"If you've never pursued me... eh, can the things you do be called pursuit?" Hunter thought about it and suddenly felt a little lost, "I may have rich experience in love now. But these possibilities add to Together, I definitely don't love you that much. Every time I see you, I feel... ah, mom... I can't fall in love with anyone other than this guy. I don't feel unwilling at all, because you also Love me. So stop thinking about who to duel and stuff like that...because that's better for me to think about."
Winston looked at Hunter, smiling all the time.
After a few seconds, Hunter suddenly realized something and slapped the other side hard.
"You did it on purpose!"
"What on purpose?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"Deliberately induce me to confess to you!"
"Really? You just confessed to me?" Winston's calm expression made Hunter really want to punch him.
"Actually, you and I are completely different from Pushkin and his wife."
"Where is the difference?"
"Poetry is Pushkin's life. But his wife Nadalia couldn't understand and appreciate it at all, she just felt boring. She couldn't feel Pushkin's soul, so even if Pushkin felt in love with her, they could never in love."
"Ah! You and I both love Formula 1 and admire each other!"
"Hunter, for Pushkin, poetry is everything. But for me, you are everything to me, so you don't need to think about who you're going to fight."
Hunter bent his eyes and smiled.
"However, are you still thinking about bunny parties? At breakfast today, I see the smile on your face must be imagining a bunny party with Russian beauties?" Winston asked.
Hunter choked, he felt that life was not good.
Because Winston knows what he thinks, and there is no secret at all!
"It seems to be true."
"It doesn't matter if there is a bunny party or something!" Hunter quickly cleared it up.
"It's okay, I'll make one for you after this competition is over."
Winston said in a "I'll buy you a Coke" tone.
Hunter's feeling immediately turned bad: "No... No need! Really no need!"
This is the rhythm that Winston is going to completely disillusion him with bunny girls!
That night, when Winston was showering in the bathroom, Hunter was texting Marcus on his bed as usual, when the bedside phone rang.
Hunter stretched out his hand to take it, and heard a gentle female voice.
"Hello, do you need some special services?"
"Special service?" The other party's English was a bit blunt, and Hunter didn't respond for a while.
"Drinking, chatting, and of course staying with you all night."
Hunter finally understood what kind of phone it was.
"Sorry, I already have a lover, and I'm with my lover."
Hunter was about to hang up when the other party said, "Your voice is really nice. It's a pity I couldn't have a good time with you."
At this moment Winston came over, wrapped in a bath towel, and sat down beside the bed.
He watched Hunter hold the phone and say "thank you" and then stretched his arms to put the phone back, just as his back was elongated and a small waist was exposed under his T-shirt.
Winston put his hand in and asked softly, "Who's calling?"
"A phone for special services!" Hunter said with a wink.
He half-squinted his eyes, and Winston's fingertips had just the right amount of pressure, and he felt comfortable.
"Really? Do you really want a special service? Say thank you to her."
Hunter crooked his mouth, and Winston came again...
"She said my voice was nice, I'll just respond politely!"
"She's not lying about that. You have a really nice voice—especially when I'm giving you a special service."
Winston leaned down, almost on Hunter. His hands went down, buttoning Hunter's sweatpants and pulling down.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Special service."
Hunter trembled, they tossed for so long on the night flight, and now they are coming again
Hunter suspected that he was dying in his twenties.
"Don't you want it?" Winston said seductively in Hunter's ear.
"Yes! Of course!"
Dare I say no
When Hunter was groggy, he heard someone whispering against him: Your voice is the best I've ever heard.
After two days in Moscow, they left for Sochi.
The Sochi circuit is part of the Olympic Park, with views of the mountains and sea along the way, with a total of nineteen turns per lap.
This time, the Marcus team and the Mercedes-Benz team stayed in the same hotel.
When Hunter met Ciel in the hotel lobby, he pointed four fingers at each other.
Ciel's expression changed immediately, and he pushed up his sleeves, looking like he was going to punch someone.
And the teammates next to Ciel quickly grabbed him: "Hey, Ciel, what's the matter with you?"
"Didn't you see that gesture Evan Hunt made just now?"
The teammate was inexplicable: "I saw it! He didn't give you the middle finger, you don't need to be so excited, right?"
