Hunter's eyes widened in anger.
"I think yours is cuter than the chocolate Nicky sent." Winston's voice was light, but like a cello string being slowly tensioned, there was a hint of ambiguity in the deep.
Hunter's feeling couldn't have been worse.
"Drink water," said Winston comfortingly.
"Oh..." Hunter took the glass, but Winston's next sentence almost broke him.
"You had a great voice last night."
Winston turned his face to the side, his hair slowly slipping from his ears, his eyelashes were too close to him, as if to poke at his eyeballs.
Hunter nearly squirted the water.
"Your voice is also very nice!" Hunter replied unhappily.
"Or so, at Sochi, if you can beat me, I'll give you a better voice."
Winston's chin was half up, his eyes an unconditional fascination with Hunter.
Hunter's heart was dragged into Winston's eyes.
Winston's voice... a deep, hoarse, sexy voice... Hunter almost reacted again when he remembered the sound of his breathing in his ear last night.
At this time Winston got up, and a fire burned deep inside Hunter.
"Okay, I've seen your striptease before. You said you wanted to make a better sound for me. I want to know what kind of sound it is!"
At this time, Hunter had one hand on his knee, the other leg was spread out, and the leg of his pajama pants fell. Winston only turned his head to look at it, and then turned away.
Hunter is annoyed, what does it mean if you don't say a word
This game is sure to make you look good!
In Hunter's little excitement, the free practice session at the Hockenheim circuit kicked off. Due to the connection between the straights and gentle curves of this track, Shen Xi adopted a stiffer suspension adjustment, and Shen Chuan also led the engineer team to reduce the downforce.
Hunter surprised Marcus in the free practice session by running the fastest lap.
This also made the entire team look forward to his qualifying.
When Hunter passed through the tunnel and left with the team, he happened to bump into the Lotus team.
After the excellent performances in the first two stops, Chen Mobai has become a regular lineup of Lotus. This is an opponent to watch out for.
Hunter remembers the guy passing Irving in the last race.
When the two passed by, Chen Mobai still smiled with such a meaningful smile.
Hunter suddenly thought, why didn't this guy attend the "Male Rabbit Party"! If he also wears bunny ears, he can just make fun of him.
"Are you wondering why I didn't wear rabbit ears?" Chen Mobai asked.
"Eh?"
"Because Winston has the ability to catch up and I also have the ability to compete with drivers including at least you, Owen and Charles. My odds of winning are less than one in five, so I won't agree to Wins because of face issues. The challenge." Chen Mobai left with a smile.
It sounded reasonable, but Hunter was speechless.
Then Hunter bumped into the Mercedes-Benz team again, and Charles deliberately pretended not to see Hunter and was about to walk over, but Hunter had a bad intention and took him by the shoulders, pretending to be familiar with him.
"Did Winston bet anything with you in this match?"
"No." Charles pulled Hunter's arm down.
"what a pity."
Suddenly, Ciel tucked Hunter's head under his arm and pressed him hard: "Stinky boy, do you really think you can beat me in this competition?"
Xia Er looked at Hunter coldly, which made Hunter feel the murderous aura of this senior for the first time.
"I don't know if I can still win you, but I told myself I must win you."
From this angle, Ciel couldn't see Hunter's eyes, but Hunter's voice was solemn.
"It's about the same." Charles released his arm and pushed Hunter's back. "If you can beat me in this stop, I'll buy you a beer."
Charles raised his chin.
Hunter stood there looking at him, smiled and touched his nose: "I suddenly understand why you have known Owen for so many years, but you still can't completely turn your face with him."
"why?"
"Because you're afraid of loneliness! With a junior like me, you won't be lonely!"
Hunter ran away.
Xia Er was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed his face: "What are you talking about, stinky boy!"
Just when the media thought there was a conflict between Ciel and Hunter, they saw Hunter turn his head at the exit and look at Ciel grinning wide, while Ciel shook his head helplessly.
Mr. Cacho, who saw this scene, also laughed: "This kid..."
