Just as Hunter attacked Owen for three consecutive laps, Charles followed patiently behind him.
Finally, in a right-hand acceleration section, Ciel cut in so hard that the tires almost rubbed the ground.
Hunter reacted extremely quickly and adjusted the line. Ciel almost rushed out of the white line, but he controlled the direction. Instead, at the most critical moment, he almost wiped the front of Hunter's car to take a step out of the corner, and then rushed into the next S-curve.
"Damn it! Is Charles crazy?" At that scene, Marcus was terrified.
"But it doesn't constitute a foul. He is indeed a master with more than ten years of experience." Shen Chuan said with narrowed eyes.
"Hopefully Hunter's mood won't be affected."
At this time, Hunter was behind Shire. The overtaking just now did not blow Hunter. On the contrary, he enjoyed the sense of speed that Winston said at that moment.
That feeling made Hunter eager to try, he wanted to make a more superb overtaking than Ciel. And this excitement made Hunter's brain very clear.
For this track, it is a relatively difficult S-shaped track. Hunter passed at the fastest speed among all drivers at present, which made the spectators break a cold sweat for him and fear him rushing out, but also for his driving. There is applause for skill.
After passing the corner, Hunter found someone following.
It's from Team Lotus... This guy's driving is not easy!
When Hunter reached the next corner, the speed reached 280KM/H, which was quite bold, but the pursuers behind him did not give in too much, like a continuous spider web, dragging Hunter away.
What is this guy called
—Chen Mobai!
I remember that he started in sixth place. I didn't expect to catch up to the fourth place so quickly. You must know that Penny and Duchovny are not easy to mess with!
Winston said, this guy is good at braking contests.
Well, I'll have a fight with you!
Entering Turn 7, the lateral centripetal force coefficient here is as high as 2.8. Hunter and Chen Mobai delayed braking at almost the same time. At such a speed, the neck of ordinary people would have been broken long ago, but Hunter smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled. .
Many spectators screamed, watching the two cars side by side about to rush out of the corner, but they turned back at the same moment as if they were broken. Hunter maintained the subtle advantage of the line and drove into the next corner. .
The competition continues.
Hunter was not irritated by Chen Mobai's steady overtaking, on the contrary, he was excited like a child who discovered a new toy.
This excitement filled him with sudden inspiration. This inspiration merged with the track, and with his car, producing unimaginable explosiveness.
As the race progressed, the riders made pit stops.
Hunter and Chen Mobai left the station one after another. After the fight, Hunter seemed to be in crazy mode.
Two laps later, his lap speed had surpassed Owen, who was in first place.
"I suddenly have a very strange feeling..." Marcus said, but he couldn't describe this feeling accurately.
"Sepang Circuit exists to prove him." Shen Chuan replied.
Marcus was stunned for a moment and looked at Shen Chuan who was on the side: "It also exists to prove us."
At Turns 13 and 14, it was a cleverly designed consecutive right-hand turn that would affect Hunter's speed on the next straight lap.
Behind Hunter is Chen Mobai, who showed superb pursuit skills. In the first corner, Chen Mobai almost surpassed Hunter, but in the second corner, Hunter quickly retreated to 2nd gear in the middle of the corner, and the rounded line surpassed Chen Mobai. , rushed into the straight section first, accelerated frantically, and chased Ciel in front.
Shire didn't give Hunter a chance to overtake by vacuum on the straight, and the two cars entered the hairpin turn one after the other.
What Charles didn't expect was that Hunter tried to overtake at the second corner of the hairpin turn, but then Charles realized that Hunter's test was also his gamble.
After one lap of reincarnation, they were about to enter the right corner where Shire passed Hunter. Under everyone's attention, Hunter cut through the water like a knife and cut in ruthlessly, as if he was about to rush into the buffer zone. Afterwards, exiting the corner early, Ciel opened his eyes wide and watched Hunter go ahead of him.
"Hey, Ciel... I left Chen Mobai to you." Hunter smiled.
Two seconds later, Mr. Cacho in the media seat reacted: "This kid is too arrogant! The line he used to overtake Ciel just now is the same as that of Ciel overtaking him! The difference is that Hunter is like a summary. Given Ciel's average experience, the routing he executes is more..."