"He means he's going to beat me for the fourth time at Sochi!"
Teammates looked bewildered.
Hunter, who walked into the elevator, looked at Ciel's expression and smiled inwardly.
It's a pity that the Ferrari team's hotel is not here, and since this is the first race of Winston's rematch, he should stay with his team.
The Sochi circuit received mixed reviews, with some media and fans saying the race was boring because there were no good overtaking spots. But drivers who have actually raced the circuit know that the wide corners here can have many interesting and unexpected results.
And Hunter's initial pit stop strategy in this game is a stop.
The media were excited because there were so many things to watch in this game. First of all, what kind of results will Hunter, who has won the championship in two consecutive races, get in this race? And whether Winston, who retired due to injury, can return to form in this race. And Owen and Ciel, how will they perform
In the pre-match predictions of many media people, they all said that this would be a peak matchup.
Compared to the nervousness of the race in Malaysia, Hunter's performance before free practice was quite calm.
He drives smoothly and, judging from the lap times, he's in good shape.
When Hunter finished the free practice session and everyone was about to call it a day to go back to the hotel, Hunter saw Winston talking to someone very intently on the side of the track.
That person was not a Ferrari staff member, nor was Winston's teammate, but Chen Mobai of the Lotus team.
This oriental man has a calm and lazy temperament, especially when he talks on the sponsorship billboard, he has a pleasing temperament.
What really surprised Hunter was Winston's reaction. He nodded occasionally, and even expressed his views without hesitation.
Hunter thought it was very strange, when did Winston meet Chen Mobai
By the way, Winston was very optimistic about Chen Mobai before, and he also reminded himself to pay attention to Chen Mobai who played in place of Enzo in the race in Malaysia.
If it was Chen Mobai's first fight in Formula One, how did Winston learn about the opponent's strength
Countless questions flashed through Hunter's mind.
The Oriental man opposite the track seemed to sense Hunter's gaze, his eyebrows raised slightly, and there was an indescribable deep meaning in his smile.
Provocation, this is definitely a provocation!
The most important thing is that when Chen Mobai turned his face to continue chatting with Winston, Winston's attention was completely attracted, and he didn't notice that Hunter was standing opposite them.
This made Hunter's heart feel inexplicable.
At night, Hunter was lying on the bed playing games as usual, but upgraded from a mobile phone to a tablet.
When Winston entered the room, Hunter was still lying there, not looking up at him.
Winston took off his coat and walked to the bed.
When Hunter felt a shadow covering him, he turned to his side and leaned to the side while holding the tablet.
Winston didn't speak, laying on his side beside Hunter directly and stroking his cheek with his fingers.
"What's wrong?"
Hunter did not speak.
"With your temperament, if I don't continue to ask you, you will be suffocated to death by yourself. Why don't you tell me directly, why are you angry?"
When Winston said this, Hunter felt a little ridiculous again. Winston has the right to make friends, and of course he can chat with other drivers to exchange experiences.
But... Hunter always felt that Winston was different to that Chen Mobai, as if he cared and respected more than others.
"Nothing, let's go to sleep. There's a qualifying match tomorrow."
Hunter felt he should be generous.
"Hunter, if you don't tell the truth, you may not be able to participate in qualifying tomorrow."
Winston's fingers hooked up the back of Hunter's sweatpants, and it was self-evident.
Hunter immediately pressed the other's hand sideways, and then he found that Winston was looking at his eyes very seriously.
"I... I saw you talking to Chen Mobai of Lotus Racing today. And they talked for a long time." Hunter replied.
"so what?"
Winston asked softly.
So... it was nothing!
"I looked at you for a long time, and you didn't even look at me. Then Chen Mobai saw me and raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, like this."
Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth at Winston, his left eyebrow weirdly twisted.
Winston bowed his head, leaned against Hunter's neck and smirked.
"why are you laughing?"
Don't you just laugh at my naivety!
"I'm laughing at myself," Winston replied.
"What are you laughing at?" Hunter asked in confusion.
"When I was in Dubai, I didn't know who you were texting with. I was uncomfortable for a long time." Winston raised his hand and fiddled with Hunter's hair.