The second day's qualifying was a tough fight. The "humiliation" of the bunny girl in the last race made the drivers try their best to get a good qualifying position.
Even Shen Chuan, who was sitting in front of the screen, could feel the collision between the tire and the ground and the endless sense of strength.
In the first quarter of qualifying, Winston maintained the lead, and the drivers of each team continued to refresh their best lap results. In the eyes of the audience, this is not like a qualifying match, but more like a competition for who can fly to the sky first. Hunter and Winston were already in a state of decisive battle. The two cars rushed on the straight with the momentum of crushing each other, and then slowed down at the same time in the corners. The tacit understanding between the speed and the line made the audience nervous. I felt a tension from the bottom of my heart. At the end of the quarter, Winston temporarily took the lead, but Hunter was second by a narrow margin, followed by Owen and Shire.
Hunter could feel that Owen and Shire had not fully exerted their strength in the first quarter, and they were completely watching the show. This made Hunter slightly unhappy.
Before the start of the second quarter, he deliberately gave Sharby four more fingers, meaning "Do you want to be overtaken by me for the fourth time?"
Sure enough, Charles went crazy in qualifying in the second quarter and ran the fastest lap, beating Winston and Hunter. Irving was close behind, narrowly ahead of Hunter. Hunter suddenly found that his ranking was actually in line with that Chen Mobai, who had an uncomfortable smile and never wore bunny ears!
How is this possible
Remembering the feeling of being bitten on the lower back by this guy last time on the track, Hunter immediately focused and passed Owen.
"You said that before qualifying in the second quarter... did he provoke Ciel?" Marcus asked Shen Chuan who was not sure.
"It seems so... Then he has to have a position in Ciel's heart to provoke this great white shark."
"Are you comforting me?" How much Marcus wanted Hunter to be at peace.
"... That's right."
In the third quarter, the game continued to be in a state of anxiety. Many spectators stretched their necks when the players were cornering. Just hearing the sound of the approaching engine, they subconsciously stood up. This qualifying even featured four cars following the corner.
Even the narrator was half-open and didn't know what to say.
Finally, at the end of qualifying, Ciel took the pole position, Winston was second, Hunter was third, Owen and Chen Mobai were next.
Hunter returned to the team, took off his hard hat and exhaled.
Four hours later, the race will begin.
"Boy, is the goal of this stop a championship?" Marcus wanted to touch Hunter's head, but Hunter's hair was wet with sweat, and he gave up the idea.
"Of course." Hunter smiled.
"Hunter... Although it's not good to ask you this before the race is over, the Australian race after this race is the last race... Will you still stay in our team?" Marcus said with a serious expression ask.
"Where do I go if I don't stay here?" Hunter raised his head and gulps water.
"For example, Ferrari or Mercedes, and McLaren and Red Bull, it's your choice."
"So what? Our contract hasn't expired yet, isn't it?" Hunter said with a "don't understand what you're worrying about" look.
"The liquidated damages are not worth mentioning at all for those big teams."
"Hahaha! You finally realize my worth now! You must give me an annual salary increase next year!" Hunter patted Marcus on the shoulder.
"Are you really not leaving?"
"Where to go? If a driver wants to be outstanding, he needs to have an outstanding opponent. Winston is at Ferrari, Owen at Red Bull, Shire at Mercedes. I won't go to my opponent's team, I don't want to because of the so-called strategy and tactics Or compromise with the overall planning of the team. Here, there is a team of mechanics and engineers who treat me as a soul, a public relations manager who tolerates my waywardness, and you, a team manager who is always worried about me. I know very well that for you I'm not a commodity, I'm your achievement," Hunter replied.
Marcus' eyes were a little hot.
He also returned Hunter with a hug.
"Okay, let's finish this and the next with the best lineup!"
"certainly!"
Hunter suddenly groped on Marcus' body.
"Hey hey hey! What are you doing, stinky boy!"
"Tsk, find a cigarette! You look so serious, it makes me nervous!" Hunter said with a smile.
