At the end of the three rounds of free practice, Hunter came out of the bathroom humming a song with his pockets in his pocket, and happened to run into Owen. The guy had a bad track record, and Hunter remembered it well.
Before entering Formula 1, Hunter was full of admiration for top drivers like Owen, but now, he just rolled his eyes at him.
Just as he was about to walk past Owen, the other party suddenly grabbed him.
"Little Hunter, it's rude to walk over like this without saying hello." Owen said half-jokingly, tilting his head slightly.
"I'm not familiar with you again." Hunter glanced at each other coldly, and when he looked up, he saw Ciel just coming towards him.
The moment Ciel saw Owen, his face became stinky.
In Formula 1, Charles is a standard blonde and blue-eyed. At first glance, he is reminiscent of a handsome guy like Jude Law or Leonardo, but he has an unassuming personality and a bad temper, and the media did not write much when he was young. His bad words are just slapped in the face with strength.
The last time I heard Donald say that Owen had cleaned Shire, and now that they met in the bathroom, Hunter suddenly looked forward to the two of them fighting. With Ciel's violent temper, Owen's head will definitely be broken!
Hunter originally wanted to stay outside the bathroom and listen to the corner, but Owen teased with great interest: "Little Hunter stay and play together!"
"What are you playing?" Xia Er's unhappy eyes rolled over.
"Threesome!"
"God... crazy!" Hunter hurried away with his middle finger.
Ciel clicked his tongue and watched Owen raise his chin: "When did you get to know this kid so well?"
"What? Are you jealous? Don't be so dear, you will always be my favorite." Owen opened his arms as if to hug each other.
"Really? I hope you are a little more fraternal. It's better for the whole world to be unlucky together." Ciel snorted softly.
"By the way, have you ever thought about giving Winston a little color anywhere other than on the track?"
"How do you want to play?" Charles asked coolly.
"Go and seduce Winston in front of that kid just now."
"Huh?" Charles frowned, "Did you forget to take your medicine when you went out this morning?"
"Or, in the presence of Winston, to seduce that kid?"
Charles sighed and patted Owen on the shoulder: "I don't think you're trying to fix Vann Winston, you're trying to fix me."
After that, Charles walked away.
Owen touched his chin and said, "What a pity!"
After the free practice session, it was time for qualifying.
The team entered a state of tension, and the audience seat of the IELTS Port Circuit was unprecedentedly full.
According to online surveys, there are two major points of interest in this competition.
The first thing to watch is whether Winston can hold on to the championship under the attack of Owen and Ciel. The second point to watch is whether Hunter, who is constantly rising in the standings, can still compete with a master like Ciel.
Qualifying is about to start, Hunter clasped the steering wheel with both hands and exhaled.
The starting position of the IELTS port track is very important, Hunter pursed his lips, his nerves tense.
In the Q1 race, Winston led the pole position, and Owen and Shire's lap times were always close behind. The performance-adjusted car allowed Hunter to let go and beat Penny and Duchovny, and was always in fourth place.
Marcus clenched his fists and nodded repeatedly.
"His driving is getting more and more mature."
"You know, whenever he drives our car, there is a feeling of expecting to be surpassed. Then he expects more and more and becomes more and more greedy." Shen Chuan said.
"We have the best team, and any greedy dream can come true." Marcus looked at Shen Chuan and smiled.
At the beginning of Q2, the pattern changed. Winston's lap speed dropped and was overtaken by Charles, and Owen followed Winston. Hunter remains in fourth place, but the rankings have been changing since fifth.
The audience shouted excitedly, as if to heat the air to another temperature.
Hunter has sweated a lot, but his heart is restless, but he must do his best to restrain himself and wait for the explosion at the most critical moment.
When Q2 came to an end, Winston was overtaken by Charles and placed third, with Hunter holding on to fourth.
Heartstrings can not be relaxed, Q3 is a new round of tests.
Penny gradually threatened Hunter's qualifying, which forced Hunter to exert his strength in the second half of Q3 to widen the distance with Penny.
The whole qualifying session was full of gunpowder, and Charles was replaced by Owen in pole position, while Winston kept the third position until the end of qualifying.
The race will be held at night.
Hunter listened carefully to the team's strategy, and even the performance of other rivals on the track.
After the meeting, Marcus expressed his feelings: "It feels like Hunter has grown up in just a few months. He was obviously a problem child before."
Shen Chuan smiled: "Hunter looks childish, but in fact he is a very serious guy. And once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him."