"What?" Hunter was stunned for three seconds and suddenly remembered that Winston had asked him very seriously at that time if he was in a relationship.
"I've missed you for a long time." Winston's hand slowly went down the back of Hunter's neck, "You can't tell, do you expect you to tell that I'm not satisfied with who you keep texting with? ?"
Hunter snorted softly.
"At that time, I was jealous of Owen, and even thought about knocking him out on the track. But he was high-level and didn't give me a chance. Now you are not satisfied with Chen Mobai, just like I am not satisfied with Owen? You think you are naive, then I It's also childish."
Hearing this, Hunter felt embarrassed.
"But I don't mind that you don't like Chen Mobai at all, it's better to hate him so much that he hates him off the track." Winston said against Hunter's ear.
"Why?" Hunter sat up with a puzzled expression.
Winston raised his upper body with one hand and kissed him lightly on the lips, as if he was afraid to be too happy because he was worried that the gun would go off the rails.
"You haven't said why!" Hunter said seriously, pulling Winston's collar.
Winston bowed his head and smiled: "You never believe what I told you about your past life."
"Although I don't believe it, I like to hear it." Hunter said with his head half up.
"I lost you in my last life, Owen and Ciel retired one after another, and only Chen Mobai was my enemy."
Hunter saw deep loneliness in Winston's eyes.
It was as if the world was big, enthusiastic and unrestrained, but only Winston's heart was cold.
"Now he has too many hesitations and concerns, but he still has many technical advantages for us to learn. A good opponent can make us grow, learn what he is good at, and in turn become a weapon to defeat him, you Don't you find it interesting?"
"Does he really have great skills?" Hunter showed an unbelievable expression, and then said very seriously, "If that's the case, I will return all his greatness!"
Winston's smile became more pronounced when he looked at his sworn expression. "
"Oh... and he's the first guy to tell me to have fun."
"What?" Hunter looked confused.
Winston turned his face and kissed Hunter's lips: "Thanks for his reminder, I've decided to have fun in the future."
It was only the second day of qualifying, and Hunter felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Like meeting Donald in the aisle, the guy smiled brightly and embarrassedly at himself.
"What's the matter? Are you Saubers going to have a pool party in T-shirts after the game?"
"Pool parties are nothing..." Sauber waved away.
Then in the bathroom, Hunter met Owen again. This guy still looked like he was dying. Hunter was standing and pouring water. The guy even stretched his head and looked: "Ah! Little Hunter is quite cute!"
Hunter immediately tried to block it with his hands, but he was releasing water and couldn't stop it.
"You... what are you doing!"
"How could I forget, only Winston can watch it!" Owen said as he left with a smile, "Ah... I forgot, I didn't expect your hobby to be so... out of style."
Out of style? What is out of style
Hunter continued to be confused.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he met Ciel again.
The other party glanced at him, full of the contempt of the king, so that Hunter could only resist the impulse when he wanted to get more than four fingers... Because Ciel looked angry enough, Hunter didn't want to compete at all. He was beaten up before.
It seems that I vaguely remember a few years ago that Charles's ex-wife and a certain driver from a small team were better. Charles really started to beat them before the race, and Mercedes-Benz took great efforts to solve it.
Hunter didn't want to follow in the footsteps of others.
"I won't make you proud! I won't twist your waist!"
"Huh?" Hunter was stunned again.
Why are you twisting my waist? I don't want to watch it at all!
Passing by a beverage machine, I happened to meet Chen Mobai of Lotus.
He was holding a bottle of drink and turned around, again with that half-smile expression.
This was the first time that Hunter could see this oriental man clearly at such a close distance, and his languidness revealed a sense of strength.
"Hey, Hunter."
"What's the matter?" Hunter stopped and looked at each other.
"Who do you think will be the champion of this race?"
Unexpectedly, Chen Mobai's English is very standard, but he has a calm taste.
"Me." Hunter remembered what Winston had said, he must make Chen Mobai suffer in this race.
Chen Mobai smiled: "Oh, wait and see."
Hunter didn't talk much to the other party, turned around and left.
The qualifying round of this station kicked off in a self-consciously weird atmosphere in Hunter, although Marcus and the technical officer felt it was normal.
