Only in the first corner, the competition between Winston, Shire and Hunter made the audience break into a cold sweat.
Obviously Hunter was chasing Charle very closely, but he was cut off by Owen at the big third corner, and the wheels of the two cars had to touch!
Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth. I have to say that Owen's overtaking was level.
After a few laps, the drivers in the back were not to be outdone, and Hunter was locked and chased by Chen Mobai.
The brake master nearly pushed Hunter out of the white line at Turn 16.
Hunter held back his strength, he had to win over this guy who made him unhappy when he laughed!
In the next few corners, Chen Mobai's overtaking was extremely threatening. Hunter's nerves were like countless filaments being tightened, running with super power, without giving Chen Mobai any chance.
On the contrary, every attempt to overtake made Hunter know more about Chen Mobai, his technique, his braking control points entered Hunter's mind like data. The most important thing is that this guy can make a different overtaking attempt at the same corner every time. All that Chen Mobai is good at will eventually become the weapon that Hunter uses to surpass him!
After a few laps, Hunter was so excited by this guy that he wanted to run laps. He could finally understand why Winston said that after Owen and Ciel, Chen Mobai became his only opponent.
"Well... Winston's opponent is no one but me!"
Hunter once again blocked Chen Mobai's overtaking at corner 18. He knew that just defending Chen Mobai was useless. This tough guy should be left to those who were overtaken by him!
In front of him was Ciel who was crushed by Owen. Hunter pulled the corners of his lips and pointed four fingers at Ciel in his heart.
His slick line at Turn 7, coupled with the delayed braking control he learned from Chen Mobai, nearly passed Ciel.
The current Ciel was well-prepared for Hunter, and he blocked Hunter's best line for the next few laps. He showed Hunter his strong defensive skills. Ciel was getting faster and it was clear he wanted to take his place back from Owen.
As for Winston, he was in such a good state today that it was called "Doomsday", and Owen, who was following behind him, also had itchy teeth.
Even the spectators could feel the gunpowder smoke permeating the race. Every part of the Sochi circuit seemed to be full of variables.
Hunter and Chen Mobai pitted one after another to change tires. Before this race, Shen Chuan's engineer team made improvements to the pneumatic wrench and changed the soft tire in 2.7 seconds, becoming the fastest tire change in this race.
After leaving the station, the two still maintained their rankings. And Chen Mobai's overtaking of Hunter became more and more intense.
Hunter, on the other hand, was chasing after Ciel in front of him, and quickly opened the distance between him and Chen Mobai.
At the almost right-angled corner on the 13th, Hunter attacked Ciel, and drew a beautiful semicircle at such a corner, volleying Ciel, and the audience was shocked. Hunter overtook Ciel and walked away.
God knew how much he wanted to stretch his fingers at Ciel, but he was so angry that he would bite his fingers off, so he had to give up.
Hunter was full of power, and smiled in his heart: "I wish Chen Mobai and Xia'er love each other to the end!"
And Owen in front is chasing each other with Winston. He has just passed Winston in less than half a lap, and will be overtaken by Winston. Such a high-level contest will drive the audience crazy.
After the race, the audience unanimously commented that every corner of the Sochi circuit was full of spectacle and suspense.
Owen failed to overtake at the second corner, and followed Winston into the third corner. Unexpectedly, the mantis catching the cicada oriole was behind, Winston stabilized the line, but Owen started a contest with Hunter in the corner.
Hunter's braking was extremely bold, the centripetal force was about to throw his neck out, but he was calm and parallel to Owen after the corner, and the track was burning.
Owen gritted his teeth to control the line, but he was still strongly intercepted by Hunter at the exit. Hunter took the lead out of the corner and ran to Winston in front.
At that moment, Mr. Cacho in the media booth was excited: "Hurry up beautifully!"
Even Irving had to admit that Hunter's blow was superb and decisive.
Two laps later, Hunter finally met Winston at Turn 3.
In this corner, Hunter beat several opponents, and his heart beat faster and he was very excited.
Winston didn't mean to block Hunter's line at all, but continued to lead with speed and braking.
The corners of Hunter's mouth were crooked, and Winston's open embrace followed him to attack, as if to say, "come on, baby."
At the sharp turn of corner 5, Hunter and Winston braked almost at the same time. At this near-right-angle corner, the tires of the two cars seemed to make a sharp noise with the ground, and Winston exited the corner earlier with a slight advantage. .
This made Hunter feel as if he was being held down by Winston and could not lift his waist.
