"so what?"
"So, feel the track well during the free practice session. When the race starts, don't hesitate, trust your own feelings."
"Okay." Hunter nodded.
"Go."
"Oh."
"I see you leave."
"I don't want you to watch me!"
"Who wants you to always look at my back on the track?"
"I rub it! This time I really want to surpass you! Otherwise I will not be reconciled!" Hunter compared his middle finger to each other.
"Go." Winston raised his chin.
Hunter turned around and left him one step at a time.
But my heart is full.
As soon as he returned to the team to report, Marcus hugged him: "I was worried that you would fall asleep on the plane, and then the flight sent you back to Dubai!"
The other staff also laughed.
Hunter quickly took out the gift he had prepared and distributed it to everyone. Marcus, who received the tie, even burst into tears.
"I really never thought you'd bring me presents someday. This tie has such good taste..."
"Winston chose it for you."
"I said it's not like your taste!" Marcus leaned up and asked Hunter in a low voice, "To be honest, is Winston going to poach you to Ferrari?"
"No! Isn't there only competition between drivers and can't have affection?" Hunter said righteously.
He gave Shen Xi the snacks he brought, and Shen Xi gave Hunter a bear hug without hesitation.
"Austin track is a step up." Shen Chuan came to Hunter with a smile and stretched out his fist.
Hunter immediately understood the meaning of Shen Chuan's words.
The Austin track needs the car to have a strong pressing performance, and Shen Chuan must be very confident in this performance before he said this to Hunter.
"Okay, this stop... Whether it's Owen, Shire, or Winston, let's see if I can get anyone off the horse."
Hunter stretched out his fist and collided with Shen Chuan.
The free practice game will not start until the day after the big day, and Hunter will continue to practice basic physical fitness and reverse the jet lag these days.
After dinner, Hunter came for a walk near the Austin track, wanting to feel the temperature and airflow near the track, and imagine the screams of the audience.
"Eh, Hunter? Didn't expect you to be around here?"
With a laughing voice, Hunter turned his head and saw Lawrence Owen.
Under the darkness of the night, his handsome face had a vague sense of mystery.
"I'm going for a walk!" Hunter shrugged.
"Anyway, I'm your teacher too, so can't you show some respect to me?" Owen came over and put an arm on Hunter's shoulder.
"You said that? What you taught me was either useless or made me embarrassed!" Hunter put Owen's arm down.
"How can it be useless? I think it's very useful. It's just that you don't have enough experience to see the effect."
Hunter didn't know where Owen's confidence came from.
Owen lowered his head, then picked up Hunter's hand: "Your new watch?"
"No, Winston... for me."
Speaking of this, Hunter felt embarrassed for his own oolong.
"I changed it with you? What's the matter?"
"When I was in Dubai Mall, I wanted to give him a watch, but when I bought it and sent it to him, I found out that he had an identical piece on his wrist!"
"You said you like Vann Winston, you don't even know what watch he wears?" Owen looked at Hunter with a "you're hopeless" expression.
"I'm not interested in watches..." Hunter curled his lips.
"And then what?"
"Then I said to return it and change it. Winston said no, give me his watch and he'll wear the one I bought."
At this time, Hunter found that Owen looked at himself with a different expression, with a hint of recognition and admiration.
"Hunter, Hunter! You're so clever! A long-wearing watch is more precious to a man than a wedding ring. Don't you feel like exchanging wedding rings when Winston gave you his watch? ?" Owen pressed Hunter's shoulder hard.
In fact, without Owen, Hunter felt a bit like it at the time.
"Aren't you confident enough yet? That Winston guy is definitely interested in you, or he won't accept your watch."
Hunter's heart rejoiced.
"Then what to do next?"
"Go on! After this competition, keep trying." Owen hugged Hunter's shoulder. "Suddenly I feel that you, a stupid student, are not really untalented."
"Yeah, let's work hard after the game. The game is the most important thing now."
"Stinky boy, what do you think?"
"It's nothing. If you get pushed down by Winston, be careful to be eaten by me." Hunter smiled and walked to his hotel with his pockets in his pockets.
"This kid is really... getting more and more annoying."