Hunter felt the boiling competitiveness in the first quarter. Every driver seemed to be holding his breath, and Hunter even suspected that this was not qualifying, but the final lap.
Hunter was only fifth after qualifying in this quarter, with Ciel temporarily first.
The second round was still murderous, and Hunter gradually realized that everyone seemed to take Winston as a standard and wanted to surpass him, even Donald's guy was stubborn. But Winston has always played steadily, and the lap time is guaranteed to be in the top three. Hunter dropped Chen Mobai from the fifth PK and came to the fourth place.
There was still no respite in the final qualifying session. Even the commentator said that the qualifying competition at this site was very fierce, and the ranking was unpredictable. Seeing that Winston had dropped to third in the qualifying by fifteen minutes, but in the last few minutes, he pushed too hard and overwhelmed Owen and Charles to take the pole position.
Ciel ranked second, Hunter in third, followed by Owen and Chen Mobai.
The race will start in three hours. Hunter is trying to find a place to smoke a cigarette. Who knows what Charles and Owen are talking about.
"Damn, how the hell did you get Winston on pole!" It was Charles, his voice sounding like he was going to be angry.
"Hey... Didn't you get the pole position?" Owen's voice was still as lazy.
"Can it be the same? I tried my best!"
"I did my best! The task of chasing Winston is up to you!" Owen patted Charles on the shoulder and said very solemnly.
"You're not worried at all?"
"What's there to worry about? If you lose, it's a big deal to sacrifice yourself! It's also a very novel experience!" Owen replied.
Hunter tilted his head, always feeling that there was something everyone knew but only he didn't.
Owen saw Hunter as soon as he turned around and waved his hand with a smile: "Hey, Little Hunter!"
As soon as Ciel saw Hunter, all expressions were put away, and he snorted softly.
"Ignore him, he's just so unfriendly."
Hunter knew that anything that came out of Owen's mouth would be a lie, so he chose to continue looking for a place to smoke.
But when he came to a corner, he found Winston sitting there already.
He supported the stairs with his hands and raised his head slightly, as if imagining every turn of the Sochi circuit.
Hunter came to him quietly and sat down, turning his face to look at him quietly. I don't know why, looking at his profile, Hunter will feel quiet and strong inside.
"You're going to just look at me like this and do nothing?" Winston asked with his eyes closed.
Hunter smiled, took out his cigarette, and bumped his elbow lightly: "Sponsor a lighter."
"Didn't you say that you're going to use kisses instead of cigarettes?" Winston asked softly.
Hunter showed a smile, stood up, came to the other side, leaned down, turned his face sideways, and gently touched the other side's lips.
"that's it?"
"You said it. This will make you think of me on the track, run to the finish line, and end the race earlier so that you can kiss me earlier." Hunter said with squinted eyes and a smile.
The other party stretched his arms around his waist and said without too much force, "Okay."
"Are you nervous?" Hunter asked, leaning his chin lightly on the other's head.
It's not Winston's style to be nervous or anything.
"Because this time I must win the championship." Winston replied with a smile.
"Oh... I feel like Owen and Ciel are stressed too."
"It's not them that I want to win, it's you."
After Winston finished speaking, Hunter's heart was hit.
Yes, the time has finally come for him and Winston to take on each other.
The force extending from his heart seemed to break through his fingertips and go in all directions.
As the race started in Sochi, the drivers took their places, and Hunter looked at the red Ferrari ahead and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel.
"Hunter, you are in a good mood!" The voice of Marcus came from the radio, with a hint of ridicule, as if he was no longer nervous to the point of myocardial infarction, which made Hunter regret.
"Because Winston is in the rematch!" Hunter's voice was full of excitement.
Marcus looked at Shen Chuan helplessly and said, "Doesn't Winston's rematch mean that the probability of winning the championship is lower?"
Shen Chuan smiled slightly and said, "For Hunter now, the track is more like an amusement park. A good opponent can make him more enjoyable and happy."
Marcus smiled and shook his head.
The race at the Sochi circuit began with a tense atmosphere of galloping horses. For the first time, the media, who once thought this track was too calm, changed their minds.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: You have a nice voice.
Hunter: Really
Winston: It's different when I kiss you and when I go in.
Hunter: …