"Owen and Shire's contributions to Formula 1 are unique. Their driving skills have stood the test of more than a decade and they are absolute powerhouses. To be able to race with them, to experience their skills head-on, is a talent. Real growth. The golden age will always be there. Although there will be a day when the performance of F1 will completely surpass the ability of the driver, and there will even be a day when the driver will not need to drive, but before that, it is still the era of people, not The age of machines. I'm lucky that Winston and I were born in this age, with ever-changing technology and adversaries who are seen as targets."
Hunter's voice is natural, and people can feel the respect for Owen and Shire and the anticipation for the future from his expression.
"So, may I invite your friend Winston to come up and say a few words?"
"what?"
"He's there, and you've looked in his direction several times," quipped Mr. Cacho.
The audience in the front row finally realized something, and turned their heads one after another, and then the voices of surprise came one after another.
Mr. Caccio stood up. "Winston, would you mind saying a few words?"
At this time, a staff member even pushed another chair to Hunter's side.
Hunter is nervous, is this a sudden attack? There was no such thing in the script of the previous show at all.
"Hunter, don't be nervous, I can send an invitation, of course, I won't mess up the show." Mr. Cacho smiled and comforted Hunter, "And after investigation, the most important thing Formula 1 fans want to see is you and Wen. Ston for an interview together."
At this moment Winston rose from the audience and walked towards Mr. Cacho graciously.
The audience also applauded.
Hunter raised his head halfway, watched Winston come to his side, and sat down.
"Winston, I remember your interview was in the morning, but you stayed here to watch Hunter's interview, and I bet you'd love to be interviewed with him too, right?" said Mr. Cacho.
"I'm actually just waiting for his interview to end to go to dinner." Winston's voice was the same as when he was interviewed before, but his answer surprised the audience.
It is a bit incredible to have Winston and others.
"Then why are you willing to come up?"
"Because if I don't come up, Mr. Cacho will spend more time convincing me, which will take less time to interview Hunter."
Winston replied.
"Because, as far as I know, in Formula 1, the only thing Winston looks after and looks forward to is Hunter, right. What's in him that you find attractive?" Mr. Cacho asked.
Hunter suddenly found that under the interview table, Winston actually clasped his hand.
Hey - you guy!
This is an interview on the show!
Hunter tried to withdraw his finger from Winston's hand, but he didn't expect the other's finger to go directly into it, and even rubbed it lightly. Everything became sharp, Hunter seemed to be unable to hear what Mr. Cacho said, and the skin between his fingers began to subconsciously feel Winston's fingers.
Their length, the twist of their knuckles, and their strength.
"Attractive? He's naive." Winston's voice woke Hunter from his stun.
"Where is naivety counted as an advantage?" Hunter said dissatisfiedly.
"Because he's naive, he's not good at covering up. Even if he likes someone, he doesn't have to hold back for a long time to tell me."
After Winston finished speaking, Hunter's face flushed immediately.
For it was obvious that the "like someone" Winston was talking about was himself.
Is this narcissism or conceit!
Hunter angrily tried to free his hand again, but Winston's fingers curled up to hold Hunter tighter.
Hunter didn't dare to push harder, for fear of being discovered.
Glancing at the guy's expression again, he was calm and steady, still the educated gentleman praised by the media.
Does anyone know what he's doing with Hunter's finger in it!
"And besides that?" asked Mr. Cacho with interest.
"You don't look at the expiration date when you buy food, you don't pack your luggage, you can easily be deceived..."
"Mr. Cacho is asking you to talk about my merits!" Hunter showed an unhappy expression.
Opposite Mr. Kacho wanted to laugh but held back.
At this time, Winston's fingers were stroking slowly along the inside of Hunter's little finger, from the tip to the base.
The heartbeat was about to become unbalanced again, and Hunter subconsciously changed his sitting position.
It's so hot... I want to tear my tie off!
"Look, that's his strength. Even if others are serious in front of me, he will always be what he is in front of me."
Winston replied.
It was still the same calm voice with a hint of coolness, but it felt extremely evil in Hunter's ears.
The audience smiled in unison, Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, and Hunter hurriedly lowered his head.
