Winston nodded to the staff around him, then followed Hunter to the other side.
Hunter looked at the other party with a cold face: "Hey, you said earlier that you paid for my expenses in the club. Are you really embarrassed to earn my money?"
Winston paused, but then regained his composure.
"Did Nicky or Owen tell you?"
"What are you doing? Are you going to attack people?"
Whether it's Nicky or Irving, Hunter would love to see them slapped.
… wait, Nikki forget it, at least he gave himself very important information.
"Even if that club belongs to me, isn't it right for you to pay me if you spend in it? And so far, I haven't asked you for that money."
What Winston said made sense, and Hunt couldn't refute it.
"Oh, so what did you tell me and Nikki from the beginning to the end on the surveillance camera?" Hunter raised his chin. Anyway, he is in charge of this matter, right
"How do you know you like my eyes if I don't look? How do you know that it's working for me to spend so much effort getting close to you? How do you know that nothing really happened between you and Nicky, you didn't treat him So interested?"
Winston took a step forward with every rhetorical question. He obviously didn't mean to intimidate, but it made Hunter feel like he was bowing his head.
Hunter swallowed subconsciously until his back was against the wall, but he still looked into Winston's eyes.
He already knew that this man really used everything to occupy every direction of his life, and he should be afraid of it, but Hunter didn't have the feeling of facing Merlin.
On the contrary, did Winston spend all his energy on himself, aside from racing
Perhaps seeing the uncompromising determination in Hunter's eyes, Winston slowly lowered his head and leaned against Hunter's forehead: "Don't be mad at me."
Hunter did not speak.
"You love to play, don't you? So I use them to get close to you, it's normal."
"If you want me not to get mad, then you can't take those pictures of me and Owen to heart anymore."
"Okay." Winston closed his eyes and nodded.
"Since you don't mind, sleep with me tonight."
Before I discussed with Owen how to overcome Winston's guilt, it was all thrown into the clouds.
"Hunter..." Winston frowned, "I said it, I can't help it."
When I heard this before, I might have a sense of crisis, and I felt that my lower back was hurting. But now hearing such words, Hunter felt a little… a little smug.
"I can't help it and I can't bear it." Hunter walked past Winston with his pockets in his pocket.
So that night, Hunter tossed enough.
It was almost two in the morning when we got back to the hotel room. Hunter directly changed into loose clothes and got under the quilt, while Winston was still undressing unhurriedly.
Hunter sat on the head of the bed, rubbing his chin and admiring the line of Winston's back, then raised his voice and said, "Hey - can you take it off a little faster? You're going to sleep next to me anyway!"
How could Hunter never feel so proud of himself
"You'll regret it," said Winston.
"Don't worry, I will regret it in my dream." Hunter nodded and said.
Winston slept in, raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.
"Go to sleep."
"Well, kiss one before going to bed."
Winston had deliberately kept the distance between the two, but Hunter came up directly and pressed half of his body on Winston's body.
"Hunter!"
Winston whispered a warning.
"After driving for so long in qualifying, you must be tired there! We just kissed, what does it matter! Don't you like kissing me very much?"
Hunter's lips only touched Winston's cheek, and the guy really wanted to avoid him.
Hunter directly reached out and clasped Winston's chin, and kissed it forcefully.
Nicky also praised him for being masculine today!
Who knew that in less than three seconds, Winston suddenly clasped Hunter's shoulders, pressed him back, and placed him directly on top of him.
The powerful kiss vented Winston's long-suppressed possessiveness, and Hunter was dazed by the kiss, but at the same time he really felt the crisis, because Winston was hot somewhere like he was going to be in Hunter's Burned on fire.
What the hell! You still have energy after qualifying!
Hunter's hand was tightly clasped by Winston and went down. Hunter struggled to withdraw his hand, but Winston tried so hard that he seemed to crush his wrist.
"Help me get it out," he said through gritted teeth in Hunter's ear.
"Do it yourself!"
"If I come by myself, I'll go in."
Winston said it so forcefully that Hunter was taken aback.
I can only be madly kissed by this guy and solve it for him.
Oh shit! Do you want to hold the steering wheel tomorrow
Originally, Hunter wanted to take the opportunity to toss, but he did not expect to be tossed by Winston in the end!
The next day, Hunter slept until it was almost lunch.
And Winston was no longer by his side.