Marcus held his eyes: "Yeah... No one can stop it."
There's just over an hour left to start the race.
Hunter found a place to sit down, and when he looked up, he could see the setting sun.
He narrowed his eyes and raised his head, as if he was feeling something.
"It's rare, you're not looking for a place to smoke."
Hearing that voice, the corners of Hunter's lips pursed, as if some small expectation had suddenly come true, but he remained motionless.
"I wanted to smoke. But I left it in the hotel."
A small shadow blocked his head, and Hunter slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head back, just leaning on someone's leg.
Winston's breath spread.
Hunter suddenly wanted to rely on each other like this.
The man behind him unhurriedly opened the aluminum cigarette case, lit a cigarette, put it between his lips, and inhaled lightly, then the cigarette end glowed a dark red light, and his throat moved slightly. When he moved, smoke rings overflowed from his lips, and his eyes seemed to be half-dream and half-awake.
Hunter liked this Winston very much.
It was a masculine elegance and sensuality that Hunter dreamed of, and Winston seemed to have.
He didn't speak, just leaned against Winston's leg and looked up at him.
Winston leaned down and approached slowly, keeping his legs motionless, allowing Hunter to lean against him.
The tip of his nose, the strands of his falling hair, every inch of the tiniest wiggle made Hunt's heart tick.
But Winston's left hand covered Hunter's eyes.
"You look up like this, be careful of burning your eyes. The sunset light here is still very strong."
When he felt the temperature of Winston's palm, there was an inexplicable satisfaction in his heart, and he wanted to lean up, get closer, and force harder.
Something touched his lips, the cigarette.
Hunter subconsciously used the tip of his tongue to gently hold the butt of the cigarette, where Winston's lips had held it, Hunter's heart itch even more.
He took a breath, bit the cigarette butt lightly with his teeth, and exhaled the smoke ring from the gap between his teeth.
Winston was about to get the cigarette back, but Hunter tilted his head to the side: "It's all mine."
Winston just chuckled.
"Hey, I said... This time in the race, I'm finally behind you." Hunter had a big smile on his face.
"You have always been behind me, never surpassed."
Winston sat down beside Hunter.
Hunter was a little unhappy about losing his support, but even more unhappy was Winston's phrase "never surpassed."
Hunter angrily bumped the other with his leg before continuing to smoke while squinting.
"If I stick to this ranking until the end, you're going to strip me! What color are your bottoms?"
Hunter winked and said with a schadenfreude expression.
"Black." Winston replied frankly.
Hunter was suddenly disappointed: "You said you... Is there anything that can make you a little shy?"
"You really want to know?" Winston asked, turning his face to the side.
"Yes I do!"
"I'll tell you when I'm stripper."
Hunt's familiar smirk was on Winston's lips.
As he stood up, his fingers held the half of Hunt's cigarette between his lips.
Hunter deliberately increased the strength of the bite, but Winston stretched out another hand, pinched Hunter's cheek, and forced Hunter to loosen his teeth, and the cigarette was taken away.
"Cut!" Hunter turned his head away in dissatisfaction.
Winston's fingers squeezed the cigarette and left, slowly bringing it to his lips, pressing the tip of his tongue against the spot where Hunter had licked it.
This game is very important for Hunter. If he can get the top four rankings, it means that he will enter the top eight in the standings.
The official start, the setting sun is fading.
There was a hint of coolness in the dry and hot air of the day.
With all the cars in their places, Hunter looked at Winston diagonally ahead and narrowed his eyes.
This is the closest to you.
I will never lose you!
The vibration of the engine swept the airflow, the dust boiled, and Hunter's mood returned from tension to calm.
And that calm brews strength.
The moment Winston rushed out, Hunter felt like an exploding planet in his heart, breaking through all restraints.
The first corner is the key to defending the position. Hunter calmly responded to the attack launched by Duchovny behind him, closely followed Winston in front, like a double-star trajectory, going out of the corner steadily and keeping a distance from the opponent behind him.
"Very good... very good..." Marcus stared at Hunter away, it was just the first corner, he could feel that the child had really grown up.
If the first three races in Formula One seem ignorant and overwhelmed, Hunter at this moment is like a veteran.
On the first lap, Winston relentlessly overtook Charles.
Hunter also faced Penny's pursuit.
The battle between the top five was a blast from the very beginning. Winston almost exited the corner early in a gentle bend, but was blocked by Charles at the best exit point. The tension of the almost collision made the audience feel nervous. sweat.
