
Winston's voice came from behind, and Hunter's shoulders subconsciously tensed.
The other party's temperature, the other party's breath, is like an invisible but mighty invasion.
"Just... just..."
Hunter tried hard to defend himself, but his throat seemed to be locked.
"What do you want to say?"
Winston moved closer, his cheek as if against his.
"That's not the case! She just didn't step on her high heels firmly, and I held her up! I'm a gentleman! If I did this to Miss Wilson, the photographer next to me would have shot me to death with a camera!"
Hunter broke the opponent's hand and stood up immediately.
"Oh, and the photographer, you must be disappointed."
Winston was still sitting there, looking half up at Hunter.
"I...I don't have that kind of heart for Miss Wilson!"
"Hunter, your ears are red. Really don't feel that way about Audrey Wilson?" Winston's voice was still very light.
Hunter sometimes doesn't understand why this guy can always speak to him in such a tone, and why hasn't he seen him speak to others like this
"I didn't! It was you who made me feel embarrassed!"
After that, Hunter regretted it.
"Oh, didn't I just want to imitate how you held Miss Wilson?"
"I didn't tell you that I carried her on my lap!"
And everyone else in the restaurant saw it!
The legs are so long that they even tripped over me!
Winston's lip line was more pronounced.
"Believe it or not, in this race, I blew you!" Hunter angrily stretched out his middle finger.
"I'm looking forward to it." Winston finally got up slowly.
After checking out, Winston really wanted to accompany Hunter back to the hotel.
"Hey... You don't have to do this. I can go back by myself. I can't, you take me back, and I'll take you back to Tianming?"
"Your ears are still red." Winston said with a sideways smile.
"Enough is enough!" Hunter raised his hand and covered his ears.
Winston said nothing, just pressed down the elevator.
The two walked towards Hunter's hotel.
Unlike Hunter, who had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Winston was steady, and every step he took was a kind of demeanor.
Hunter didn't understand, how did he get so close to Winston
It started in the bathroom at this year's Spanish Grand Prix... and paying for him in the supermarket, and then overpaying for his baseball cap at a Ferrari charity dinner, and then on the way home with his Jeep breaking down, Winn Ston accompanies him to wait for the insurance company, and allows him to blow up his Ferrari supercar...
They weren't close to each other, looking back now, it should have been... Winston had been close to him.
why
Hunter looked at the back of Winston who had walked in front of him.
Straight and slender.
And the back figure stopped and looked back at Hunter.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Hunter trotted past Winston, then turned and winked at him, "I was thinking of your striptease."
"Really?" Winston continued to follow Hunter with a small smile.
"I will definitely be in the top five in this race. As for you... Don't be beaten by Ciel or Owen."
Hunter said with a smirk, pulling the corners of his mouth.
"You are so confident."
Hunter looked at Winston in the moonlight and said to himself: Isn't it you who made me so confident
Back in the hotel room, Hunter subconsciously opened the window and looked in the direction Winston left, but what he recalled in his mind was the feeling of being hugged while sitting on the other's lap.
Peace of mind... even owned by someone.
Hunter pressed his head hard, he suddenly wanted to get drunk in front of Winston, and then use his bad wine to do whatever he wanted.
This thought made Hunter startled by himself. In order to adapt to the jet lag, he lay in the quilt early, but half an hour later, he still did not feel sleepy at all.
He regretted in his heart that he didn't remember how he kissed Winston after being drunk, and was annoyed by his bad thoughts.
The phone on the bedside table lit up, and Hunter touched it to see that it was a text message from Winston: Did you see the moon
Hunter got up and opened the curtains, the silver moon in the sky was like putting the earth into a plate.
He replied to Winston: I saw it, big and bright!
Winston: Good night, Hunter.
It was as if someone was talking in his ear, like Winston's cool but soft voice.
At this time, is he sitting on the head of the bed with a book on his lap and a mobile phone in his hand
Good night, Winston.
After a few days of acclimation, the practice session began.
The weather here is hotter than Suzuka because of the less greenery and more tire wear.
At first, Hunter was worried about whether the performance of the car could keep up, but before going to the track, he saw Shen Chuan calmly commanding the final adjustment, while Shen Xi squinted with a chocolate bar and waved to him "bye bye". "This calm reassures Hunter.
This was the first time he drove F1 on a desert track like this, but his driving was smooth and free, and the data at the end of the practice session relaxed Shen Chuan's frowning brows.
When Hunter drove the car back, Shen Chuan tapped Hunter's helmet with his fingers against the racing car: "Relax?"
"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Hunter showed a big smile, "I took a look at the engine temperature, and you solved the heat dissipation problem very well!"
"We have adjusted the cooling parts to the maximum extent, including the cooling fins of the brakes. Hunter, the wind direction of the Yas port track is uncertain, and the warm-up is more difficult than the normal track. This time, you have to prove that it is not only yourself, It also proves our entire team of engineers and the entire team." Shen Chuan's eyes condensed a kind of power.
Even Shen Xi, who was standing behind him, took out the chocolate and looked at Hunter blankly.
That dedication, whether it's a driver on the track or an engineer off the track, is the same.
"I will." Hunter looked directly into Shen Chuan's eyes.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: If one day I get married, who else can I travel with besides you
Hunter: Happy~
Winston: Because it must be you who married me.
Hunter: …