The tip of Winston's index finger pressed against the bases of Hunter's ring and little fingers, constantly fiddling with the depression there, as if to extend between the two fingers. At that moment, Hunter remembered the terrifying part of Winston that nearly pushed himself...
He gasped, moved his shoulders, and squeezed his fingers together, preventing Winston's fingertips from going deeper.
Winston seemed to realize something, moved his fingers away, and clasped them tightly with Hunter.
"What about you, what do you want to say to Winston?" Mr. Caccio looked at Hunter.
"I'll overtake you one day!" Hunter said, "on the track and otherwise!"
"Oh, where else but the track?" Winston asked quietly.
"And..." Hunter was stunned.
nonsense! Knowingly ask! bad!
"Anyway in all respects!"
"He adores me, and that's a good thing," said Winston, and Mr. Cacho laughed again.
"I adore you?" Hunter's expression was like a little lion with fried fur.
"Yes, wanting to surpass you in all aspects is indeed an expression of worship." Mr. Cacho feared that the world would respond without chaos.
The audience also laughed and applauded.
Winston held Hunter in his hand throughout the interview. His strength was not great, but Hunter did not dare to break free.
"Next stop in Singapore, I hope you both can achieve good results."
"thanks."
"thanks!"
When he got up and shook hands with Mr. Cacho, Winston finally let go of Hunter's hand.
This made Hunter breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time he suddenly missed the feeling of being caught by Winston.
As they left the studio, Hunter subconsciously tugged at his tie with his fingers.
Hunter has been feeling hot since Winston came up.
But in fact, this man has always been by his side. His presence was overwhelming.
"How could you hold me in a place like that!"
Hunter questioned in a low voice dissatisfied.
"Aside from being there, where else would you throw me away when I was holding you?" Winston asked rhetorically.
With such a natural tone, Hunter was once again unable to answer.
"What would you like to eat?" Winston asked.
Hunter wanted to say "I don't want to eat anything", but he didn't say it, because it seemed childish in front of Winston.
"Beef burgers. I heard that the beef burgers here are super delicious!" When he mentioned eating, Hunter showed a big smile.
Alas, wasn't that the guy who grabbed his hand
It's not that I don't like being caught by him.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that you still earn it
Hunter squinted at Winston: "Are you laughing?"
"I do not have."
"No way... Obviously there is!"
"Then there is."
What a perfunctory answer.
But Hunter was inexplicably happy.
The two walked side by side on the road. After knowing what the other thought about him, Hunter was embarrassed to get too close to Winston.
But Winston suddenly put his hand around Hunter's shoulders and clasped him towards him.
"But apart from what Owen taught you, don't you have any original ideas of your own to seduce me?"
"Yes, yes... but it's very naive, and my acting skills are not as good as yours... I can't implement it..." Hunter turned his face sideways, seemingly blushing unconsciously.
"Then give it a try now." Winston leaned over, his face turned sideways, the tip of his nose almost touching Hunter's.
Such an intimate gesture, sure enough, attracted the attention of pedestrians.
There are still a lot of Formula 1 fans who have not left. I would be very embarrassed if they saw it!
"You won't feel seduced by me, because it's really childish." Hunter lowered his head.
"Try it," Winston said almost coaxingly.
"Forget it!" Hunter went around and avoided Winston.
Winston said nothing and followed Hunter's side.
When Hunter passed a telephone pole, his fingers touched it and he let out an "ahhhhh" sound.
"What's wrong?" Winston saw Hunter frowning, so he took Hunter's hand to take a closer look.
Fortunately it wasn't hurt.
"Did you see what's in my hand?" Hunter asked seriously.
Winston looked carefully again, presumably thinking that Hunter had been stabbed by something.
"No."
At that moment, Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's finger with a backhand: "It's you! You were caught by me!"
Winston's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked up at Hunter.
And Hunter blushed and looked to the other side: "Look... it's childish... I can't seduce you at all... "
The next second, Hunter felt something warm pressed hard on his lips.