"Stop touching it! I'll find it for you!"
Marcus found a cigarette from Mark, the instrument engineer, and handed it to Hunter.
"Don't run away!"
"I know! I know!"
Although I always feel that the technical officer should give Hunter the final guidance before the game. But Marcus faintly felt that Hunter no longer needed such guidance.
He has mature judgment and an understanding that he has developed with the team.
More than the big teams, Marcus believes they are a whole.
Hunter sat in a corner, stroking the cigarette lightly with his fingertips, not intending to light it at all.
"Are you here waiting for me to kiss you before the game?" Winston sat down beside him.
Hunter smiled nonchalantly: "I'm imagining, after I beat you, what you call a nice voice, how nice it can be."
Winston supported the steps with one hand, leaned towards Hunter's ear unhurriedly, raised his chin halfway and said, "As long as I lean against your ear and say it, don't you think it sounds good?"
Hunter's stomach sank from the heat between his lips, and he smashed him with his knees, but was blocked by Winston.
The other party smiled lightly, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were extremely sexy.
"So what if I beat you again?" Winston asked, stepping back a little distance, looking at Hunter with his chin propped up.
"Then I'll give you a present." Hunter replied.
"Gifts? For me, nothing is a gift other than packing yourself for me," Winston replied.
There was a clear air to his voice.
"Oh, in that case, I'll never be able to give you a present." Hunter clapped his hands and stood up, just as he was about to leave, Winston grabbed his calf.
"Why not?" Winston looked up.
Looking into his eyes from this angle, it was as if he was about to fall.
"Because..." Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm already yours. How can I give myself to you twice?"
Winston bowed his head and smiled, turning his face to kiss Hunter's calf through Hunter's thick racing suit pants.
The blood and feeling all over his body rushed in that direction, and the tip of Winston's nose rested lightly on Hunter's calf, his eyes closed reverently and persistently.
"I won't let you beat me."
"Try it."
Hunter took advantage of the opponent's fingers to let go of his steps and walked away.
When the race came, Hunter looked at Winston diagonally ahead and smiled.
Looking back on myself when I just entered Formula 1, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it to the point, the depression in my heart and the hesitation about my talent, now it seems like an ignorant child asking for trouble.
At that time, the name Vann Winston seemed like a distant myth. At this time, he was so close to that guy. The drivers he once admired and longed for, such as Owen and Charles, were all around him.
Never before has Hunter realized that he really is already one of the top drivers.
"Marcus, I'm going to rush," Hunter said.
"it is good."
When all five lights went out, Hunter held his breath as he sped up, smoothing through the first corner in third gear.
He did not rush to compete with Winston in front of him, but kept following, and beware of Owen behind him.
Honestly, the feeling of being locked into prey by a top driver is really novel, and Hunter has been an overshooter rather than a defender in most situations.
After the first corner, Hunter entered the second corner in second gear, braking and routing beautifully, and he threatened Winston a little.
The battle between Winston and Shire was also tense for the next six laps. He can lock down opponents while defending Hunter behind him, and Hunter feels he has learned a lot about his routing and cornering control.
On the straights, Hunter moved up to sixth gear and hit nearly three hundred and two.
He drew a beautiful straight line, as if to carve an indelible mark in everyone's heart.
If it was the previous game, Marcus would be so nervous that his heart would burst, because the end of the straight was connected to the hairpin.
In the past, Marcus would worry that Hunter was inexperienced and that the urge to win would cause him to lose control of the corners, but now Marcus understands that every time Hunter seems to take risks, he has a precise understanding of the entire track. planning.
Sure enough, he switched second gear beautifully into the corner, and the line was impeccable, even Owen, who was trying to pass, had to keep following.
It didn't take long for the drivers in the front row to pit in one after another to change their tires.
Hunter pitted after Winston, and Irving, who was in the back, temporarily led Hunter by a corner.