"More perfect and calm." Audrey Wilson replied.
She really, really didn't expect that Hunter had grown so much compared to the last race.
At this time, Winston, who was standing in front of the screen, had been motionless for more than an hour, always keeping his gaze.
It was as if all his thinking, all his thinking and the enthusiasm in his heart had been taken away by that race car.
Hunter, who overtook Shire to retake second place, started the chase for Irving for six consecutive laps.
Every minute and every second is a very unusual experience for Owen, because Hunter's presence makes him feel like he has a new feeling for the Sepang circuit, and he must use every corner and angle to do his best. Get rid of Hunter.
In the remaining laps, Hunter pitted decisively in order to catch up with Owen. The entire Marcus team was like a chicken blood, and Hunter set the record for the shortest pit stop in this race.
For the remaining dozen or so laps, Hunter moved forward as if riding the wind and waves.
He showed cold and sharp cutting and line execution in the curved feet of different arcs, forcing Owen to almost deviate from the direction several times.
Cold sweat broke out behind Owen's back. Hunter came to Owen's surprise three times in a row, but Owen forcibly held his position.
As time dragged on, they entered the penultimate lap.
The battle between Hunter and Owen was heart-stopping, with three consecutive corners wheel-to-wheel parallel, the suspensions on both sides seemed to collide at any moment.
"How, what do you think of Evan Hunt's performance?" Mr. Miller asked Winston beside him.
"I envy Owen. The person Hunter should pursue with all his heart should be me."
Miller was stunned, because he could feel the tightness of Winston's voice. As if the young man on the track was born to Vann Winston, and no one was qualified to influence his direction.
At this point, Hunter clenched the steering wheel, and he knew that he had fully adapted to the track.
Winston, look at me.
Be sure to look at me.
Hunter used the brakes to create a time difference with Owen when he was passing through consecutive corners. Seeing that he seemed to deviate from the line, even the front of the car crossed the white line. Mr. Marcus was so nervous that his body suddenly leaned forward. The staff raised their heads in unison, while Winston strode out and looked at the track.
Winston clenched his fists, he knew very well that Hunter would not fail, he would never fail!
I saw Hunter swaying his tail, turning sharply, almost sticking to Owen's side, shifting and braking in one go, and the line that seemed to be wrong before seemed to provide him with enough centripetal force now, he just came out of the bend. He was one-third ahead of Owen's body. When he came out of the corner, he had completely overtaken him. Then he rushed into the seventh corner. The two started a competition. Hunter's mood was cold and warm. Like slow motion, every second is cut into countless frames.
He rushed out of the corner and Owen was thrown behind him!
"Aha—" Marcus clenched his fists and jumped up.
"This kid... is simply not human..." The Ferrari team also followed with bursts of exclamations.
And Winston, who saw this scene with his own eyes, generally solidified and then burned violently.
For the next two laps, Hunter showed an unprecedented level of defensive driving, with Owen stuck behind him but unable to surpass.
The track is like boiling sea water, and Hunter led the retrograde tide, breaking through everything and submerging the world.
At that moment, the various voices from this world that had been rejected by Hunter regressed back into his mind.
He gasped, his chest about to burst.
Did he win
Winston? Did you see that? Are you envious? Are you jealous? Do you regret not being able to be my opponent in this race
Are you looking at me all the time? As persistent as I am to you
Hunter beat his chest hard, everything was a little unreal.
When his eyes glanced outside the track and saw the figure standing far away, how much he wanted to give up everything and rush into the arms of the man.
"Champion! Hunter! You've won another race!"
Hunter's heart is full of joy.
He didn't know how to make Winston feel how he was feeling at the moment.
This may not be the championship of the year without honor, this is only a small part of the countless games he and Winston have experienced, but it is of great significance to Hunter.
It was obtained by Hunter under Winston's watch.
I dedicate it to you, are you as ecstatic as I am
It was too far for Hunter to see the expression on Winston's face.
Marcus' voice came over the radio: "Hunter! You are amazing! Amazing! I love you! We love you!"
Hunter's fingers on the steering wheel trembled slightly.
The audience cheered, and the air flowed and boiled.