As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, Winston kissed him again, kissing him three or four times in a row, Hunter took two steps back from the kiss, and Winston kissed him directly, licking and sucking again. , obviously tried his best to suppress the strength, but Hunter's tongue was quickly numb by the opponent's sucking.
His waist was tightly clasped by the other party, Winston and Hunter retreated all the way to the shadow of the corner cafe, and the kiss became even more presumptuous.
Hunter seemed to hear the man's heavy heartbeat as Winston held him.
"Not childish at all."
Hunter's heart beat faster and faster.
Winston held Hunter for almost half a minute before releasing him as Hunter's stomach rumbled, and then Winston laughed.
"The sound of a hungry stomach also seduces me."
"Hey! Don't go too far!"
Hunter only thought that the man's smile was very good-looking.
The beef burger shop they went to was not far from the news center.
As soon as he entered, he saw Owen sitting by the window, with Charles opposite him.
Owen was holding his chin on the phone, and the hamburger in front of him was about to be picked up and finally put down every time.
On the opposite side of him, Charles showed an impatient expression, suddenly took Owen's phone away, and rudely stuffed the burger into his mouth with the other hand.
Hunter stood by the window and looked at it for a few seconds, then patted Winston on the back and said, "I think it's weird! Owen Wenming and Shire don't get along, but I think they seem to have a good relationship? Except the last time. This is the second time I've seen them eat together at a pizza place!"
"Because the person who knows Owen the most in the world is Shire. They don't have much time together as racers."
Winston's answer made Hunter suddenly feel melancholy.
Last year, Owen and Ciel had already announced that they were going to retire. This year... don't know if it's their last season.
"In this case, we have to beat them in this Grand Prix... otherwise there may be no chance in the future."
"yes."
Winston walked in with Hunter. Owen, who had just swallowed the first bite of the burger, saw them at a glance, raised his hand to say hello: "Hey - Hunter! Here! You want to eat beef burgers too? Let's go together!"
Ciel turned around, and when he saw the two of them, his face became even more stinky.
Hunter thought about it for a while, but Owen still stretched out his hand, as if Hunter wouldn't put it down if he didn't come.
"Go and sit," said Winston.
Hunter had to agree. But actually... He really didn't want to sit with Owen, and God knows what else this guy is going to say to embarrass him.
Hunter sat beside Owen and Winston sat across from him.
Owen suddenly fell to Hunter and put his head on Hunter's shoulder, showing a depressed and pitiful look: "Hunter... Little Hunter... I'm going to die... "
Winston's eyes swept over, and Hunter immediately turned to the other side, but Owen's head was still stuck to himself.
Fortunately, Charles, who was opposite him, couldn't get used to it, and kicked Owen's chair with his foot directly under the table.
"Aha, Charles, you're jealous of how close Hunter and I are!"
"I'm sympathizing with that kid! I'm jealous of you being shameless!"
"I see you're on the phone, what happened?" Winston asked.
"What else... My fans are so passionate!" Owen took his phone back from Shire and held it in front of Hunter, "Look! Look! What a unique way to express love! !"
Hunter's mind was slightly shocked.
It was a photo of Owen's room, his bed was covered with dead cockroaches, and his clothes were turned over and poured some yellow liquid... Hunter suddenly thought of being in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, giving him Maddie's "water grenade"...
"Are you sure this is your fan?" Hunter admired Owen for the first time, his heart was really strong.
"The black fan who hates me is also a fan!"
"Red Bull Racing has already called the police. The police station reviewed the surveillance of the hotel just now and said that a suspicious person was seen wearing a mask entering the hotel that day. Because of the complicated personnel during the Grand Prix, the hotel did not notice. How did the guy enter the hotel? , I don't know yet." Charles replied.
Hunter found himself preferring the straightforward Shire to Owen's half-hearted style.
"And most importantly, the police have told Owen to pay attention to safety during this time, but he is still wandering outside alone? What if that lunatic hits him and gives him a knife by the way?"
When Charles said this, Hunt couldn't help but worry about Owen's safety.
"Don't I still have you? I was walking down the street for less than a minute when I was caught by Ciel! Do you think this guy loves me very much? After I heard that I have crazy fans, I came here specially Come to see me under my hotel!"