This competition continued for three laps, and the audience exclaimed again and again as the two battled.
Finally came to the 13th and 14th corners, Hunter held back his strength, Winston's driving looked very atmospheric at first glance, but Hunter could feel his handling of the car and the track. The level of fit between them is extremely high, which is not just driving, but more like an art of wandering on the edge of losing control.
Hunter boldly overtakes at turn 13. Winston is almost forced into the inside corner by him. The air heats up rapidly, evaporating heat and burning the last reason. Hunter feels that he has grasped the moment at the last moment. A fleeting opportunity, rushed in front of Winston!
"Oh!" Marcus raised his hand, so excited that he jumped up.
But at the next corner, Winston went straight into the center of the corner, then swerved hard, and then rushed out first.
Hunter felt the speed of Winston whizzing past him, and he finally realized that his overtaking just now was actually counted by Winston.
It felt as if he had finally rolled over onto Winston's body, and was pushed down by the man before he even took a breath.
"Shit." Hunter cursed in a low voice.
Next, the two cars continued to refresh the best lap times of the race like crazy.
The track seemed to be unable to withstand their extreme speed and cracked.
"It feels like flirting..." Mr. Cacho said suddenly.
"Huh?" Audrey Wilson on the side looked over.
"Lip and tongue, both want to take the initiative and enjoy the satisfaction of each other's excitement because of their own skills." Cacho touched his chin, "Don't write it in your column, I'm just joking." Finally rushing into the final straight, rushing forward at the speed of the car bursting the cylinder, dragging the world's attention, and splitting the track.
The two cars crossed the finish line with a slight gap, and Winston only led Hunter by less than half of the body.
"Oh!" Marcus finally exhaled.
Hunter felt that the red figure was beside him, keeping pace with him, and the sense of satisfaction seemed to burst his heart.
Winston stretched out his hand in Hunter's direction, and Hunter extended his arm.
The distance between them seemed to be completely crossed at that moment, and the air was superfluous.
Hunter imagined Winston's fingers clasping him, his fingertips, his palm, everything that made him want to get out of the car and hug him.
I finally got close to you in the game with you!
When they stood on the podium, Hunter showed his signature smile, because he was happy, he was really happy, although he could beat Winston by a little bit, but Hunter was just happy.
This is not the first time Winston has won the championship, but every time before, he has a cold expression of "this is not a big deal, why are you shooting so hard", but at this time he is shallow smiling.
Hunter only felt that his shoulder was hurt by Winston's pressing.
Ciel ranked third, and the fourth place was not Owen but Chen Mobai of Lotus.
The second-place points move Hunter up to fourth in the overall standings. This is an achievement that has never been achieved since the team was established.
It was supposed to be the media visit time after the race, but the Ferrari team couldn't find Winston, and Marcus was also having a headache where their Hunter went!
"Maybe you've been smoking somewhere?" said the PR assistant.
"What kind of cigarettes! He's not addicted to cigarettes and only smokes twice before the game!"
"Go to the bathroom?" said the technical officer.
"Have been on for half an hour?" Marcus raised his eyebrows, "Did he fall into the pit?"
"Kiss with a beautiful girl?" said Assistant Engineer Amanda uncertainly.
"Why didn't he kiss you? Aren't you the number one beauty in the engineering team?"
"It sounds so reasonable, but I can't find a reason to refute it..."
At this time, Hunter was kissed almost breathlessly by Winston.
The tip of his tongue was hot, and Hunter suspected that he was about to be crushed and rubbed into his body.
He was just passing by an employee-only studio, and suddenly someone behind him grabbed his mouth from behind and dragged him into that room.
The moment the door was locked, he bumped into a row of cleaning supplies, and it was a bit overwhelming when the row dragged down, but someone stood in front of him, dragged him into his arms, and kissed him frantically.
The way the tip of the tongue is curled, the unbridled strength of sucking, Hunter doesn't need to open his eyes to know who the other party is.
Hunter was terrified by such a violent outburst of emotion in the past, but now he felt nothing but ecstasy. Because he knew that, just as he was ecstatic that he and Winston had finally reached the same height, Winston could not help but be excited that he was finally at his side.
Hunter just kissed back lightly, as if he had driven Winston insane, and the other party lifted him up and pressed him hard against the wall, regardless of what was crushing on him.
The kisses went too far, and they were pleasing each other in a dark space with no lights, and everything beyond the door had nothing to do with them.
