"Hi... why are you here?" Hunter stepped forward.
Owen put his arm on Hunter's shoulder very familiarly: "Stinky boy, you are amazing! You won Shire again. That guy asked me to drink until late last night, and he vomited all over me."
Hunter bowed his head and smiled, then turned to give Owen a hug.
Owen froze for a moment, then patted Hunter on the back.
"Fortunately you're fine," Hunter said.
It was the first time he spoke in such a solemn voice.
"I'm sorry... I have a problem with the suspension system. Almost hurt you and Winston." Owen exhaled.
"The real damage is that if you really have an accident in the game, it will become a shadow for my life." Hunter replied.
"Yo, can't see, why am I so important to you?" Owen said with a smile.
"Of course it matters. I remember watching you and Shire a lot when I was karting. Back then my dream was to be a driver like you. So Owen…"
"I understand." Owen also gave Hunter a hug, "Since I used to be your dream, then I will definitely complete my journey perfectly and make you yearn for it forever."
Hunter showed a big smile.
"And don't look at Ciel's face stinking like that, he's just as lucky as I am to have opponents like Winston and you, otherwise our days would be really boring. We've won a lot of championships, so... We want opponents more than champions."
"Hahaha, then I will also be a competent opponent and make your life difficult!"
"Come on, brat. The next stop at the Sepang circuit, Winston can't play, and you have to face the strangulation of me and Ciel alone, don't cry if you lose."
Owen smiled and pushed Hunt away and turned to leave.
Hunter sent a text message to Winston, only to know that the Ferrari team had a media visit in the afternoon, and Hunter could only have lunch with the team.
But having lunch or something, it's so boring.
Hunter thought about it and called Donald.
"Hey, dear Donald, how about we have a party to celebrate your third place?"
Donald, who was on the phone, choked. How dare he have a party with Hunter? After thinking for a long time, he came out with a sentence: "That... The next race is too close, the team is tight, we will... Party next time?"
Hunter thinks about it carefully, it seems that since the last bunny party ended because of this guy's diarrhea, he has turned his attention to him every time he talks about having a party.
"How can I hear the sound of a party over there? You are too much. You never call me to have a party by yourself! Let's break up!"
Donald suddenly panicked.
"That... it was a very unremarkable pool party... The party of our Sobo team... There are not many in good shape, so boring! Really!"
Hunter's eyes lit up when he heard it.
It turned out to be a pool party!
Donald didn't even ask him at all, that's too much! It's too much!
"How can you know that I don't like watching it when there are not many in good shape!"
"That... it's not that I didn't invite you... If I did invite you, I would be miserable..." Donald's voice was particularly mournful.
"Ah? If you invited me, you are miserable? What is this..." After two seconds, Hunter suddenly realized something, "Is it Winston?"
Following the bar and club incident, Hunter had a new understanding of Winston.
"That...you know...then you asked me..." Donald's voice sounded pitiful.
But the thought of this guy hiding from him for so long made Hunter no longer sympathize with him.
"Then I'll ask Winston if he'll let me play, okay?" Hunter said.
"Huh? Go ask him, are you… are you alright?" Donald said.
"none of your business."
"Ah... that's great! That's great!"
"It's all your business. What are you doing!"
Hunter turned off the phone and texted Winston: I want to go to Donald's pool party.
After a few seconds, Winston replied with a text message: Yes, but I don't like people touching you.
Hentrick smiled and replied: I don't like others touching you either.
Comes with a sassy grin.
Hunter went back to the hotel, found his swimming trunks, and hummed to find Donald.
It was on the top floor of a garden hotel, and even the swimming pool was said to be glass-bottomed. When you looked up in the presidential suite on the top floor, you could see the posture of the swimmers.
All Hunter was thinking about was being able to play in the pool with everyone, and by the way, bully Donald, an unscrupulous guy, such as pushing him under the pool, which is really cool.
But when he came to the swimming pool on the top floor, he was completely stunned.
What kind of pool party is this!
The men wore T-shirts and beach pants, the women also wore scarves, and some wore vests…
"Ah! Hunter, here you are!" Donald hugged Hunter warmly with open arms, "I'll introduce you to my friends!"
"Is it very cold today? Are you wearing so much at the pool party?" Hunter had a black line on his face.
"This... the top floor is windy, and it's easy to catch a cold if you wear too little... "
Hunter regretted like a frosted eggplant.
"Don't be sad, Hunter! We have all the beer you need! You can drink beer in Singapore!"
"All right… "
It's better than sleeping in the room...
But Hunter was an easy-going guy, and he quickly became acquainted with everyone, sitting on a beach chair and playing poker.
Don't look at Hunter's average studies in middle school, but he played stud very well and won several rounds at once.
