"Who will hit me? I'm not dreaming?" Marcus asked.
"You didn't dream." Shen Chuan clapped his hands calmly, "Now organize and collect the data!"
"Dr. Shen, stop pretending to be calm! I saw you smiling just now!" Assistant Engineer Amanda suddenly shouted.
The whole team was laughing again.
Shen Chuan turned his face and smiled: "Okay, allow you to celebrate first."
Hunter, who crossed the finish line, was still panting, his suppressed heartbeat not fully released.
Everything seemed to be going backwards, and he saw that in the red Ferrari in front of him, Winston's arm seemed to be stretched out and made a "follow me" gesture.
Hunter knew very well that the gesture was not for his Ferrari teammate or Owen behind him, but for him.
I'm finally approaching your realm, right
The entire process of getting to the podium was a slap in the face for Hunter. He didn't know what the people around him said, and he didn't even know whether he laughed or not.
All he knew was that Winston was holding his shoulders tightly.
Too tight to be true.
The shutter sounded crackling, and Hunter saw the enthusiasm of the media like a tide.
The post-game interview was like a blast, destroying Marcus, and the live shows followed, as well as an offer to endorse Hunter.
After these few games, Hunter has been portrayed by the media as a resilient surpasser in adversity, and he is young, true and full of energy.
Many female fans said that Hunter's smile was contagious.
Shen Xi stood in front of the TV with his brother and watched the live interview.
"Brother... Do you really think Hunter's smile is contagious?" Shen Xi said with an inquiring expression.
"Infectivity is just a subjective feeling." Shen Chuan replied.
"No wonder... because I only saw stupidity." Shen Xi sighed.
In the corridor, Owen whispered while leaning on Hunter's shoulder: "You can do it, boy, you stepped on the great white shark."
"Ah? What?" Hunter turned his face to meet Owen's eyes full of schadenfreude.
"Come to my room tonight, and I'll help you again." Owen blinked, let go of Hunter's shoulders, and walked forward.
Hunter exhaled. Although he was not the champion of the race, he felt as if he was still stepping on cotton.
He subconsciously looked for Winston, only to find that Winston was confirming something with the Ferrari team's public relations manager, but he was actually looking in his direction.
At this time, Winston raised his hand to the public relations manager, motioned for the other party to wait a moment, and then walked in front of Hunter.
Hunter was expecting Winston to say something affirming or encouraging to him, even if it was the kind of embarrassing joke before, to let him know that it was all true, but the first thing Winston came to him was the first. The sentence was: "When did you get to know Lawrence Owen so well?"
"Ah? Owen?" Hunter then remembered that he seemed to be "hooking shoulders" with Owen just now.
"You're not afraid of being tricked by him now. Or is it because he's beautiful?"
Such questions were completely beyond Hunter's expectations.
At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and Winston took the cell phone directly from his hand. The text message showed that it was from Owen, but Winston did not open it.
"Who were you texting every day when you were in Dubai?"
Winston asked Hunter's eyes.
These problems are not the same as Hunter imagined.
Isn't it time to pop champagne together to celebrate
And... Winston discovers...
Owen just put his arms around his shoulder, and Winston could think that the person he was texting was Owen
"Why didn't you speak?" Winston leaned forward, and Hunter stepped back, but was pinned on his shoulders.
Calm down, Hunter.
There's nothing wrong with you texting Owen.
"Because Owen taunted me... So I told him I would deflate him or Ciel... I did, so he just said a few words to me, send me a text message to congratulate... I'm not familiar with him..."
It was true anyway, and he wasn't lying.
"Okay." Winston pressed the phone into Hunter's arms, turned and left.
Hunter sighed, why is Winston still so lukewarm
He clicked on Irving's text message: See you tonight at 1826 at the John's Hotel.
See you soon!
Hunter suspected that this guy was deliberately holding Winston's shoulder in front of him!
The media interview after the game was very long, the reporters were very excited, and Hunter had a headache.
Regarding his feelings about this game, Hunter uniformly answered with "I don't feel it is true", and with his sincere expression, he won the favor of the media.
When reporters asked him what his goal was for his next stop, his answer remained: "I want to catch up to Winston." The answer without hesitation made the reporters laugh. This kind of laughter does not feel that he is naive, but more like the child he is watching is growing up step by step, and he has been chasing his dream and never giving up.