Hunter reached out and touched the place where the other party had been lying, with the remaining warmth, indicating that Winston had been here with him for a long time.
Before the race, teams like Ferrari must have final technical arrangements. Winston cannot be as willful as Hunter.
On the sticky note by the bed is Winston's handwriting: Looking forward to fighting with you.
Hunter's fingers stroked, feeling the depression left by the handwriting on the paper, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
In the afternoon, Hunter followed the team back to the track.
It will start at 8pm.
The media was doing pre-match reports, the audience couldn't contain their excitement, and the whole of Singapore seemed to be jumping up.
Hunter sat in the chair, leaned back and took a deep breath.
His feet simulate operating the clutch, and his hands clasp the steering wheel.
The Marina Bay Circuit has its beautiful side and its ruthless side.
Narrow streets and dangerous bends are prone to loss of control once the speed is too fast, and even too fast or untimely braking at the end of a straight section may rush into the sea.
This game must be completed.
Hunter knew that overtaking Winston on a track like this only really made sense.
The race was about to start, and Hunter looked at the red Ferrari diagonally ahead, his eyes seemed to be on fire.
If I can beat you this time, as consolation, do what you want with me.
The corners of Hunter's lips moved upward, his eyes sharper.
With the instant that all five lights went out, Hunter rushed out.
Charles, who was in pole position, stabilized his advantage and did not give Owen behind him a chance to threaten himself into the first turn to maintain the lead.
Owen drove cautiously but did not stall because of this, and his smooth routing kept him at a distance from Winston behind him.
Hunter overtook Winston in the tight corner, all calculations and conspiracies left behind, all driven by instinct.
The Marcus team thought it was just an attempt by Hunter to overtake the Marina Bay circuit, but Winston, who was being chased by him, knew that Hunter had already started a war.
Hunter's line was sharp, and Winston tried his best to defend. He almost lost his speed because he ran on the shoulder, but he stabilized the line and held the qualifying position.
In the seriousness of the audience, Winston seemed thrilling in that moment, but Hunter knew that the guy was doing it on purpose.
As Hunt tried to pass Winston, he was also followed by Enzo of Lotus, who was also looking for an opportunity.
Enzo followed Hunter closely. The previous contest taught him that he should not underestimate the defensive ability of this young teenager. If he is not careful, the pursuer will be led to lose the best line by his defense.
In a gentle corner, Enzo tried to overtake Hunter, but Hunter immediately adjusted the line, swayed, and exited the corner nimbly. Keep playing.
On the 17th lap, Charles pitted for the first time, replaced the hard tires, and temporarily fell behind Owen after leaving the station. Immediately on the next lap, Owen and Winston pitted one after another. After exiting, Owen was temporarily behind Shire.
Hunter made a wonderful pit stop on lap 19, chasing Winston on the narrow track, the kind of bite, and even in the corners, when Hunter was slightly ahead, he was overtaken by Winston. The tension made the audience's palms sweat.
At this time, Hunter seemed to have forgotten that this was a game, and the judgment and execution of the line displayed by Winston made Hunter find it too interesting.
The contest with this man made Hunter's nerves more active and sharp than ever.
After several confrontations in the corners, Hunter was always controlled by Winston at the last moment, and the two even refreshed the lap speed of the game!
Hunter became more and more excited, and the threat to Winston became more and more obvious.
"He's grown so much, he's getting sharper, and he's already on Winston's neck." Audrey Wilson sighed in the media booth.
"Yeah, who would have thought that this kid who stayed downstream for three consecutive stops when he first entered Formula One would make all the big teams on the track feel uneasy at this moment." Mr. Cacho also showed an expression of admiration.
Just when Winston and Hunter were competing against each other, as if they were about to squeeze each other into the white line at any time, Owen in front suddenly spun on the bare shoulders, the apex of the lateral curve of the body, and at this moment, Winston had already into this corner.
Winston braked late because of the cornering contest with Hunter, which caused him to slam into Owen at full speed.
Hunter, who followed Winston, widened his eyes and subconsciously shouted: "Winston—"
Winston's response was extremely agile, he adjusted his direction immediately, and was about to wipe Owen away, but Owen's car turned and the front suspension system failed, and he was about to pass Winston and crash into the following. Come in Hunter.