When Hunter saw the hotel door, someone suddenly stopped him.
"Hunter!"
As soon as Hunt turned around, he saw a figure standing under the backlight of the street lamp.
"Who?"
If it is a media reporter, Hunter remembers few.
"You... don't you remember me?"
Hunter recognized the man when he stepped into the light.
"You're Merlin who washed the sand with us... Why are you here?" Hunter was surprised.
"Of course I came here to watch the game." Merlin seemed a little excited, "Is this the hotel you stayed in?"
"Ah... yes... I heard that the Marcus team lives here every year, and it hasn't changed." Hunter showed a big smile.
"I'm really happy that you remember my name. You have so many fans... I didn't expect to remember me..." Merlin was clearly excited.
No... Maybe more excited than excited
"That... I don't actually have any fans... Hahaha..."
Suddenly remembering Winston's evaluation of Merlin before, Hunter, who was alone, panicked inexplicably. He tried his best to keep a smile and said, "It's a little late, I'm going to bed."
"Oh... of course."
"Then enjoy your game time."
Hunter turned around and walked into the hotel. After entering the elevator, he exhaled.
Then I thought I was funny again.
He was not frightened by Merlin, but by Winston.
A free practice session soon followed.
Every minute on the track counts for Hunter.
He has to understand the track, remember every corner, every ups and downs, grasp every overtaking point.
It was also tense for the team of engineers led by Shen Chuan, who had to consider other adjustments based on the data displayed by the driver and the car.
As usual, at the end of each practice session, Hunter would find a corner to smoke his cigarette.
And Winston always found him as if he knew everything.
"I suddenly feel that this game of hide-and-seek has no meaning at all. You can always find me... " Hunter raised his head with a cigarette and sighed regretfully.
"You can smoke in a more obvious place next time." Winston sat down beside him.
Hunter seemed to have thought of something, turned his face to Winston with a smirk and said, "Actually, I really like the Austin track. Especially its ups and downs, ups and downs."
"Little boy." Winston reached for the cigarette Hunter was holding in his mouth.
But Hunter tilted his head in dissatisfaction: "Don't smoke children's cigarettes!"
Winston, however, clasped Hunter's cheek with one hand, and reached out with his fingers to fiddle with his lower lip directly.
Hunter wanted to shout a foul, but as soon as his teeth loosened, the cigarette was taken away by Winston.
"You like the ups and downs of the Austin track?" Winston asked rhetorically.
Holding the cigarette butt that Hunter had bitten out of his mouth, he took a breath and spit it out again.
"Like rolling the sheets!" Hunter said, glaring at him.
"Oh—" Winston's voice stretched slightly. "The kind that sits on top of me?"
"Yeah! Sit..."
What the hell!
Winston's lips curled up.
Hunter is super dissatisfied!
Obviously he was going to hook up with Winston, why was this guy going against the routine again
Stop playing!
Hunter got up and was about to leave, but Winston raised his hand and clasped his calf: "Don't you want your cigarettes?"
"No, you smoke slowly!"
Winston let go of his hand and really started smoking slowly there.
Hunt turned away.
This will not work!
If you want to confuse this guy in the future, you must think carefully and make a move after seeing the opportunity. You must not be contradicted by this guy!
At one o'clock in the morning after the three rounds of free practice, we ushered in the qualifying round.
Sitting in the car, Hunter closed his eyes and kept recalling all the key points of the Austin track.
When he opened his eyes, Shen Chuan was by his side.
"Hunter, we're always by your side. You know, every game you play is the foundation for us to go further."
"I know."
Hunter nodded.
The audience at the Austin Motor Speedway was close to boiling.
From the beginning he was disturbed by these sounds, and now he can habitually eliminate all the sounds that disturb him, he knows that his self-control has become stronger and stronger.
The qualifying competition is still full of gunpowder. Owen dominated in Q1, turning in and out of corners skillfully, even on a track like Austin, his smoothness was not affected in the slightest, and even the aerial photography of the helicopter showed him as if he was shuttled in the sea.
Charles and Winston were on a par with Winston and were a threat to Owen, but Hunter's lap time continued to improve until the end of Q1 and stabilized behind the two of them.