"Can I be capricious?" Hunter asked softly.
"Yes! Yes! You can do whatever you want! Just don't rush the car into the buffer zone!"
Hunter raised his lips, suddenly clenched the steering wheel, his car suddenly spun in place, the tires rubbed violently against the ground, and it was like a fire.
The audience followed the crowd with excitement.
The world was spinning at a high speed, and his joy was scattered in all directions.
Owen smiled helplessly: "Marcus team is so willing? Let this brat burn the tire!"
Ciel rolled his eyes: "Damn it! I lost three consecutive matches to this kid!"
This time, Hunter smiled brightly. When he took pictures with Owen and Charles on the podium, Charles still had that stinky face. Owen put one hand around Hunter's waist. When Hunter laughed the happiest, he pinched hard.
"Oh!"
As a result, the last photo was of Hunter wrinkling his face in pain.
After the game, Hunter ran in the tunnel.
He rushed to the Ferrari team, the stern man was exchanging something with his teammate who finished fifth.
"Ouch! Hunter is here!"
The entire team was taken aback by Hunter's arrival, even the team manager, Mr. Miller.
"This kid likes to go to Ferrari so much, why doesn't he just join us?"
"Be careful Marcus sends you bombs."
He heard Hunter's running footsteps from a distance, and Winston had no idea what he and his teammates were talking about.
When Hunter's figure was getting closer and closer, Winston had opened his arms slightly, but he still did not expect the speed of Hunter's running, the other party seemed to be dragging the air of the whole world, his joy It came at a gallop, with a "bang-", as if to knock Winston apart.
Winston took three steps back and picked up Hunter.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?"
Hunter's excitement was all over his face.
This wasn't the first time Hunter had rushed into Winston's arms, nor was it the first time Winston had held him up so high.
"I don't know, I thought he came to Ferrari to show off... I really want to kick this kid to death..." Mr. Miller said unhappily.
"Why do I feel more like Winston is showing off? It's like saying that even if I'm not around, my Hunter will keep the title."
With such a reminder, Mr. Miller realized that Winston looked up, and the smile on the corner of his lips was undisguised praise and joy.
Winston took Hunter in his arms and took a few steps forward.
Hunter lay on top of him and said excitedly: "Did you see it? That bastard Owen! He pinched me! Ciel lost to me again! The expression on his face is so cool!"
Winston turned sideways, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in.
"I won the championship! I won the championship again! Although it is not the championship, I seem to be getting closer and closer to you!"
Winston hugged Hunter, turned a half circle, walked into the cubicle, and hooked the door of the cubicle with his toes.
Hunter was still immersed in extremely excited emotions, his eyes were full of Winston's eyes, and he didn't notice where he was being held by Winston.
He opened his mouth, not even knowing what he said, only that Winston kissed him.
The tip of his tongue squeezed in involuntarily, Hunter whimpered twice, and was about to respond, but Winston couldn't wait to suck.
Hunter gradually slid down into his arms, and Winston jerked upwards, gripping his legs with both hands, the unquenchable desire spreading from Hunter's tongue to the tips of his fingers through kisses. .
Winston's body temperature was so high that he could feel it through his racing suit. But even so, Hunter still wanted to lean on each other hard.
Winston hugged Hunter, took a step back, sat down, and Hunter was held directly on his lap face to face. Winston kissed Hunter with his head up, so as not to drag his racing suit off. Everything becomes messy and random.
When Winston bit Hunter's chin and forced him to look up, but his back was firmly clasped by Winston's hand, he realized that it was all true.
It's true that he won the race for the second time, it's true that he was hugged by Winston, it's true that this man is super obsessed with himself.
"Are you going to... eat me here?" Hunter asked in a hoarse voice.
His fingers tucked into Winston's hair, as if so that he could gain access to the man's mind.
Winston kissed all the way down, the tip of his tongue slid across Hunter's Adam's apple, but the star wanted to force it but had to restrain himself and just scrape with his teeth, then sucked hard.
He buried his face in Hunter's arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you want the king's treatment? Isn't it the king's treatment that I'm going crazy for you?"
Hunter smiled, he covered Winston's ear, and said softly: "Then you come."