Hunter gritted his teeth and adjusted his direction immediately, but this corner is not wide, and he probably has no room to evade!
Winston, who was already about to be safe, slammed into Owen sideways at that moment. Winston's right body collided with Owen's front wing, and the fiber fragments scattered in an instant. Winston directly used the body He resisted Owen and squeezed him towards the buffer strip, leaving Hunter room to pass.
The moment Hunter drove through that corner, he felt the aftertaste of the pressure Winston was under, and the world seemed to shatter wildly in front of him.
Owen's front wing seemed to have hit Winston's body, and Hunter's bones followed Winston's body in unbearable pain.
When he passed him for a brief moment, he saw Winston make a gesture to him: go!
The heart tightened, and Hunter had no chance to look back.
What about Winston
How is he, Winston
Hunter just wants to see him again!
He accelerated like crazy and had to finish the lap ASAP to know how he was!
Winston... Winston...
Hunter's mind was full of the image of the man holding the car against Owen's runaway car, and all the pieces were plunging into Hunter's nerves over and over again at that moment.
It hurts!
It hurts!
The leading Xia Er faintly felt that something was wrong behind him. When he found that someone was chasing him frantically, he found that it was Hunter!
He seemed to want to push Ciel off the track, but kept at the critical point so that he would not be called a foul, but this aggressive pursuit made Ciel grit his teeth.
He lost to Hunter in the last race, and this time he definitely can't!
Obviously this track is more about the stability of handling than speed, but Ciel did not hesitate to increase his speed to continue blocking Hunter.
Get out!
Everyone get out!
Hunter just wanted to get back to the place of the accident right away.
He felt that he was crazy, and he just wanted to break through all restraints and return to that man's side.
For the first time, Ciel felt that he was cornered, and he nearly drove out of the white line several times. He didn't know what happened just now that Hunter was desperate, but such a Hunter could still make no mistakes at high speeds, and Ciel felt that this kid was too scary.
Finally, Hunter returned to the place where the accident happened.
Irving and Winston's car looked horribly broken, and there was no one in the car outside the buffer zone.
What about Winston
Hunter gritted his teeth, his mind went pale, and the track in front of him no longer made sense.
On the radio in the car came Marcus' voice: "Hunter! Listen! Don't be impulsive! Winston is fine, he just called us specifically to tell you - finish the game for him!"
At that moment, discrete thinking returns, and the world regresses into his eyes.
He could imagine Winston's expression when he was talking with his phone, his eyes lowered slightly, calm and calm.
Hunter, finish this game for me.
Taking a deep breath, Hunter's teeth rattled.
I will finish this game.
I will meet you as soon as possible!
The ups and downs of the Marina Bay Circuit place high demands on racing performance.
Just as Hunter bit Shire into the street track, Enzo of the Lotus team also had an accident behind him, and the car body rubbed against Penny of the Renault team.
Penny was knocked off the mirror, but Enzo suffered damage to his side body and had to retire. At this time, the game was just over two-fifths, and the retirement rate surprised many media.
On the narrow street circuit, Hunt was still a constant threat to Shire, trying to overtake with the distance between the cars so small that Marcus was about to cry.
"What does this idiot want to do? Didn't he tell him that Winston was okay? Finish the game for him, not die for him!"
"Trust him, Mr. Marcus. Hunter knows what he wants and he knows what to do. Other drivers are likely to make irrational decisions when they are nervous, but when Hunter is nervous, ... He will surpass our imagination." Shen Chuan comforted.
At the end of another lap, Hunter was still the most threatening driver to Shire.
If it was said that in the first five laps of being chased by Hunter, Ciel would have thought the kid was crazy, but now Ciel just felt terrified. What made this kid who participated in the main race at the Marina Bay Circuit for the first time, whether it is routing or braking, he is perfect and full of attack, every corner of his fight is like a death notice to Shire , you have to crush him down or you won't stop.
Charles and Hunter pitted for the second time.
This gave Donald a temporary lead behind him, but Shire regained the top spot on the second lap out of the pits.
Next to pass Donald is Hunter, whose overtaking line makes Donald lose his temper.
"Okay! Okay! Good luck to you, brat!"
Hunter only felt as if some force was accumulating in his body, circle after circle, his mind was like a wave hitting the shore, clearly coming from a distant place through the storm, but when it hit the cliff, it was not. Not losing strength at all.