Finally when the crazy enthusiasm was suppressed, they hugged each other and breathed.
Hunter kissed Winston's cheek, the other side hugged tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you really want to come here?"
"If you want to, then you have to plan how to take me out." Hunter replied with a smirk.
"Then don't mess around anymore." Winston buried himself in Hunter's neck, as if his heartbeat was like a wild wave that still couldn't calm down.
Hunter hugged each other and suddenly remembered how excited the man was when Winston said he was only behind his car the last time, and even thought about releasing himself in the restroom of the race.
The phone, which had long been dropped on the ground, vibrated pitifully, displaying Marcus' number.
Hunter muttered "No" in his heart, and bent down to pick up the phone.
"Hey, Marcus..."
"Where did you die! Only answering the phone now!"
Hunter didn't have to see him to imagine the expression on his face at the moment.
"I'm just lost..." Hunter said casually with a reason that even felt ridiculous to himself.
At this moment Winston kissed his cheek and ear, wiped off what was left on him, and put his pants on for him.
"Lost? Why didn't you say you passed out in the ambulance!"
Eh? This is really a good reason, why didn't I think of it just now
"Go."
After leaving here, Hunter was nostalgic for this narrow space where his hands and feet could hardly be used.
By the time Hunter rushed to Marcus, the media interview was halfway through. Hunter's performance in this race is still eye-catching, but the face of the team manager, Mr. Marcus, is stinky.
Hunter was originally worried that the reporters would attack him because of his lateness, but he didn't expect them to be very patient. The reason was that Mr. Cacho, who was interviewing on the spot, said: "I heard that the Ferrari team couldn't find Vann Winston. Yes. Maybe they're exchanging experiences and sharing the joy of reuniting on the track."
As a senior media and F1 professional commentator, Mr. Cacho is very influential in the media.
And Mr. Cacho also asked the first question on behalf of the media present: "It's more than half an hour, it seems that your communication with Winston is very thorough and thorough?"
Although it was a half-joking question of enlivening the atmosphere, Hunter's face turned red, and after being photographed by the media, fans were about to start popping pink bubbles again.
After the media interview, Hunter heard that the drivers of the other teams were very sorry that Hunter did not pass Winston.
That night, Hunter was leaning on the head of the bed and chatting with Donald and Owen by text messages, while Winston next to him was reading a very obscure stream of consciousness novel that Hunter could fall asleep with just a glance.
Donald: Hey, Hunter, can't you just run a little faster for half a second
Hunter: Huh? You didn't make the top five, what does it matter to you whether I can win the championship
Owen: Knowing that you are the most threatening opponent to Winston, I will let you and help you suppress others.
Hunter: Hey
Owen: Ciel vomited next to me again. He also said that he knew that he would send you a ride, and he would not argue with you.
Why does Hunter think everyone's style of painting is weird
He bumped the other with his knee: "Wow! Winston! How unpopular you say you are among the many drivers! Everyone expects me to beat you!"
"Maybe it's because I've won too many times. They expect you to create a new pattern." Winston replied.
Hunter blinked: "Are you complimenting me?"
"Am I narcissistic?" Winston approached Hunter and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Hunter had thought the kiss would last longer, but it ended in a short while.
Then the phone in his hand was taken by Winston.
Hunter knew that this guy had been unhappy with his chatting with Owen, but it was annoying to just take away the phone so quietly.
"Hey—you don't steal my phone!" Hunter turned sideways and stretched out his arms, his fingertips were about to touch it, but Winston threw it mercilessly on the bedside table.
It glided a diagonal line and nearly fell to the ground.
"Okay, I don't have to steal your phone. I'll steal you."
"Huh? Steal me?"
Hunter realized suddenly that Winston's other hand had come in at some point.
"Ah! Don't grab it!"
"I didn't grab it."
Hunter was pushed over, and he was really concerned that the bed they were sleeping on would end up the same as the one in his apartment.
There was still a media event the next morning, but Hunter buried his head under the covers and pretended not to hear the frantic ringing of his phone.
Winston sat leaning beside him, dipping his fingers into his hair slowly.
"Hunter, it's time to get up."
"There's no one in the quilt!" Hunter replied unhappily.
"Is that so, or I will lift the quilt and face the air again?"
Hunter's ears immediately turned red, and his skin was burning from the hit between his legs yesterday.
"I don't want to get up." Hunter tightened the quilt.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Winston's voice was soft, itching in Hunter's ears.
"Just got up yesterday!"
