"What? Our team manager said I wasn't tight enough!" Hunter shrugged.
"Do you know the slingshot? No matter how tight it is, if you refuse to let it go, it's still meaningless."
Winston opened the car door and came to Hunter's side.
"Wait for me here. I'm going to turn on the lights on the test track."
"Hey, you're not afraid of me driving your Ferrari away."
"Then take it." Winston walked towards the control room and waved his hand indifferently.
"Ah... how did I forget... for this guy's price, a Ferrari is probably like buying a child's remote control car?"
Wait a minute, he was originally from the Ferrari team, so maybe this sports car doesn't cost money at all.
Thinking about it, Hunter's heart started to feel sour again.
"Oops, it's unhealthy to get along with people like this, and it affects the body's pH balance."
Only the voice of "Kara" came from far away, and the dark test track instantly brightened.
Hunter subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand and turned his face away. Someone walked up to him and blocked the light for him.
"Winston..."
"Come on."
"what?"
"Don't worry about anything, drive it until it bursts."
"Driving until the cylinder burst? This is your car!" Hunter looked at him with wide eyes.
"Yes, this is my car. So you don't have to give it up."
Hunter looked into Winston's eyes, looking for traces of the guy's "cold humor".
But he is serious.
At that moment, Hunter was excited.
It's you who said "don't give up". But don't let me drive it to scrap and show regret again.
Hunter sat in the driver's seat, Winston came to the co-pilot's seat, and just put on his seat belt, the sports car sped out.
Although the supercar is not as difficult to control the direction as the F1 car, the accelerator and gear control for the purpose of breaking the limit fill Hunter's heart with pleasure.
Rushing through one curve after another, getting faster and faster, as if the oncoming wind formed a huge wall, slammed into it, but was thrown behind his head by him.
The track and the wheels were almost on fire, and Hunter felt that he was looking forward to the moment of breaking the limit.
Only heard a "bang-" sound, it was the sound of a split soul, the sports car swung to one side, the speed dropped sharply, and it stopped.
Hunter's hand was still holding the steering wheel, as if he hadn't woken up from the extreme speed just now.
Winston beside him was silent.
"... It seems to be smoking?" Hunter looked at each other.
"Um."
Under the bright light, Winston's profile was like a cold cliff, and Hunter had no idea what he was thinking.
"It really exploded..."
"I saw it."
"I can pay you..." Although his annual salary is not as good as a fraction of Winston's, he should... still be able to pay for a Ferrari.
"No. I was thinking, we need to call a car to take us back downtown."
"Oh. What about this Ferrari?"
"Just leave it to the people here to handle it."
"You don't have to drive anymore?"
"I have three more." Winston took out his mobile phone indifferently and made a call.
Hunter blinked and blurted out, "Then how big should your garage be!"
Winston has contacted his assistant, who is coming.
After he put down the phone, he propped his chin and looked at Hunter.
"Do you want to see it?"
"Okay!"
A row of Ferraris, how spectacular!
"Go in, I shouldn't let you out."
"what?"
"Do you know what's wrong with you in Formula 1?"
Hunter looked at each other's eyes, his eyes were quiet but far-reaching, as if extending to another wider space through Hunter.
"Let the tight spring loosen..."
"Yeah. Remember how it feels today, on the track, it's whatever you want."
Hunter looked at Winston puzzled, squinting and looking carefully from all angles.
After nearly a minute, Hunter finally couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"Um?"
"You called my name in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, otherwise... I'd be beaten up by Maddie so my parents wouldn't recognize me."
"I heard that you were beaten afterward. But it's just a matter of life."
"I'm going to die? I'm going to die!"
"Is not it?"
Winston asked coolly, and Hunter then remembered what he had done... as if... he was indeed dead.
"Okay, put that aside for now. You also bought my baseball cap at a charity auction."
"That was left to you by your father. Even if you don't like it, you don't want the person who gets it to treat it like trash."
Hunter was stunned: "How do you...how do you know it was given to me by my father?"
"My guess."
"You guessed it?" Hunter said with a "do you think I'm stupid" expression.
"Yeah." Winston's face was "that's how it was".
"Okay... Now what? No one cares about my performance and points in F1. I know very well that most people in this world like to watch others suffer worse than themselves. So most drivers should be more happy with me. Give them the bottom. What about you? You know what my problem is... Why don't you use your own Ferrari to teach me a lesson?" Hunter looked at each other with incomprehensible eyes.
Please tell the truth.
Otherwise I won't be able to sleep.
"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."
Hunter looked at each other: how is this possible! You are destined to fall in love with the "Great White Shark" Charr of the Mercedes-Benz team, don't pull me into the water as an outsider!
"Second, I want to soak you."
This joke is fucking cold... If it's true, I'll quit F1.
"Third, I want to be friends with you. Which do you think is true?"
Hunter's nervous nerves slowly relaxed, and when he reacted to something, a subtle sense of superiority rose inexplicably in his heart.
After working for a long time, I bought his baseball cap again, took him for a drag race, and looked like he was going to scare him to stutter on the road... Is it all to attract his attention? This is too speechless!
"Third, you want to be friends with me!"
A big smile appeared on Hunter's face.