Another slow corner, Hunter overtook again, Ciel gritted his teeth and maintained a superior distance, but the two cars were almost parallel when they exited the corner. Can get rid of Hunter and continue to fight in the next corner.
The ground seems to be on fire with the grip of the galloping tires, and now all the focus of the media is on the championship battle between Shire and Hunter!
"It's scary! Driving like this... That kid will have an accident! It's time to keep calm!" Audrey Wilson clenched her fingers, she clearly saw that Winston was about to safely evade Lawrence. Owen, but his reaction after that was obviously to block it on purpose.
There is only one reason for doing this, in order to protect Hunter who is following.
But what Hunter is doing now is irrational and a waste of the sacrifice Winston made for him.
"No... Evan Hunter isn't the kind of guy who gets hit by anything to lose his mind on the track. On the contrary, so far, his driving has been flawless. You feel his routing carefully and his braking, This is Marina Bay Circuit, and his tires are even less off the ground than other drivers. He's going to win Shire, he knows what he's doing." .
The race has entered the final eight laps, and Hunter is still following Ciel. His corners are braked later and later, and he even turns close to the white line, which makes the battle-hardened Ciel realize. , This kid is adapting to this track at an amazing speed. The arc of every corner and the length of every straight is conquered by his driving skills. He will no longer think about so-called technology, but instinct.
When a driver drives a track by instinct, it can be scary.
But, Hunter... Irving and I represent an era.
In our era, it will not be so easily surpassed by you.
Shire and Hunter intertwined, the audience screamed continuously, the track seemed to be broken by these two cars, and the two set the fastest speed on the track one after another.
The final round has finally come.
The other drivers on the track became foils, and the focus was on Shire and Hunter.
The blood jumped at the fingertips, as if to rush out of the restraint, Hunter's breathing was suppressed in his throat, and after a third of the circle, Hunter still failed to surpass Ciel, just when people felt that the victory or defeat of the game was already dusty. When it settled down, Hunter drove a faster but more curved line on a gentle curve. Seeing that he was about to rush out of the buffer zone, the audience stood up, and Audrey Wilson raised his hand to cover it. Eyes, time seems to be turned around...
Hunter's mood fell from the heights, as if he was rushing into the quietest seabed in Winston's eyes, his arms turned the steering wheel, the world spun in his ears, he miraculously turned the corner and took the lead. Passed the corner and rushed into the long straight!
Marcus stood up with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, and the eyes of the audience seemed to burst open.
Hunter ran wildly on the long straight, as if breaking the seal of time, Ciel chased after him, and the two almost hit the line at the same time!
The moment they rushed over, the world was quiet, and the whistling sound of the engine was instantly drowned out by countless amazed sights.
Hunter's hearing and eyesight scattered at that moment.
His heart was beating wildly, his breath was rushing.
Until Marcus shouted frantically on the radio: "Hunter-Hunter! You're the race champion! You beat Shire by 0.4 seconds! You win! You win!"
Finally, he knew what had been accumulating in his body.
Those were his tears.
He leaned his head against the steering wheel, unable to control the tears all over his helmet.
"Hunter! You're taking the car to collect the award! Hunter! We're going to pop the champagne! Hunter... oh... Hunter... I never thought in my life that a day would come..."
Marcus is incoherent.
But Hunter said in a hoarse, choked voice: "Winston... where is he? I want to hear him..."
I want to hear him say his name softly.
I want to be hugged by him.
Think of the heartbeat in his chest.
Everything he... Hunter wanted to kill.
"Winston...he's in the hospital..."
Hunter sat up suddenly.
"You said... what did you say?"
My heart is cold, and the suffocating madness on the track is frozen at this moment.
Fear instantly overwhelmed him.
"Don't be nervous, Hunter. Listen to me... It looks like the front wing of Owen's car slammed into his car, hitting his shoulder, but Winston avoided it... It just seemed like he sprained his shoulder or so. The arm... but definitely not serious! There is no blood at all! The team doctor thinks he should have a full body check, that's for sure! We have also been keeping in touch with the Ferrari team and we will be notified as soon as there is any result."
Hunter could barely hold the steering wheel.
Winston is injured? his shoulders...
What a racer needs most is physical strength and reflexes. A little injury can damage a driver's ability and even endanger his entire career.