It is very boring to win like this. Hunter thought about it and raised his hand and said, "The loser will jump into the pool!"
The Sauber team that Donald is in is also full of people who are playing, and everyone agrees.
By the time Donald realized what he wanted to stop, it was too late.
Hunter still maintained his record, winning the beautiful and handsome guys jumped in the pool.
Seeing those young female assistants and marketing team members climb up wet from the pool, the gauze and T-shirt that were originally covering their bodies were stuck to their bodies, and everything could be seen clearly. Hunter was very satisfied and happy. laugh.
But the good times didn't last long, and Hunter finally lost.
Everyone shouted and directly lifted Hunter and threw it into the pool.
"Crash!" Luckily, Hunter was ready and didn't choke.
Hunter stood in the middle of the water, wiped away the water stains on his face, and laughed along with everyone.
"Wow... I don't even see it in the T-shirt, Evan Hunter is in great shape! Look at his waist, it's so beautiful!"
A young PR assistant communicated with a colleague next to him.
"Yeah, I really want to have sex with him. Did you watch the last interview with Caccio? He's super cute!"
Donald wants to cry without tears, you think about this kid, why can't you think about me
Can't you touch this kid
Hunter plunged into the water and swam to the shore. He just emerged from the water. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of leather shoes standing by the pool.
The exposed ankle of the other party was very beautiful, and Hunter praised it in his heart.
But when the other half crouched down, Hunter realized that it was Winston.
Hunter suddenly felt that he had special taste, and Winston looked good everywhere.
"Do you still want to play?" Winston asked softly, reaching out and rubbing the top of Hunter's head.
"Why are you here? What did Donald tell you?" Hunter squinted and tilted his head, like a smooth-haired cat.
The Sobo female employees in the back whispered "cute" again.
"Yeah." Winston grabbed Hunter's wrist and pulled him up steadily.
Hunter originally wanted to pull Winston down, but he didn't expect Winston to be very stable and seemed to be prepared.
There was even a playful smile on his lips.
Hunter was a little resentful - he really couldn't play this guy!
"Then let's go to dinner! They can't beat me at stud! Stop playing!"
"Okay. Did you bring any clothes?"
"Take it, take it! I'll change it!"
Hunter shook his hand with Donald: "I'm hungry, go to dinner with this guy!"
"Good! Good! You go!" Donald was relieved.
Winston nodded slightly to Donald and said, "Thank you."
The female employees at the scene talked again.
"Van Winston is so handsome!"
"Even if you don't get close to strangers, you're still very handsome!"
Donald suddenly felt that life was miserable: you women don't have to think about it anymore, Winston will never look at you more in this life!
A few minutes later, Hunter put on a dry T-shirt and walked out, and the people of the Sauber team waved goodbye to Hunter.
"Hunter! Come and play together next time!"
"If the Marcus team is boring, you can join our Sauber team!"
When Hunter left, the Sauber team immediately surrounded Donald.
"Hey, you said that, Hunter came and we put on our clothes, and we will give one thousand dollars per person!"
"Give! Give! Give! I won't let you down!"
"By the way, why do you want to do this? I still want to show Hunter my good figure!"
"Yeah, what a pity!"
Donald was speechless. If you show it, the other party has to appreciate it!
I have seen Winston's wide shoulders and long legs, yours... I can't see it!
Winston took Hunter to a local restaurant to taste Singaporean food.
Since last night, Hunter's mood has been very good. He has always been in a state of excitement. He has not slept for a few hours, but he is not sleepy at all.
The Nyonya-inspired food whetted Hunter's appetite. The last time I learned how to use chopsticks with Winston in Japan, this time in Singapore, although it was not very neat, Hunter was able to pick up the food smoothly and put it in his mouth.
Hunter ate while looking at Winston across from him.
"Why did you keep looking at me, the dish almost fell on you."
"You look good!" Hunter said without thinking.
Winston lowered his eyes, a smile evident on the corners of his lips.
"So which one looks better than a bikini girl?" Winston asked.
Only then did Hunter realize that going to the pool party by himself might upset Winston
"You look good."
"Liar." Winston laughed again.
Hunter suddenly felt that as long as he told the truth, he could make Winston laugh. Winston smiled, feeling particularly accomplished himself.
"The eyes, nose, mouth, neck, shoulders, from the waist to the legs are all very beautiful!" Hunter said the truth in his heart seriously again.
The smile on Winston's lips did not disappear, which made Hunter more and more happy.
"The most important thing is... it's all mine." Hunter said with a squinted smile.
Winston braced his chin and turned his face away.
Hunter also looked sideways, only to find that Winston's eyes were full of smiles.