After finally getting out of the media conference, the guy Donald called himself very enthusiastically.
"Hey! Brother! What's the plan for the evening?"
Hunter replied completely subconsciously: "Are you going to have a party?"
"Party? Don't you think about the party? It's finally over, and of course it's time to eat and drink! My teammates and I found a super delicious grilled pizza place! Owen and Shire also joined Get us! You call Winston and come with us!"
"Huh? Owen and Ciel are there too? You want me to call Winston? Do you think there's not enough fighting on the track, and you have to fight each other with pizza?"
"Look at Owen and Charles 90% of the time they don't deal with each other, but 10% of the time they have a tacit understanding that people and gods are angry. In fact, it was Owen who proposed to call you and Winston! Come together! !"
"Okay, I'll ask him."
When he said that, he was a little nervous. After all... After accepting the award, Winston seemed unhappy about his relationship with Owen!
Hunter also wondered in the bottom of his heart what it would be like if Owen and Charles had pizza at the same table
"Hello, Winston? Donald treats me to pizza, and Owen and Shire... do you want to come with me?"
"I have a media event at the news center at eight o'clock." Winston's voice was indifferent, and he couldn't hear his emotions, which made Hunter even more lost.
"Oh... that's fine. I'll send you the address. Come and sit down if you can."
"Um."
The phone hung up, and Hunter touched the tip of his nose and sighed.
Well... maybe fold a thousand paper roses to coax him
Hunter came to the pizza place Donald was talking about alone. It's a small shop, but it's full of thick cheese flatbreads and mouth-watering fillings.
It was a table for six, and the moment Donald saw Hunter it was like a savior: "You're finally here? Didn't Winston come?"
"He has a media event at eight."
"Is that so... I wasted the knowledge I taught you under the table so seriously." Owen sighed and shook his head.
Hunter immediately remembered that Owen had said to him that if two people sat face to face and touched Winston's calf by himself, if Winston didn't hide, in a way, he was accepting Hunter's advice. hint.
But Winston didn't come...
"What kind of learning under the table?" Charles, who had been sitting beside Owen, raised his head and asked, "Or are you lying to the child again?"
Owen immediately put on a serious look: "Liar to children? Am I that kind of person?"
"Haha." Ciel lowered his head and continued to play with his phone, expressing his doubts about Owen's character with a laugh.
Donald and his teammates, as well as Hunter, remained silent.
Yes, you are such a person!
It didn't take long for the pizza to arrive, along with a variety of snacks and beer.
They were holding wine glasses and bumping them, and only Hunter was in front of Pepsi...
Xia Er laughed loudly: "You kid hasn't grown up so fast!"
"I won you when I didn't grow up!" Hunt couldn't help but say.
"Looking for death! It's amazing to win once? I've beaten you many times!"
Don't look at Ciel's usual annoying look with eyes above the top, but Hunter can feel that this guy is actually very real. He believes in himself so he is confident, and because he is strong, he doesn't have to cater to anyone.
Hunter bumped him with Coke, and Charles smiled: "I don't know if I'm still in Formula 1 when you can drink beer."
"Not in Formula 1? Then I guess no woman can stand you." Owen shook his beer glass gloatingly.
Ciel ruthlessly kicked Owen under the table, but was perfectly avoided by Owen. Then Owen pretended to pour beer and spilled it in front of Ciel.
"Ah, sorry!"
"You did it on purpose, why are you sorry!"
Sure enough, these two people didn't deal with each other more than 90% of the time. And the time to eat pizza definitely belongs to that 90%.
At this moment, someone came to their table and pulled the seat opposite Hunter away.
It's Winston in a suit!
"Yo! Winston! How dare you come for pizza? It doesn't fit your gentlemanly style!" Charles sipped his beer.
Others immediately welcomed it. Winston just nodded.
"It's great to eat pizza with your hands!" Charles had already held a piece of it with his hands and sent it to his mouth, as if mocking Winston's inability to let go.
But Winston undid the cuff of his shirt, rolled it up, took a piece and put it on his plate, then grabbed it with his hands and put it in his mouth.