Hunter sensed Penny's overtaking intention on the long straight and accelerated to approach the corner without giving Penny room to approach, but calmly braked before entering the corner, entered the corner smoothly, and quickly approached Winston in front after exiting the corner. .
He seemed to be holding his breath, making the audience nervous that he was chasing Winston, and was about to post it.
On the eighth lap, a sharp turn leading to a long straight, Hunter pushed the car's performance to the limit, rivaling Winston's speed! The audience stood up, and Marcus murmured uncontrollably: "My God..."
When the speed of the two cars is so close, it is the skill and guts of the driver that wins.
Winston's driving style is seemingly steady but able to pierce sharply when it matters most, while Hunter is like a flood that will overwhelm the opponent.
Hunter almost collided with Winston at the center of the corner, and it seemed that the heart would burst. Advantage.
"What a pity..." Although Marcus sighed, he couldn't hide his admiration on his face.
Although it did not surpass Winston, except for Owen and Shire, it has been a long time since I saw any driver who can "force" Winston in a corner.
Hunter's eyes narrowed. For him, it was just a desperate temptation. He never thought that he could overtake Winston.
But he also saw the gap between himself and Winston, not the corner entry, nor the braking, but the exit. It seems that he almost surpassed the opponent, but once again, Winston can still grab the corner ahead of him!
Don't worry, Hunter.
Don't worry.
Hunter had simulated the moment when he overtook Winston from the rear hundreds of times. He imagined countless situations, but none of them were like Jian Rui at the moment just now, nor was he sloppy in the slightest, but it made him feel that fraction of a second. What a chasm the difference in seconds is.
It's just that no one saw the smile that flashed across the corner of Winston's lips, who was running wildly on the long straight.
The battle between Ciel and Owen in the front was like a burst of sparks. Ciel surpassed Owen in the hairpin bend, and Owen regained his position in the next slow bend. Several times at the center of the bend and at the exit of the bend, the audience saw each other. Emotionally.
Equally nerve-wracking was Hunt's second overtake to Winston.
Hunter was driving almost side by side with Winston just before the corner, a feeling that was extremely exciting for Hunter because he was no longer looking at Winston's back, but side by side with him.
But all the audience watching this scene broke into a cold sweat for Hunter. Because while technically, Hunter has the right to use the lane, the responsibility lies with Hunter if he collides with Winston.
Hunter's overtaking was not aggressive, and the arc drawn by the two cars had a kind of thrilling tacit understanding, which made people expect Winston's defense and hope for Hunter to break the deadlock.
Hunter's nerves were tensed and stretched, his breathing was like a thread that was torn at any time, and he knew that he had to maintain a distance of half the length of Winston's body between the braking point and the cornering point. Otherwise, if Winston still maintains the advantage of more than one-half of the body before the corner entry point, he will occupy the lane and Hunter will lose the right to overtake.
This contest only happened in less than half a second. Winston cut the cocoon and opened the distance with Hunter, and Hunter lost the chance to overtake.
"Shit..." Hunter cursed in a low voice.
Winston, on the other hand, continued to drive ahead of Hunter.
This made Hunter have a very strange feeling... He seemed to be molested by the other party, every overtaking was like a kiss, and every time Hunter tried to dominate, he was pushed back by Winston.
What the hell! The more I think about it, the more unhappy it is!
Ciel and Owen in the front have completed their pit stops, and Hunter is also very clear that it is time for him to change his tires.
Marcus became nervous: "Quick, quick! Hunter is going to change the tire!"
This is a marvelous moment for the technicians of the Marcus team. From the pit stop to the exit of Hunter, it was only 2.1 seconds, setting their fastest record!
Hunter ran fast after leaving the station, and the lap time became faster and faster, while Winston was temporarily behind Hunter after leaving the station.
Hunter knew that he had to seize the moment to distance himself from Winston, and he charged towards Ciel in front of him.
Ciel snorted coldly, he had long wanted to teach this kid a lesson.
And Hunter knew in his heart that defending his position and advantage at the moment was already invaluable for the Marcus team. If he went to fight Charles, with his old-fashioned skills, he might be able to get himself off the track, but He was unwilling... unwilling to keep this position like this.
And... Shen Chuan and Xiaoxi must also want to know if they can compete with the Mercedes-Benz team's racing performance!
Hunter increased his horsepower and confronted Ciel head-on in a gentle curve, like a fight between two sharp knives, and the light was cold in an instant. Ciel was startled, tightened the line, and was almost grabbed by Hunter at the overtaking spot.