Winston's lips drew rounded arcs and kissed each other across the quilt.
It's a pity that Hunter was finally dragged up by the PR manager and assistants sent by Marcus.
The media event went on for a long time, ending just before dinner.
Hunter yawned, and received a text message from Donald on his phone: Hunter, the bunny party tonight, the location has been sent to your phone, just once, never miss it again!
Hunter rubbed his eyes, did he think he was wrong
This guy Donald is out! Had a bunny party!
Hunter was so excited that he grabbed the phone and walked around Shenxi three times.
"Hunter, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm going to a very fun party tonight!" Hunter said while pressing Shen Xi's shoulder.
"Is it fun? Will everyone go together?"
"No, no, I'll just go!"
"Hunter... I think your brain is broken." Shen Xi said.
"Anyone has a bad brain in front of a genius like you!"
Hunter ran away and just came to the door of the passage, and then he remembered something and sent a text message to Winston: Donald invited me to the bunny girl party, I really want to go, promise not to mess around!
Then Hunter was a little nervous, would Winston let him go
His worries proved unnecessary.
In less than ten seconds, Winston replied: "Have fun."
"Aha? Had a good time?"
Hunter tilted his head, suddenly feeling that he was not valued by the other party.
Did Winston trust himself too much? Or has the status declined
But... leave him alone!
Bunny Party! Bunny Party!
I'm coming!
Hunter came to the hotel Donald said.
The hotel looked new, and Hunter had just walked in the door when the waiter greeted him eagerly and took him to the presidential suite on the top floor.
Hunter called Donald: "Hey! I'm here! Open the door!"
Hunter remembered the last pool party, and the Sauber girls were still in good shape.
When the door opened, there was no light in the room.
Hunter paused. Could it be that Donald is playing tricks on himself
"Surprise!"
The moment the lights came on, Donald's face appeared, and Hunter was shocked!
The guy in front of him was wearing a black tights, and the muscular lines from the shoulders to the waist were very obvious. Unfortunately, Hunter couldn't appreciate it, and the lower body was also black leather pants. Hunter felt so angry.
Looking up again, seeing two furry bunny ears on Donald's head, Hunt couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Donald... you... what are you doing!"
"Play as a bunny girl!" Donald said "I don't want to, but I can't".
"Don't tell me the bunny party of your Sauber team... is it all like you?" Hunter suddenly had a bad premonition.
"This is not a party for our Sauber team, it's a party for you." Donald clapped his hands, and the room behind him suddenly brightened.
Donald turned slightly, Hunter caught a glimpse of the bunny tail behind his leather pants, and really felt that his three views were broken.
"Welcome to the Rabbit Kingdom. Hunter, you are the king today."
Owen's joking voice sounded, and Hunter looked at the guy who was dressed exactly like Donald, wearing black tights, leather pants, and bunny ears, and felt that he was in the wrong world.
"You... what do you want? What King Rabbit... " Hunter felt like he was about to stutter again.
"Bunny party! Baby, we're all your bunny!" Owen opened his arms to hug Hunter.
Hunter thought he must be dreaming. When his chin rested on Owen's shoulder, he was horrified to discover that even Charles was wearing bunny ears.
There were other drivers sitting on the bed, all dressed as rabbits. There are Renault's Penny, McLaren's Duchovny, Williams' Colter, Force India's Maiden... Almost the top 15 drivers in this race are here.
"You...you had fun...I...I..."
Hunter felt he must be dreaming, and he needed someone to kick him hard.
"Why do you think everyone is fighting to get ahead in this game?" Ciel asked in a vicious voice.
"Championship!"
Isn't this the answer of course!
"It's because Winston said that if he can win the championship after his comeback, everyone will dress up as a bunny girl and throw a party for you!" Ciel collapsed.
Hunter was dumbfounded, Winston said he was going to throw a bunny party for him, he didn't take it seriously, but now... it couldn't be better!
This wasn't the bunny party he wanted!
The rabbits have seen it, but they are all male rabbits!
"You said that if you kidnapped Winston, we wouldn't have to do this!" Penny said.
Penny is an evergreen in Formula 1 and has always been low-key. I didn't expect him to be involved.
"You... you can ignore him!" Hunter was speechless.
"Why not? He emailed each of us! He said if he lost, he would wear bunny ears to take pictures of everyone!" Donald said with a smile.
Hunter knew that Donald would agree to this challenge, because this guy has no lower limit! It doesn't matter if he wears a bunny and bunny tail for a walk, just in case Winston doesn't win the championship he can take a picture of Winston's bunny ears!
