It turned out that the woman named Annie was the life assistant assigned to Winston by the Ferrari team.
"Ah... nice..." Hunter envied Winston.
He also wants a life assistant.
When the car was parked downstairs in his apartment, Hunter suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have said where his home was from beginning to end. Why would Winston know
"See you in Montreal," said Winston.
It was the same cold voice as when dealing with the media, but it seemed to be different in Hunter's ears.
"Okay, good night."
Hunter went upstairs.
Montreal? By then Winston was racing down the track and he could only watch...
Suddenly I feel very regretful, why can't my performance in the previous game be better
Assistant Annie watched Winston's expression in the rearview mirror as he drove the car.
His expression was slightly cold, and he couldn't see joy. He was sitting in the same car with her, but there was an insurmountable distance.
Evan Hunt... It seems that he is a new driver who has just entered F1 this year, right? Did you get points for the first three stops? How on earth did he meet Winston
Winston would call himself to pick them up, explaining that they only had the car at the time.
But as far as he knows, Winston seems to have never let anyone in his car, not even to a dinner party without a female companion... Being alone makes people wonder if he has autism.
"Do you really like that Evan Hunter?" Anne regretted it after she asked.
The team manager who hired her had said that Winston's personal life should never be interfered with.
But according to her observations over the past year, Winston has no so-called personal life at all. Not to mention flying all over the place during the Grand Prix, and even in the off-season, his life is extremely regular, as if he does not need to socialize.
"Yeah." Winston replied softly.
Annie drove the car out of an S shape.
Did Winston say "um" just now
"Huh" to agree with what she just said
Does he have a crush on that young man named Evan Hunter
And Hunter, who is back at the apartment, is excited!
Who can believe it! Vann Winston is now his friend!
He ran laps around the room, reliving in his mind everything that had happened from the first time he spoke to Winston to the night.
And then... He tilted his head a little incomprehensibly...
Why did Winston notice himself? There are also those words he said, such as "I want to fuck you", "if it is the underwear you wear ten million dollars," and so on, although the expression is still the same, but it is completely the same as that described by other people on TV People are different!
The bodybuilder in the next room is working with his woman again.
Hunter really wants to move his bed in a different direction... No, he also wants to find a girlfriend to roll the sheets day and night to see who can keep who can't sleep!
Well... Since you can't sleep, harass someone.
Hunter called Blue, a high school alumnus who was also his friend.
"Hey... Hello, I'm Blu..." Blu seemed to have fallen asleep, and his voice was lazy.
But Hunter wasn't guilty at all, and disturbing his dreams was his favorite thing to do.
"Hey, Blue, I have something to tell you!"
"… Hunter… Are you abroad? Why are you calling me at this time?"
"I'm in New York."
"Damn it! You don't know what time it is in New York? Tell me, what the hell is wrong with you! Could it be that you are about to quit F1? It doesn't matter, you can come to my hip-hop classroom!"
"I'm not quitting yet... just to tell you something... I met a very, very famous racer in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix."
"Oh? And then?" Blue's voice sounded disinterested.
"When I came out of the bathroom door, he said my pants were not pulled up, and he pulled them up for me himself." Hunter automatically ignored how he attacked Maddie with a water grenade.
"Ah? Pull up your pants for you? What are you doing?" Blu seemed to sit up, and the sleepiness in his voice dissipated.
"Nothing, he just called my name."
"So you called me up just to hear this?" Blue wanted to hit Hunter in the face with his phone.
"Then when I was shopping in the supermarket, my credit card maxed out, and he helped me pay the bill. He also advised me not to buy underpants from the supermarket because the quality was not good." Hunter automatically omitted the difference between M and L.
"That's good. Although I don't know you very well, he must also know that you are a driver. It makes sense for you to buy a ticket for you. Then what?"
"And then... we met at a charity dinner, and he paid $10,000 for my baseball cap."
"Then... he really gives you face... and there must be more money than you."
"He does make more money than I do. But do you know what else he said? He said that if it's the bottoms I'm wearing, ten million dollars will do? Do you think it's weird?"
"It's really weird if you don't know each other very well. Of course, if I become a billionaire someday, I'll use the same joke to make fun of you, hahaha!"
"My jeep broke on the way home."
"I told you earlier to replace your broken car! Sooner or later it will leave you halfway!"