"You like pool parties so much that we go swimming together at night?" Winston said.
"Yeah!"
The races in Malaysia were so close together that they couldn't have gone out and played like they did at the end of the race in Abu Dhabi.
But to take a break, Hunter is very happy.
After dinner, Winston took Hunter to a heated swimming pool.
This swimming pool is also on the top floor of a hotel, the difference is that it is a closed glass roof.
There is no wind and the pool water is warm, so don't worry about catching a cold.
And lying on your back on the water, you can see the stars in the night sky.
Hunter changed into swimming trunks. After warming up, he couldn't wait to plunge into the water. Then he lay on the bank and watched Winston come out. Those two straight legs made Hunter feel itchy again.
"Why is there no one in this pool?" Hunter squinted and smiled, knowingly asked.
Winston stood by the pool, lowered his head, leaned against Hunter's ear, and whispered, "If there are people, you can't do bad things."
Hunter's heart tightened, and without even thinking about it, he grabbed Winston's arm and pulled him down.
He watched as he poured into the water, submerged, and then slowly stood up from the water, brushing the wet strands of hair behind his head.
The water-stained face looked particularly sexy under the bright night sky.
Hunter licked his upper lip, remembering that he had imagined the scene where he would press Winston who was sitting by the bathtub, and suddenly felt a little hot.
"Have your fantasies been fulfilled?" Winston asked softly, approaching him.
Oh? Did this guy get into his head? Why does he think, this guy knows!
"No! No underwater kissing!"
After Hunter finished speaking, he grabbed Winston's shoulders, pressed him down, and the water splashed. Hunter had already held his breath and blocked Winston's mouth tightly to prevent him from breathing.
Until Winston fell to the bottom of the water, Hunter covered him, sucking his lips and tongue recklessly, inseparable, without any gap for the pool water to come in.
The buoyancy underwater was not easy to master, and Winston was pressed onto Hunter in less than two seconds.
His kiss was so powerful and suggestive that it tickled Hunter's mouth. In less than fifteen seconds, Hunter couldn't hold back.
Winston fully expected, and took him directly out of the water, and Hunter coughed.
"Are you still playing?" Winston asked with a small smile.
"Play! Why don't you play! You said it was in the water, can you help me get it out?" Hunter blinked, looking curious.
Winston smiled. "We can try."
Then he suddenly pressed Hunter to the edge of the pool and helped Hunter submerge into the water.
Hunter almost didn't shout.
They played until the pool closed.
Sitting in the car back to the hotel, Hunter sighed regretfully.
"What's the matter?" asked Winston on the side.
"From now on... pool parties don't appeal to me anymore..." Hunter's expression was sad.
"Really? I thought you'd say one more attractive thing."
"what?"
"Swim with me," replied Winston.
Hunter immediately closed his mouth and did not speak.
The two returned to the hotel.
Originally, Winston was injured and could go back to England to recover, but he still chose to go to Malaysia with Hunter.
In the evening, Winston unhurriedly packed Hunter's luggage, while Hunter leaned against Winston and swiped news on his mobile phone.
Winston leaned down, Hunter leaned back, Winston straightened up, and Hunter straightened up.
It's naive, but Hunter finds it funny.
"Huh... In the race in Malaysia, the Lotus team is going to change drivers."
"Because Enzo was injured."
"Well. Enzo is estimated to have at least three games off. I've never heard of anyone who played in his place. How do you pronounce this? Shen Mobai?" Hunter tilted his head.
Winston stopped and said, "Chen Mobai."
"Huh? You know him?"
"He is a Chinese driver. Because of his excellent performance in F3, Lotus applied for an F1 license for him."
"Chinese drivers? How rare!" Hunter touched the back of his head.
Winston turned around, clasped Hunter's shoulders, and said very solemnly, "Don't take it lightly. Chen Mobai's strength is not inferior to Enzo."
Hunter was stunned. Winston was rarely sure of someone's strength. It seemed that this Chen Mobai was indeed very powerful.
"He's very good at braking, centering and exit timing. If he's in the race, with the exception of Owen and Ciel, you have to be careful behind you."
"I see." Hunter also became serious, and then subconsciously recited the other party's name again, "Chen Mobai..."
Suddenly, Winston kissed him on the lips, and Hunter looked up at each other.
"I don't like when you pronounce other men's names so seriously."
Hunter's heart was scratched again.
"What! If you can pronounce this Chinese name, you must have recited it many times!" Hunter pretended to be dissatisfied.
"I can't pronounce any name more than yours in my life," Winston replied.
Hunter's heart swelled up again. Winston is a man who never utters an oath like "the world is old."
Once said, he will not change.
But no matter what, no matter what kind of opponent he encounters, Hunter secretly made up his mind to hold on to the championship.