Owen is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and Ciel is definitely challenged with an impossible character... As for the others, they probably have the same idea as Donald.
It's just that the eyes are full of "strong" rabbits, and the beauty is lost.
"Where's Winston..." Hunter asked.
Isn't the initiator not present
"He said he's here and you can't get up," Donald said.
But the problem is... Winston can't get up with these muscular guys!
"Since you're here, enjoy it!"
Owen did not know where to get a pair of bunny ears and put them on Hunter's head.
"Hey...I don't want to wear this..."
Before Hunter could finish his words, he was held down by Ciel.
Others came to Hunter's side. Owen got a selfie stick from nowhere, stretched it out, and with a snap, he took his phone back and sent a photo.
"Hey! Who are you sending it to!"
"Winston!" Owen replied with a smile.
"Don't!" Hunter reached out to stop it, but didn't stop it.
Then he was lifted up and thrown on the bed.
"You... what are you doing!" Hunter was dumbfounded.
"You are the Rabbit King! Of course you have to sit on the king's throne!"
Clearly, Irving is the rhythm jerk.
At this time, Donald was about to untie the bow on his neckline, and Hunter's whole body was hairy with a smile.
"You... what are you going to do?"
"Let's take turns striptease for you!" Donald stroked the stubble on his chin and made a Marilyn Monroe pose. "Am I not sexy?"
"Sexy you!"
Hunter quickly got up.
At this time, Owen knelt down beside Hunter on one leg, smiling more cautiously than Donald: "Since you're here, enjoy it! Where else can there be such a special bunny party!"
At this time, Owen was about to lift the hem of his tights, revealing a strong waist line that belonged to a racing driver.
Hunter felt that if this continued, he would have a psychological shadow on the bunny girl party!
He had just turned sideways to kick Owen away, but the guy ducked first and stood there laughing.
At this time, everyone else climbed up and surrounded him, and Hunter couldn't hide anywhere.
"Okay! We're not Winston, and we can't do anything to you! Can't you have fun like us with bunny ears?" Owen said leaning against Hunter.
At this time, Donald's teammates walked in with a beer: "Everyone, drink as much as you want! It doesn't matter if Lafite is in 1982! It's all on Winston's account!"
"I get crushed by him every time! This time I have to drink it all back!"
At this point, Hunter finally believed that it was a party and not some new trick to play tricks on him.
Just as he was about to reach for the beer, he was held down by Ciel: "What beer do you drink? Drink more milk!"
Then everyone laughed.
"Yeah, I suddenly found out that Hunter is the youngest among us!"
"That's why you are the most loved!"
Hunter's face was about to become angry, and he was about to take Owen's beer, but the other party avoided it.
"No! Hunter isn't twenty-one years old yet!"
"This is not America!"
"Drinking is not good for growth! Hunter can still grow taller!"
"The car has a lot of weight when it grows taller! This height is just right!" Hunter tried desperately to grab the beer, but was pinned down by Ciel next to him.
"Can't you be more honest, kid?"
"Hahaha, because we both promised Winston won't let you drink, which is also the condition that he won't come to see us make a fool of himself." Owen said.
"Never mind a bunch of male bunnies! Not even beer—what kind of a party!"
Hunter's dissatisfaction soared to the extreme.
"Don't worry! The mother rabbit is here!"
Owen clapped his hands, and at this time the other door of the suite was opened, and several blond and tall Russian beauties walked in with various sodas.
Hunter's eyes straightened.
"You can't drink beer, but you can drink sparkling drinks!" Owen patted Hunter on the shoulder and comforted.
Hunter cried with joy, this is the real bunny girl!
"You can look, you can drool, you can wiggle in your head, but you can't touch it!" Owen reminded.
Hearing it again, it's a ragged rule set by Winston!
"Isn't it okay to touch the rabbit's ears or tail?" Hunter showed a regretful expression.
Shouldn't the ears and tail be touched
"That... Donald, you texted Winston?" Owen said amusingly.
Hunter suddenly reacted at that moment, this "bunny party" is tantamount to Winston's declaration of sovereignty in the industry!
Hunter has a feeling that he won't be able to play happily ever again.
This kingsize bed is their seat, and everyone crowded together to watch these plump and beautiful Russian girls perform all kinds of exciting shows.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Well, I got experience with wedding parties.
Hunter: A male rabbit...
Winston: Yeah.
Hunter: We still don't get married...