Charles rolled his eyes to the sky.
Honestly, even Hunter couldn't take it anymore.
"Red Bull Racing has changed hotels. But it's not safe anywhere until we figure out how the guy got into the hotel room. I told the guy to let the assistant sleep with him at night, and the guy said no. He wants Solo dates with his crazy fans..." Shire looked like he was trying to shove a burger into Owen's head.
Of course, Hunter had long wanted to do this.
Winston didn't say anything, went to the front desk and gave Hunter a meal.
Owen winked at Hunter: "Are you okay?"
"Shut... what's your business!"
"Haha, little Hunter is stuttering! You are so cute when you stutter! Be careful of being bitten by Winston!"
Hunter found himself unable to communicate with Owen normally!
Winston came back with the burger and pushed the large glass of orange juice and two burgers in front of Hunter.
"Why orange juice? Shouldn't the burger be served with Coke?"
"Coke is a sparkling drink," Winston replied flatly.
"It's not the race period! There's still more than a week left until the next race!"
Hunter shouted with his eyes: I hate you! I hate you so much!
"Oh, little fool! Winston is doing this for you two too!" said Owen with a smile.
"For the two of us? What do you mean?"
Owen leaned towards Hunter and pretended to whisper to him, but the voice was just right for everyone at the table to hear: "Coke is spermicide!"
"what?"
Hunter meal.
Charles laughed along with Hahaha.
"Actually, Charles, if you're worried about Owen, there is another solution." Winston, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up.
"What solution?"
"Just go to sleep with him at night."
As soon as Winston's voice fell, Ciel seemed to be furious: "The devil will sleep with him!"
"Huh? I thought you'd want to sleep with me! Disappointing!" Owen said.
"I even have a suit ready for your funeral!" Charles took a hard bite of the hamburger.
Hunter was amusing these two when he suddenly felt something leaning against his ankle.
He was still wearing suit pants, and the toes of the other party's leather shoes were obviously lifted up at the cuffs of his trousers, and they were slowly moving up bit by bit.
Hunter, who was biting into his hamburger, froze.
Opposite him only Ciel and Winston. However, with Ciel's distance, it was impossible for him to rub against his ankle even if he put his foot up.
Nobody but Winston!
What does this guy want to do!
But the guy in front of him didn't even have an expression, just opened his mouth and asked for a hamburger.
The gesture of lowering his eyes has always been what Hunter liked, as if it was in line with the action he was biting down. It felt uncomfortable, and it wasn't too small for Hunter to notice, not to mention the half-lifted trousers, and half of Winston's toes felt like they were going into Hunter's trousers.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!
Hunter now wants to press the burger into each other's head too!
"Darling, are you really not coming to sleep with me tonight?" Owen held his chin and looked at Charles affectionately.
That look made Hunter feel goosebumps all over his body.
"Don't go!"
"Then I'll call and ask Alina to accompany me! I want to order a big bouquet of roses! And red wine!" Owen looked excited.
"Alina? Wasn't it Christina last month?"
While Charles and Owen were arguing, Hunter had decided to keep his legs out of the way. Hunter deliberately put his hands under the dining table, picked up his pants, and let Winston's toes leave. He took off his trousers and removed his leg smoothly.
But at this time, what Owen and Ciel said, Hunter couldn't hear them all, and he couldn't even feel the taste of beef burgers in his mouth.
The guy opposite, eating a burger is as elegant as cutting a steak. Hunter looked up and saw Winston lick half a pickled cucumber between his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Obviously this guy had an expressionless face, but Hunter's throat felt inexplicably tight.
Hunter quickly lowered his head.
But at this time, something was leaning against the inside of his other leg. Starting from the calf, it was still slowly going up, and even the instep was arrogantly attached to his calf!
Hunter's heart tightened, this guy is here again!
Before he could dodge, Winston tiptoed away.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: One day I will surpass you.
Winston: Good.
Hunter: I will surpass you every time!
Winston: Good.
Hunter: Why do you always answer "yes"
Winston: You go ahead of me, and I can beat you. Get over the finish line all the way, okay
Hunter: Not good!