Hunter's eyes were always focused. He followed Owen closely. As the new tires adapted to the track, his lap speed continued to increase. At the same time, he also began a fierce confrontation with Chen Mobai, who was in the back.
Chen Mobai's control of delayed braking is perfect. If it is an ordinary driver, he must have been tortured to the point of nervous breakdown, as if he can't go beyond this guy's control of the braking limit.
But for Hunter, it felt like a provocation.
After the 12-second straight, they drove into the hairpin turn one after another. The confrontation between the two cars was particularly fierce. Chen Mobai and Hunter were on the verge of fouling, but Hunter remembered Winston's handling of the hairpin bend before and did the same. , allowing Chen Mobai to overtake himself in the first corner with a slight advantage, then use the shortest route to go straight into the second corner, and use his driving skills and powerful engine torque to exit the corner ahead of time.
Neat and beautiful, it is reminiscent of Feng Ren across the ice.
"Pretty—" Mr. Cacho in the audience applauded vigorously.
Hunter looked at Owen in front of him and smiled lightly.
It's your turn.
Hunter was very brave. He met Owen on a narrow road on the left corner. The two cars were almost crossing over. The angle between the tires and the ground was also very tricky, and sparks were scattered.
The spectators who knew the Hockenheim circuit very well were in a cold sweat, for fear that the two would have a flat tire.
Hunter adjusted the steering wheel at a large angle, used the time difference to turn in front of Owen, and after entering the straight, the speed soared again.
"Little madman..." Marcus said, biting his lower lip.
"If you don't let him catch up with Winston, of course he will go crazy." Shen Chuan replied.
Hunt's lap times continued to rise, getting closer and closer to Winston.
From the start of the game to this moment, Winston has already had several rounds of contests with Ciel. Winston is temporarily behind Ciel, but Hunter, who follows him, has entered the "stadium" area and is on this track. The most menacing corner was overtaking Winston.
This overtaking can be described as much-anticipated, focusing all eyes on it. Hunter and Winston entered the corner in first gear, and between the slow speeds, judgment and reflexes were like entering a time-space tunnel, which was divided into one grid by one grid. .
There is still a safe distance between the wheel and the wheel, but it always makes people feel that they are very close, and they will collide with each other at any time to destroy each other. The lines of the two are surprisingly close, as if they were copied by God.
In the end, however, Winston exited the corner early and nimbly moved into the next corner in 2nd gear. Hunter did not give up, always biting behind him.
In this race, Ciel's performance was so perfect that no one could surpass it after the track was built.
With more than ten years of glory, he has brought his level to the limit, attracting challengers one after another like gravitation, but he has always been at the forefront.
In the final lap, Winston and Ciel faced each other up to three times. At the last corner, with the aura that he would not hesitate to give up his current ranking and still hold his position even if he rushed into the buffer zone, Ciel delayed the braking to the last 0.01 seconds, and entered the corner in a thrilling manner, occupying the best line.
Shire, Winston and Hunter race to the limit on the final long straight, their final battle on the track.
"Oh-oh-" Mr. Cacho raised his chin.
The audience clenched their fists.
This is the closest the top three have come to this year's Grand Prix, and no one can be sure of their standings when they get close to crossing the line.
Marcus's palm pressed hard against his chest, waiting for the final result to come.
In the end, Charles won the race, with Winston in second and Hunter in third. Owen won the fourth place, followed by Chen Mobai.
Take a breath, this isn't the first time Hunter has been on the podium in a race, but the beating of his heart is still loud.
He originally thought that Ciel would show a happy expression, but his face was very serious, not as flamboyant as before.
When Owen passed by him, he rarely raised his arm and gave each other a tacit high five.
"Good job," Owen whispered in his ear. "Finally give those two guys some color."
"Be careful of what's behind you. I heard that you were chased badly by Chen Mobai from the Lotus team."
"You are also careful. Don't give up the championship position in the last race." Owen smiled lightly.
They are not the late kings, and Ciel once again proved his strength with this competition.
When the three of them took pictures, Ciel was very dissatisfied.