Winston looked up at him with the intensity in his eyes that he wanted to press Hunter directly on the door of the compartment and do whatever he wanted.
Everything that followed was on the verge of getting out of control, and Hunter hugged Winston's shoulders tightly and did not dare to snort. Winston's fingers were more impatient than before, as if they were there to torture Hunter.
Hunter's cell phone kept ringing, first from Mr. Marcus, then from the public relations manager and from Shen Chuan.
Sweat dripped down Hunter's hair and landed on Winston's back.
I don't know how long it took, when Hunter walked out of the cubicle, his legs were weak, and Winston was standing in front of the sink to wash his hands. He looked at Hunter's swaying appearance and supported him. arm.
"I haven't done anything yet, so you're just like this? It really did, can't you even cry?"
Hunter raised his toes to hit Winston's calf, who stood motionless.
"Hey, why don't you avoid it?"
Winston turned his face as if to take a closer look at Hunter's expression: "This is your king treatment."
Hunter's face was about to burn.
At this time, a staff member came in. Hunter lowered his head and was about to leave, but Winston grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to his side.
"Continue tonight." Winston whispered in Hunter's ear.
The place where he had calmed down was about to react again.
In the media interviews after the game, Hunter could feel the respect and solemnity of the reporters who communicated with him.
What surprised Hunter was that he originally thought that Charles would hate him to death, but he didn't expect this guy to be very objective and fair in front of the media.
"Hunter's performance in this race is impeccable. And compared to drivers of this age, he has super toughness and patience, no matter if any driver is against him, unless he crosses the finish line, even if it is tenth of a second. The relaxation may fall short." After Ciel finished speaking, he squeezed out of the media.
But Owen left Hunter speechless.
"You mean little Hunter from the Marcus team! He has to win! If he doesn't win, Winston will fix him until he can't compete in the next race."
With a playful smile and a cheap expression, Hunter really regretted why he didn't get rid of him on the track.
But there are reporters who are not too chaotic, and jokingly asked: "Oh? How will Winston fix Hunter?"
"Some kind of very, very intense exercise that leaves marks all over the body!" Owen blinked, and just when the reporters were thinking about something, he added slowly: "For example, boxing!"
It dawned on the reporters that Owen meant Winston would beat Hunter.
"I'll give you a boxing!" Hunter just heard this passage, and he was angry.
Hunter originally thought that Marcus would happily give him a vacation and let him sleep for two days, but he didn't expect this guy to tell him that there will be an interview tomorrow, a business event the day after tomorrow, and there may be a business event the day after tomorrow. Hunter kept his eyes open. looked at him.
"Aren't you going to put me to sleep? Don't you give me time to balance my hormones?"
"Balancing hormones? Women only need it, right? You'd better maintain a high level of male hormones." Marcus looked at Hunter's expression as if he was saying, "Don't waste your energy."
It wasn't until early in the morning that Hunter was able to return to his hotel room.
And his room has been piled with all kinds of flowers and gift boxes. But Hunter didn't even look at him, and looked for Winston everywhere.
"Winston! Winston!" Hunter shouted for a long time before confirming that Winston was not here.
Inexplicably very lost, Hunter called the other party, and Winston's cell phone was quickly connected.
"Hello? Have you returned to the hotel?"
Talking voices came from the phone, and Ferrari's post-race interview didn't seem to be over.
"I'm back... why are you still answering my call during the interview?"
"I'll answer your call anytime." Winston's voice was soft, definitely different from his usual tone in response to the media.
Hunter ran a short circle around the room with the phone in hand, because he was so happy with the answer.
At this time, the reporter's question was faintly heard on the mobile phone: "So what do you think of your friend Hunter's performance on this site?"
Hunter was faintly nervous.
What would Winston say? This guy is rigorous and pursues perfection. Even if he wins the championship, it does not mean that the other party has no opinions and opinions.
"Crossing the finish line from the start to the end, if I were on the track, I wouldn't have found a chance to pass him."
Hunter's heart almost flew at that moment.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I… can I be capricious
Winston: You can stay with me for the rest of your life.
Hunter: So... Then give me a lick and a suck.
Winston: Front or back
Hunter: …