Cheese was pulled out from his lips, and Hunter was completely stunned.
Even so, Winston exuded a restrained sensuality.
"How did you come?"
"I think I still have time, so I'll come and sit down. Irving is there after all," Winston said lightly.
"Owen..."
"I'm just afraid that you will be bullied by Owen." Ciel explained directly.
Donald and his teammates laughed hahaha.
The atmosphere was good, and although Winston said few words, both Donald and Shire made everyone happy.
Hunter said to himself, the opportunity has come.
He had to "hint" Winston!
If Winston ducked, he apologized immediately.
If Winston didn't dodge, then... that means he's very hopeful!
Hunter squinted and smiled, looking in the direction of Ciel, pretending to be listening to him talk about the embarrassing incident between himself and his ex-wife, but his legs were tucked under the table, and the toes of his shoes went in Winston's direction, as if really Touched his calf
Hunter's heart beat faster and he was extremely nervous.
Take it easy, take it easy...
Owen has said that it is not intentional to be like nothing.
Hold on, Hunter...
Swipe up little by little...
Winston on the opposite side didn't seem to react at all, just eating pizza quietly, nodding occasionally at what other people said.
He didn't dodge...
Did he feel it
Hunter carefully increased the intensity, hoping Winston would remain silent.
"Hey! Donald, you keep rubbing against my calf, are you interested in me?" Owen, who was opposite, suddenly laughed and said.
"Hey! I didn't rub against you!" Donald immediately raised his hands, wishing he could even raise his feet.
Hunter was dumbfounded.
Quickly put your legs down!
He is so stupid! It was not Winston but Owen that he rubbed against! No wonder Winston didn't respond at all!
But when he retracted his leg, it rubbed against Winston's leg instead, which made Winston look up at him.
In other words... Did Winston know it was Owen that he rubbed off on just now
what! What a shame!
And Owen seemed to understand what was going on two or three seconds later, and he waved his hand and continued to slander Donald: "Forget it, there are too many people who want to rub me, and you are not inferior."
"I don't want to touch you at all..." Donald almost doubted himself.
"I'm done eating, I'm in a hurry, you guys take it slow."
Winston stood up and nodded apologetically to everyone.
"Oh, it's already seven o'clock, you hurry to the news center!" Donald expressed his understanding.
"Next time I'll treat you." After Winston finished speaking, he left without even looking at Hunter.
"Winston said he'd treat him next time! Wasn't it polite?"
"Winston is never polite! The next race is over and we're going to squeeze him!"
At this moment, Hunter felt extremely sad.
Winston seemed angrier. He looked polite when he left, but was actually quite cold.
He didn't like his contact with Owen at first, but he actually rubbed Owen's leg under the table
Winston doesn't think he's interested in Owen, does he
Why does Owen flirt with everyone, but it's so difficult to get to him
The phone vibrated, and it was Owen's text message from under the table: I can't see that your level is so high! I only taught you to hook up with Winston, and you actually learned to hook me up in front of him to make him jealous!
Hunter's heart burst into tears: Where do you see it's called jealousy
In depression, the pizza dinner is over.
When leaving the restaurant, Owen did not forget to wink at Hunter to remind him not to forget tonight's appointment.
Hunter went back to his room and began to hesitate whether to see Owen tonight
After all, Winston was already suspicious, wasn't he
Maybe I was tricked by Owen when I went there...
But Ou Wenming clearly said that he would help him... Should be true, right
Although most of the tricks he taught him are useless to Winston, it doesn't mean that they are useless to others... Maybe the next move will be useful
It's true that Owen has more experience in love... Anyway, I didn't get played too much this time.
The determined Hunter left the door with the determination to sink the boat and went to the Hanjue Hotel. When he entered the elevator, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. When the elevator door opened, he felt that nothing mattered.
He knocked on the door of 1826, and as soon as he took a breath, he saw Owen, who was surrounded by a bath towel, with wet hair, and opened the door with the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, little Hunter, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
His tail was drawn out, and an arm wrapped around the back of Hunter's head, leading him inside the door.
Hunter was completely stupid there, his whole body as stiff as a plank.
His face was against himself, those beautiful green eyes with playfulness so close.