Starting from Q2, the competition is more obvious. Although it is a track without gunpowder smoke, it gives the audience a feeling of war. Owen was overtaken by Ciel in the middle of the second qualifying round, but at the end, Winston overtook Ciel and took the lead.
In Q3, the top three are still changing, and the audience is also very nervous.
Hunter narrowed his eyes and unreservedly exerted the performance of the car, surpassing Owen who was in third place! Although this qualifying was not held for two laps and was chased back by Owen, it still made the Marcus team excited.
At the end of the qualifying session, Winston took the pole position, Charles was second, Owen was third, and Hunter maintained his fourth position, which attracted the attention of the media. No one could use luck to explain the young man. The general played.
The Marcus team also followed the rising tide. Before the race was over, they received a notice from Nikki Group to increase sponsorship.
But Hunter didn't take it easy on his qualifying results.
He sat quietly in his seat, drinking water and listening to the technical officer's analysis.
From the lap contest in qualifying, he knew that Owen, who was familiar with the track, or in other words, familiar with this style of height difference, was indeed ahead of him.
This kind of lead seems to be very subtle, as if it can be broken with a poke, but Hunter knows very well that to really poke, it is not enough to work hard.
Maybe just like what Winston said before the game, trust your own feelings.
If you want to cut down an enemy stronger than yourself, you must be more murderous than the opponent.
"Hunter... if you can hold on to fourth this time..."
Before Marcus could finish speaking, Hunter blocked his mouth with a bun.
"Hold my place? Behind me are Enzo from Lotus, Duchovny from McLaren, Penny from Renault, Donald from Sobo...anyone...as long as I breathe a sigh of relief they will press me down. The shoulders go in front of me... Marcus, we're not at the stage of holding anything anymore."
Hunter's eyes looked at Marcus.
Those eyes were not pure enthusiasm, but rather calm.
He knows his position, he knows his situation, and he even knows the opponents behind him who are always ready to catch up with him.
"Yes... we're not just chasers, we're other people's targets." Marcus put his hand on Hunter's shoulder and looked back at him with the same forceful gaze, "Enjoy all your skills. If you If you are crazy, we will go crazy with you."
"Thanks, that's what I want."
Hunter laughed.
Marcus was in a trance, since when did he grow up and couldn't keep up with this little devil
No... No... No, how can such skill and determination belong to a child
Evan Hunt is already a man who knows what his goals are.
At this time, Owen of Red Bull Racing was stretching in the seat.
"Ah... so annoying!"
"What's wrong? Because the pole position was taken by Vann Winston, or is Charles ahead of you again?" the team's technical officer came to Owen and asked with a smile.
"No, what I hate is that Evan Hunt is right behind me."
Owen frowned, his beautiful green eyes narrowed.
He rested his chin on his hands and stomped his right foot back and forth on the ground.
"You're nervous? No... Owen..."
"The kid was trying to run over me," Owen said.
"Formula 1 results are never guaranteed. But your experience and skills are above him..."
"You don't know, in terms of driving skills, any driver in front of him can't guarantee that he is better than him. But once this kid locks his target, you can't breathe until the last moment."
"so what?"
"So I want to thank him for his existence. Because of him, I have to go ahead and leave the pressure to others." Owen raised his lips and smiled.
With much anticipation, the Austin track ushered in the race.
The sun at nine o'clock in the morning was not very dazzling, even a little soft.
And in this kind of softness, the fight on the track is about to kick off.
The cars of each team are in their respective positions, and the audience is also waiting for the start of this speeding carnival.
When all five lights went out, Winston, who took the pole position, rushed out first and passed the first uphill corner with unparalleled momentum.
Ciel didn't slack off the corner, nor did Owen.
Hunter followed him coldly and sharply, without being pulled away at all.
And behind him is like a big melee, followed by Penny and Duchovny, their targets are Hunter.
Don't think about the jackal behind you, look at the lion ahead!
In the first slow corner, Owen felt Hunter's approach.
This kid is really bolder than before, but what makes him so bold is definitely his more confident technique!