"Then I bumped into him again and he took me to the Ferrari test track and let me blow out his sports car..."
"Damn it! What sports car does he have?"
"Of course it's also a Ferrari..."
"Then do you want to pay?"
"Need not."
"This dude is so arrogant! Did you have shit luck, boy?"
"… so it was just luck? I asked him why he was so… so nice to me?"
"Why?" Bruce was also curious.
"He gave three reasons. The first is that one day I will be a top driver like him, and the second is that he wants to soak me up..."
"Hahaha... After so long, it turns out that you were spotted by other men! Be careful of your lower back!"
"So... you also think he meant that to me, right?" Hunter became nervous, recalling the other words Winston had said, did he really mean something to himself
"Didn't you say there's a third reason? What's the rest?"
"He wants to be my friend..."
"Ahahahaha! This guy's way of making friends is really ups and downs, and he is ingenious! It must make your heart tremble, right?"
"You mean he wants to be friends with me?"
"Why not? Do you really want to fall in love with you? You look cute, but you're not too out of touch, right? Your character is even worse! It's bad luck to be your friend. You roll the sheets, and your heart will collapse!"
"Hey! Are you still my brother?"
"Yeah! It's your brother who tells the truth... But wait, his posture, he really feels like he's chasing you!"
Blue's voice was full of malicious schadenfreude, but Hunter sensed danger.
"Then... Then I have to find a way to avoid him... " Hunter scratched his head.
He doesn't have any friends in Formula 1, and it's hard to find someone willing to approach him. Hunter really feels reluctant.
"Who's that dude?" Blue asked.
"Van Winston..." Hunter was thinking about something, and accidentally said Winston's name.
"What? Vann Winston? You mean Ferrari's 'Speedy Ice' Van Winston?"
"Yeah. I'll keep my distance from him in the future..."
"You lunatic! If it's Vann Winston, none of those three reasons are valid!"
"why?"
"You're a top driver - it shouldn't be a game. Vann Winston's tune is that he doesn't eat human fireworks, looking at him is like looking up at the Alps! If he wants to soak you, it will feel like a mudslide in the Alps. !"
"What kind of metaphor are you talking about! He's the Alps, and I'm the mudslide?"
"Isn't it? How can someone like him who is at the top of his life want to be friends with a waste like you?"
"Because of loneliness and loneliness, do you want someone to accompany you?"
"Okay. Okay, bro! Vann Winston actually took the initiative to talk to you? Next time I get a chance, I'll take a photo with him!"
"Wait, do you think he really wants to be friends with me? Not what about me?"
"Yeah? Otherwise, what do you really expect him to do to you?"
Hunter showed a big smile.
"Okay! Go to sleep!"
"Hey, just go to bed? You haven't told me what Winston said to you!"
No matter how loud the voices of the men and women in the next room were running errands, Hunter had a beautiful smile on his face.
The back-to-back tense schedule continued.
Hunt flew with the convoy to Montreal.
On the plane, Maddie's guy always looked like he ate rotten eggs.
Hunter touched his chin, thinking that if he hadn't been kicked out of the team, this guy probably wouldn't have a good face.
After getting off the plane, it's night practice.
Hunter watched them lap the track lap after lap, but he was thinking of the night he and Winston drove the car to a blowout on the Ferrari test track.
Crazy without any scruples in speed, but enjoying the sense of control in direction of derailment at any time.
Now that McGrady and Luke are the core of the team, he seems dispensable.
Hunter came to a no one's corner and took out a cigarette.
Every game he needs to use something to cheer himself up. He couldn't appreciate the mellowness of coffee, so cigarettes became the first choice.
But smoking is bad for your heart and lungs, so Hunter only smokes one in moderation at a time.
He squints, enjoying the sensation of the nicotine invading his brain along his bloodstream.
No matter what the sound of the engine was, it had nothing to do with him.
"Give me a sip."
The cold voice sounded in his ears, and the curling cigarette seemed to be the fusion of ice and fire.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
a few days later
Hunter: Bleu...he really didn't want to be my friend, he really thought of me as an Oreo, he was that glass of milk!
Blue: What does the horse mean
Hunter: He's going to soak me!
Blue: I… modify what I said earlier. The way this dude makes men is really ups and downs and unique!