After lunch the next day, Hunter followed the convoy to the airport. Hunter originally thought it was a bit regretful to be separated from Winston, but he did not expect that the Marcus team and the Ferrari team were on the same flight.
As the manager of a large fleet, Mr. Miller met Marcus as he entered the cabin and greeted him for the first time ever. This made Marcus happy and said to the PR manager beside him: "Did you hear that? Miller from Ferrari actually greeted me!"
The public relations manager sighed and whispered, "Don't you worry, Miller's gesture is to poach Hunter?"
With such a reminder, Marcus immediately became alert, and the smile on his face disappeared.
He looked back, just to see Hunter's head showing a small section of the back of the chair, and Winston was sitting beside him, and Hunter was happily talking to Winston.
I used to think that the time on the plane was boring and boring, but after the plane entered a stable state, Hunter didn't seem to want to sleep at all, and he looked around and didn't know what to think.
"I'll put my blindfold on you?" said Winston, turning his face to the side.
Hunter leaned towards Winston and whispered, "You don't want to try it on the plane?"
Winston's gaze stopped, and Hunter knew that Winston was also interested.
"Fool. It's not a night flight. Two people squeeze into the bathroom and everyone will stare at you."
Hunter sighed regretfully: "The movies are all lies."
Winston smiled, put it in Hunter's ear and said, "Next time we'll book a night flight."
Hunter's face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and said "um".
"Then give me your blindfold. I'm sleeping."
"Okay." Winston took out the blindfold and put it on Hunter.
Hunter tilted his head, and within two minutes there was a slight snoring.
Marcus was particularly melancholy: "I always thought Hunter would be abducted by Winston. He was so loyal to block Owen's car for Hunter, and Winston would say anything, he would definitely agree, right?"
The thought of a few races to come to an end this season made Marcus worried.
"You change the angle. Winston is willing to give up the game to protect Hunter, so Hunter can abduct him to our team."
I have to say, the PR manager's remarks comforted Marcus.
When they arrived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, it was already night.
The hotel facilities near Sepang Circuit are relatively complete, but the two teams are in different hotels.
Winston doesn't play, so it doesn't matter where he lives.
The Sepang circuit has many braking points, so it is difficult to complete the race, and it is not easy to overtake, so the results of qualifying are very important.
The Marcus team used a Ferrari engine this year, and there is nothing to worry about in terms of horsepower, but the requirements for the racing suspension system are very high.
On their way to the hotel, they happened to pass by the Sepang Circuit.
This track has been the template for many new tracks since it was built.
Hunter looked out of the car window in a trance.
"Nothing to worry about. Suspension is something Xiaoxi is very good at. Even Ferrari and Mercedes can't find a suspension engineer comparable to her." Winston, who was sitting next to him, said.
"Oh, yes!" Hunter squinted and smiled.
Deep down he was anxious.
Because of this game, Winston will not be participating from start to finish. Even as an opponent, as long as he appears on the track, Hunter knows where his goal is.
"It's hotter than Singapore..." Hunter picked up his collar.
"Well, this is one of the hottest races in the race. The high temperature and humidity will make you more exhausted in the race."
"Um."
Hunter felt at ease just listening to Winston speak.
"I told Shen Chuan that I will definitely check the drinking water system in your car." Winston touched Hunter's forehead.
It was only then that Hunter remembered that Winston's drinking system had a problem on this track the year before last, but this guy managed to finish the last third of the race without rehydration. His endurance is really good. as God.
“The Sepang circuit has many corners, the ground is rougher, and the tire wear will be larger. You must feel and measure it well during the free practice session, so that in the race, you can formulate a schedule that suits you. station strategy.”
"I see."
Hunter nodded.
On the first night in Malaysia, the team did not arrange any activities, and just let the drivers adapt to the climate here.
Winston accompanied Hunter for a jog near the hotel, but it was obvious that Hunter was nervous, as if he was jogging with Winston, but his mind didn't know where to go.
"Hunter." Winston stopped Hunter, who almost hit a palm tree.
"what?"
When Hunter returned to his senses, he found himself in Winston's arms.
There were tourists around looking over, Hunter was embarrassed and wanted to step back, but was hugged by Winston.
"You don't need to be nervous."
"… Hmm." Hunter nodded.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You don't need to fight for me, you just need to be yourself."
Hunter touched the tip of his nose: "I'm still immature, right?"
"You're not immature, you just care too much about me," Winston said.
"I really want to... win the championship again and give it to you."
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: There will be many more parties with you in the future.
Hunter: Excited! for example
Winston: Submarine Party, Wine Party, Italian Chandelier Party…
Hunter: Wait, the first two I can imagine, what's the third