Hunter gritted his teeth and was about to continue to follow, but he didn't expect the mantis to catch the cicada, the oriole was behind, and Winston approached from behind, overtaking Hunter in one fell swoop at the connection point between the straight and the corner!
It was the first time Hunter had the urge to yell.
This guy did it on purpose! Absolutely on purpose!
He could even imagine the corners of Winston's lips raised, and the comfort between his brows and eyes!
So the game after that turned into Hunt chasing Winston, Winston and Ciel fighting, and Ciel trying to overtake Owen.
Thrilling overtaking scenes followed one after another, and even the commentator said that this was the highest level of this year's Grand Prix.
Hunter overtook Winston eight times, four of which he lost to Winston on the exit.
And the change of the top three is also changing, and every second may produce completely different results.
In the final six laps, it was obvious that Ciel gave up on Owen and instead defended Winston. On the last lap, Owen crossed the finish line first, Charles and Winston collided almost at the same time, Hunt followed closely, the audience shouted wildly, and the whole track seemed to be burning.
The final result was announced, Owen was the champion of this station, Ciel took the second place with 0.04 seconds ahead of Winston, Winston won the third place, and Hunter won the fourth place.
The Marcus team cheered enthusiastically.
Marcus looked at Shen Chuan next to him and found that he was no longer there. Instead, he worked with Shen Xi and other engineers to study the performance data of this race.
"This lunatic... I should be happy with everyone at this time!"
Hunter looked at the red Ferrari racing car in front of him and suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.
Winston had won two consecutive races before, but this time he lost to Owen and Shire. He didn't know if it would be bad in his heart
But it was a joy for Hunter.
He finally took on Winston.
This is the first time he has experienced the strength of this man so deeply - the control of the moment, the estimation of distance, and the determination to cut off time, these are all Hunter's dreams, and Winston has it.
He is the invisible force that pulls Hunter.
He admires him, appreciates him, yearns for him.
Even his failure made his heart boil.
Hunter reached out, trying to grab Winston's back.
But at that moment, Winston turned his head to look at him.
Hunter couldn't see Winston's face through the hard hat and fire mask, but when their eyes met, Hunter only felt that his mind was being dragged away in an instant.
Winston seemed to be smiling.
Hunter stopped there for a long time until Winston was gone.
After accepting the award, Ciel was preparing for a post-match interview when someone suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Hey, thank you."
Charlton paused, then sneered: "It's rare that Lawrence Owen would say thank you to me. I hope your thank you is sincere and without conspiracy."
"Thank you," Owen repeated. "I know I wouldn't have won the championship if you hadn't suppressed Winston."
"If it's for this, you don't have to say thank you. I had to suppress him. Although I don't deal with you, I'd rather you win the championship than Vann Winston." Ciel lowered his voice. The head, the voice has no publicity in the past, it looks calm and heavy.
"Because you and I represent the same era." Owen laughed.
"And my time with you will not be overturned so easily."
Ciel turned back and bumped fists with Owen.
"Next stop and fight again."
"certainly."
Returning to the team, Hunter threw off his helmet and rushed up, picking up Shen Chuan, who was holding a tablet.
"Dr. Shen, you are amazing! I like your car so much!"
Shen Chuan patted Hunter on the shoulder helplessly: "Hunter! Hunter! Put me down!"
Hunter put Shen Chuan down firmly: "This is the first time I have competed with top drivers like Winston and Shire! The performance of our car is great!"
"So you shouldn't have said 'I like your car so much' because you're driving a car with the work of chassis engineers, instrument engineers, suspension engineers and a lot of engineers..."
"I know I know! It's 'our race car'!" Hunt laughed.
"Waiting for the Grand Prix next year, we will design a real car for you that is comparable to the big teams." Shen Chuan pursed his lips and smiled.
And Hunter's line of sight went over Shen Chuan's shoulder and just met Shen Xi's eyes.
She stared straight at Hunter, as if expecting something.
Hunter was a little scared. He still remembered that Shenxi once said that he would be killed by lightning!
"That... Xiaoxi, what's wrong?"
"I'm also your engineer, but you didn't pick me up like you were holding my big brother." Shen Xi said in a serious tone.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Excited to run laps! I'm in the top four!
Winston: Hmm.
Hunter: Striptease! Striptease!
Winston: Good.
Hunter: Why are you taking off my clothes while jumping!
Winston: Because it's a striptease!