"Wrong, except for the third point, everything else is true."
"Please don't continue talking nonsense in a serious manner!" Hunter tilted his head and looked at each other, thinking that Winston, who took so much trouble to approach him, was cute, "So you want to be friends with me! I can Understood! It's a sad thing to be alone. But why don't you be friends with Jaws? People, with a waste like me, can we return to the world from the altar!"
Hunter developed a rich imagination.
Winston turned his face away, his eyes colder than before.
"I want more than just being your friend."
"..." Hunter looked at each other, frowned for a long time, and said uncertainly, "Not just to be my friend... that is to want to be my good friend?"
Sure enough... the nerve of a genius is different from that of a normal person? In order to deepen the impression and quickly rise from the level of "friend" to "good friend", Vann Winston can be considered a fight
"Well, if I said that I really did it for your purpose, you should run away with shit, and then don't get along with each other."
"Huh?" Hunter's brows would crack.
What the fuck? What's not to be in contact with each other
And please don't say things like that with such an expression!
"So, you can treat me as a friend first."
Winston's expression was cold, and he clearly made Hunter feel that he wasn't happy.
After two seconds of silence, Hunter suddenly covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "I said... well, I have to be your friend, you don't want it at all. I understand, you just don't want me to be The life of a race car driver is too much of a failure, so try to give me a hand!"
You are Vann Winston, and I let you!
I beg you to be my friend!
"You can't fail in your life. In the near future, you're a great driver," Winston said.
While that comfort might sound like a box full of candy, except that all the candy was someone else's, in that moment, Hunter was grateful.
"It's a pity that I won't play in the next race in Canada. Because for three consecutive races, I was ranked after 15th, and Mr. Marcus considered Luke to replace me."
Originally, it would not make Hunter so sad about the absence of the race, since he has no points anyway.
But at this time, he suddenly regretted it.
Presumably because the sports car didn't deserve to die.
"Be ready to play at any time. Next game, you will get your first points."
Hunter lowered his head and smiled: "Such an unrealistic way of comforting, unlike you. But thank you."
"If you think I've comforted you, may I ask you to soak in?"
Winston's expression was serious.
His eyes, the deepest things in his eyes made Hunter feel serious.
But Hunter still couldn't help laughing: "Soak your head! You should go back and get Oreo to make milk! You still want to make friends with this lame way? Fortunately, I met Evan. Hunter, otherwise this pretty face would have been beaten into a pig's head by now!"
Fucking yourself or something is the most absurd thing Hunter has ever heard.
This fellow Winston has only met himself a few times!
Well, well, since you really want to make friends, it means that there must be something in yourself that this cold male god can recognize.
Rather than the beginnings like hanging girls, Hunter decided to have a "normal" beginning between himself and Winston.
"Hey, hello, I'm Evan Hunter. Thank you for being friends with me. I'll have a nice car to drive, a cigarette to smoke, and a drink to drink when I'm twenty-one. But girl definitely You can't take a dip together."
Hunt extended his hand to Winston.
Anyway, whether it's a sports car, cigarettes or fine wine, Winston's is definitely better than his own. If you share it with him, you will never lose.
Maybe the girl too
Hunter regretted the last sentence he said a little, please let me have a girl.
Winston didn't answer, but held Hunter's hand anyway.
Let's just say, this guy is doing so many things, just want to be friends with himself!
"No matter how strong a team is, how many people are working hard behind a driver, but once on the track, every decision, every turn and acceleration, is only us. I know, you are actually alone." Hunter Smiling at each other.
Winston looked him in the eye, though he didn't respond.
This makes Hunter very satisfied.
Because he at least knew that the other party was listening to him seriously.
"Because, me too."
Even if I'm not as good as you are.
At this time, a helpless voice came.
"Oh—my Winston! What are you doing? Are you trying to destroy your sports car in the middle of the night?"
It was a middle-aged woman who was nearly forty years old and slightly bloated. The curls on her hair had not been taken off. It was obvious that she had rushed from home.
"This is..." The woman came to Hunter and squinted.
"I'm Evan Hunter... Marcus driver." Hunter gave Winston an uncertain look.
"How did you get here?"
Hunter thought for a while, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.
"I brought him here," replied Winston.
"Why are you?"
Winston directly ignored the assistant's doubts, but looked at Hunter: "Come on, we'll take you home."
"Ah, oh."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Confused assistant: Oh my god! You took him to the Ferrari test track!
Winston: Because I want to fuck him.
Crashing Assistant: But you can't let him blow up your Ferrari!
Winston: Because I want to fuck him.
The puzzled assistant: Then don't call me here in the middle of the night. Such a large test track is quiet and lighted, so you can go on it casually!
Winston: Because I don't just want to fuck him once.
Suddenly realized assistant: Oh! So when you say that you want him to be your friend, you want to flirt anytime, anywhere, and poor Hunter has to endure it in order to maintain a reason that doesn't exist! Once he gets used to you, you can do whatever you want!
A few days later, Hunter, who had no love while clutching his chest: My best friend flirted with me every day, I thought it was his perverted hobby, I never discriminate against my friend's little hobby... But I didn't expect him to really want to have sex I!