Hunter didn't know how he entered the door at all, and only woke up when he heard the sound of the door closing.
Owen turned his face sideways and put one hand on Hunter's ear: "Have you learned it?"
"Learn... what?"
"It was like that just now, didn't I make it clear?"
Owen patted Hunter on the chest with the back of his hand, then turned and walked back to his bed.
Hunter felt embarrassed.
"You just asked me to show me... this?" Hunter wanted to collapse.
Owen did it very naturally, but Hunter couldn't think of how he would open the door with a bath towel, which was not in line with his living habits at all!
"Can't you learn it?" Owen picked up a bottle of mineral water.
Hunter thought this guy was going to give him a drink, but who knew he would drink it himself after twisting it open.
"There's a present on the table for you," Owen said.
"give me?"
"Well, I made it specially. If you lose to the Ciel today, I will say this gift is to comfort you and lose to the Ciel. If you win the Ciel, it is to celebrate that you made the Ciel hate it. .Be careful next game!"
Hunter tore the wrapping paper of the arrogant gift box on the table, opened the box inside, and was stunned.
"You... why are you giving me something like this!"
There are four colored lollipops side by side, and the most important thing is that the lollipops are the same shape as their little brothers!
Except that the color is spiral rainbow-like, and the shape is so vivid that Hunter almost trembled.
"Take it as a gift from your fans."
Owen smiled and lifted his chin.
"I don't want it! You keep the female fan you give to you! Or else you give it to Ciel!"
"Then I don't have to participate in the next game." Owen shrugged his shoulders, picked up one and said to Hunter, "Ah—"
Hunter immediately turned his face away: "I want to beat you now too!"
"Can you be a little more aggressive? Your greatest weapon is not the so-called mature man's charm, that is Winston's specialty. What you have is innocent sexiness. We want to make this sexiness a little more explicit, to Winston Create a visual impact."
"It sounds so reasonable... I don't even want to understand a word... "
Hunter felt that he was stupid who came here, and just wanted to leave quickly, but was stopped by Owen.
"Actually you don't like Winston that much, do you?"
"How could I not like him?" Hunter turned his head.
"Then give him a clearer hint, don't you dare?"
Owen raised his chin, looking down on Hunter with real contempt in his eyes.
"If I fall in love with someone and want her to fall for me, I will use all means to get rid of all the innocence, let her be dry for me, and want me in my heart."
Hunter was stunned by Owen's aura.
Yeah... go on like this, it's just going to be like this for myself and Winston, he'll be nice to himself, but only nice.
"But your big box of lollipops only makes Winston feel vulgar, doesn't it? Do you want me to give it to him?"
Owen was stunned for a while, then rushed up and grabbed the pillow and smashed it hard on Hunter's face.
"Who asked you to give the lollipop to Winston? Do you expect Winston to eat it in front of you and show it to you!"
"Ah? Then it's useless for me to keep it by myself!"
"You roll me onto the bed against the pillow now!" Owen looked like he was going to knock Hunter's head off.
Hunter immediately climbed to the pillow and sat upright.
"Legs cross! Left arm on the pillow! Be happy! Not going to a funeral!"
Owen took a lollipop and put it to Hunter's mouth: "Hold it!"
"What! I don't want to... "
Before Hunter could finish speaking, Owen shoved the top of the lollipop into his mouth.
"Think about the feeling of eating lollipops when you were a child, be happy! Don't be so bitter!"
I never had a lollipop this big when I was a kid!
Owen took Hunter's phone and said to Hunter: "Imagine Winston standing in front of you, you have to let him know that you like this lollipop!"
Hunt couldn't smile at all.
"Forget it! Don't hold it! Lick it with your tongue!"
"So?" Hunter subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched it.
In fact, no matter its shape, this lollipop tastes very good, sweet and sour and rich in milk.
"Very good! That's it! Take a bite!"
"Huh?" Hunter lowered his head, looked at it, and considered how he should talk.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Don't be mad at me! I want to flirt with you, not Owen!
Winston: I'm so close to you, can you make a mistake
Hunter: Sorry! Kneeling and begging for forgiveness!
Winston: Go to the table.
Hunter: Huh? Didn't you think about it
Winston: Flirting 10,000 times, see if you can go wrong next time