Several consecutive laps of ups and downs down the mountain, such a drop requires more braking ability when cornering, but Hunter's operation is so precise that Owen feels like a shadow that can't be cast away.
In order to get rid of this shadow, Owen started a very sharp competition with Charles in the first ten laps.
When Owen passed Shire on the twelfth lap, the intensity of the two cars even sparked on the ground. Owen took the lead out of the corner. Although the advantage was not obvious, he completely took it away with his superb routing. Ciel's chance to overtake.
At that moment, Owen exhaled and ran wildly on the long straight.
"Dear Charles, I leave Evan Hunt for you to taste!"
Owen now has to take the red F1 ahead at full speed.
Hunter pitted for a tire change, and after the team made a clean change, Hunter was temporarily behind Renault's Penny.
After two or three laps, Hunter started a strong catch-up.
The famous player Penny's defensive driving was broken by Hunter, and he almost made a mistake in the line and entered the buffer zone, but Hunter surpassed Penny as if depicting the stars and moon, and rushed to the front of Ciel.
"Damn—it's this kid again!" Charles cursed in his heart.
Soon the two cars began to confront each other in the corner. Ciel steered fully, as if to force Hunter off the track, but Hunter resisted the pressure, not only did not collide with Ciel, but also Wonderful routing to keep the distance following Ciel.
At that moment, Shire understood that this kid was different from Abu Dhabi Station.
Every game seems to allow him to absorb something, and they will become the nutrients he absorbs.
On the consecutive corners of S1, Hunter once again launched an overtaking of Shire.
This time, Ciel was holding his breath in his throat. He knew that he could not make any mistakes. The two cars alternated. Hunter seemed to pass Ciel at the first corner, but he was pulled back by Ciel. After the corner, Charles still had the lead.
At this time, Ciel laughed. He hadn't seen such a bloody opponent for a long time.
To be honest, always fighting with Owen and Winston, Ciel was already a little tired of it.
Hunt's pursuit kept him in high spirits, as if returning to the days when he was just entering Formula One.
In front of Owen, he succeeded in overtaking Winston at Turn 1, but was overtaken by Winston at the same corner two laps later.
I don't know why, although many attempts to surpass Ciel failed, Hunter did not feel discouraged at all, on the contrary, he became more confident every time.
"He's in great shape..." Marcus exclaimed.
Hunter and Charle pitted one after another and exerted their strength at the same time. Charle's target was Owen, but Hunter was behind Charlene again.
The two cars fought again at Turn 1, and the spectators watched with fear that they would collide, but Hunter and Shire knew it was impossible.
They kept a distance in parallel, and exited the corners one after another, as if they were about to fly, causing the audience to scream wildly.
With few laps left, Hunter narrowed his eyes.
Alright, Ciel, after adapting to your so many circles, let's be a little bit more energetic!
In a gentle corner, Hunter started a braking contest with Charles. They were both not afraid of taking risks, and almost all braked at the same time. This contest lasted three consecutive corners, and on the penultimate lap , Hunter was about to rush into the buffer zone because of the heavy shoulders at the exit of a corner, but he reversed strongly. At the same time, Shire's car was also on the verge of losing control and was pulling back to the driving line with superb reflexes. Almost no one understood what was going on, including Hunter himself, everything followed him, he used a strong line to go around in front of Ciel, who was adjusting the line, and rushed out.
The audience stood up and shouted.
Marcus clenched his fists and opened his mouth!
Hunter rushed straight ahead as if he didn't feel anything.
With two laps left, Charles began to overtake Hunter.
The battle between them continued, but Hunter held the line perfectly and crossed the finish line with Owen all the way!
"Oh... He got the third place? He chopped off the Great White Shark?" Marcus turned his face stupidly and looked at the technical officer beside him.
"...It should be..."
Two seconds later, the team behind them made a frantic cry.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Next time I'll definitely bite you off!
Winston: Hmm.
Hunter: Don't treat me like a kid! Touch my head for what! Eh... where are you touching? No touching there!
Winston: Then don't bite me too hard.
Hunter: Huh
Winston: I taught you to bite like this.
Hunter: Go away! My slacks are new!