Hunter is about to drive the car back, he doesn't want to accept the award, he's going to the hospital!
At this time, Winston's voice came from the radio communication. It was Marcus who dialed his cell phone and transferred it. The voice was very low, and the cheering of the team staff Goldman Sachs could be heard in celebration.
"Hunter, congratulations on winning the race." Winston's voice sounded. Even if the world was deafeningly noisy, Hunter could easily filter everything and find his voice.
Hunter opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say a word.
"Hunter, you're going to the awards ceremony. Say hello to Shire from the highest place." Winston's voice was still so quiet, but with a warmth that made Hunter's eyes hot.
"… it is good."
"You must laugh confidently. Because I'll be watching you. I asked Miss Anne to take your picture."
"it is good."
Hunter answered forcefully.
"Don't compare to Scissorhands, silly."
"Okay." Hunter laughed instantly, but the tears in his eyes flowed even more.
"Remember to put your hand on Ciel's shoulder, so he will show an even more upset expression."
"...you're so bad." Hunter laughed even harder.
"I was never a good man," replied Winston.
At this time, Ciel drove the car to Hunter's side, gave him a middle finger in annoyance, and shouted: "Stinky boy! How long are you going to stay there! Everyone is waiting for you!"
Hunter held the steering wheel and roared: "Why are you in such a hurry! You are not a champion!"
"I wipe! Do you want to die!" Charles was so angry that he was almost smoking.
"Then you hit me!"
"Just be proud of you! The next stop will make you cry!"
It wasn't the first time Hunter was on the podium, but it was the first time he was at the top.
He made Formula 1 history this season, with a driver from a small to medium-sized team winning the race.
The second was Charles and the third was Donald.
To get this ranking, Donald is also in tears.
When the photo was taken, Hunter put his arms around Donald, and the guy's smiling face was about to bloom. When Hunt stretched out his other hand to wrap his arms around Ciel, the guy arched his shoulders viciously.
"What do you want to do, kid? Take it!"
"Take a picture!" Hunter said of course.
"You don't have to hold your shoulders when taking pictures!"
"Then the media will say we have a bad relationship," Hunter whispered.
"I have a bad relationship with you!" Ciel's brows were so angry that they flew to the sky.
"They will also say that you have no heart and can't accept that I have beaten you."
Ciel knew it wasn't an illusion, and Hunter's voice sounded cheap.
He could only let Hunter's arm rest on his shoulder.
"Stinky boy, I'm so proud of you!"
"...what's the point of being proud...my most important person is not around."
It was just a whisper, and Hunter thought that Ciel didn't hear it, but the guy turned his face sideways and his eyes seemed to be red.
Yes, how could he forget that Owen also had an accident. They have been opponents for more than ten years, and they must be worried to death now.
After the award ceremony, it is time for media visits.
But Hunter was not in the mood to be interviewed at all. He came to Marcus and just opened his mouth, Marcus patted him on the shoulder: "What are you still doing here? Winston's examination is over, It's just a minor injury, and I'm sure it won't affect his career as a driver! It's just this collision that reimbursed Ferrari's car, and that guy Miller will be distressed to the point of tears."
Hearing that Winston was alright, Hunter's strong smile finally really didn't need to pretend.
"He went back to the hotel. The post-match interview is handed over to me and the PR manager! I'm ready to send you off in the car! Hurry up, hurry up!"
Now the place where the Marcus team is located has been besieged by the media.
Hunter took off his racing suit and put on the mechanic's jumpsuit sent by his assistant. He pressed his baseball cap down, and followed a few mechanics to squeeze out of the tight encirclement.
Then he saw Shen Chuan sitting in a car waiting for him.
"Hey, Hunter, I know you drive very well, but this time I'll show you off." Shen Chuan waved his hand.
Hunter's heart warmed. Everyone was thinking about him, whether it was Marcus or Shen Chuan. They must be worried that Hunter is emotional and will have an accident on the way back.
Hunter has been uneasy.
He didn't know what to say when he saw Winston.
Just "thank you"
"Thank you" was too superficial in front of this man, and "thank you" didn't even match Hunter's deep feelings for Winston.
Hunter's toes trembled, his fingers fiddled with the window edge for a while, and he twisted his wrist for a while, and the whole person seemed to be restless.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: There is another place that is more important to me than the championship podium.
Winston: Where
Hunter: Your heart.