Because he was clearly standing between Hunter and Winston, but was forced to listen to their "whispers".
"You lost to me," said Winston.
At first, Ciel thought he was talking to him, and he wanted to say why Winston was such a stinky bastard, even if he lost to him, he still wanted to say that he won
Unexpectedly, Hunter, who was beside him, pursed his mouth: "That's good. Go back to New York with me, and I'll give you a gift!"
"You want me to go to New York to get a present? Who wins who?" Winston's voice sounded indifferent, but Charles knew that he could only hear it when he was speaking to Hunter.
"Then you can not!" Hunter shrugged indifferently.
"I said..." Charles glanced at Hunter, then at Winston, "in the next race, if one of you wins the championship, why don't you kiss and celebrate!"
I'm so bored! Taking pictures and accepting awards has to make do together!
"Do you dare?" Hunter gave Winston a really provocative look.
"Don't dare," replied Winston.
"Follow me." Hunter pretended to remind seriously.
"A lot of female fans want us to be together, and they should have new wallpaper materials." In a shutter sound, Winston replied.
Charles rolled his eyes.
Enough is really enough, he is clearly the champion, but he is extremely aggrieved in his heart!
Suddenly, I miss the scene of standing with Owen to accept the award and pinching the media behind my back!
When the race was over and Hunter returned to the team, Marcus hugged him tightly.
"Did you know that you are now fourth in the drivers standings?"
"Well, if I can win the championship in the last race, I can still rise to third!" Hunter touched his chin, "What a pity. If only I was so good when I first entered Formula One! "
"It doesn't matter, you will drive a new and more powerful car next year." Shen Chuan came over and gave Hunt a high five.
"That... After this game, I want to go back to New York." Hunter touched the back of his head, "It's something very important."
Marcuston paused, then smiled: "I know what it is. Go ahead."
"You actually know what it is?"
"Nonsense. Do you think I only care about your racing level and not your spiritual world?"
"Ah? I really thought so!"
"Stinky boy, you are looking for a smoke!"
Under the dazzling results of Hunter, the Marcus team entered the final race preparations with high enthusiasm.
Winston accompanied Hunter on the plane back to New York.
It was daytime when the plane took off, presumably because he couldn't do the "night flight" thing, Winston fell asleep with his face turned against the back of his chair.
Hunter knew that Winston was still dealing with business matters on the way to the airport. Now he needs a good rest.
Hunter knew that when he fell asleep on the plane, Winston would be watching him. And this guy doesn't like Hunter wearing a blindfold when he sleeps on the plane, because he can't see his eyes, so he's booking more night flights. At this moment, Hunter looked at Winston's sleeping profile, very little.
Winston's hand was clasping Hunter all the time. When Hunter turned sideways to see Winston more clearly, Winston immediately opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing? Looking at you like this, my neck won't get tired." Hunter said with a squinting smile.
"You look at me like that and feel like you love me," Winston said with a small smile.
"I have always loved you very much." Hunter replied without blushing.
"Be careful I drag you to the bathroom."
"Okay. You must come out before the plane starts to land." Hunter continued to be shameless.
Of course, in the end Hunter just stayed in his seat until he got off the plane.
The moment they walked out of the airport, the familiar air and atmosphere made Hunter close his eyes and take a deep breath.
"Go back to your apartment first, or go to dinner first?" Winston asked.
"Eat first, of course!" Hunter rubbed his stomach, "It's not like you don't know that airplane meals have always been against my appetite."
"Okay." Winston smiled and nodded.
When the two were waiting in line for a taxi, Hunter found that many people waiting for the bus were looking in Winston's direction intentionally or unintentionally.
Even though the man was wearing a loose sweater, his whole body still showed an elegant temperament.
Hunter deliberately pressed his forehead against the other's back, and Winston turned his head and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"
"It's nothing. Your back is mine, you can confirm ownership."
There seemed to be a hint of a smile in Winston's breath, his hand turned back and grabbed Hunter's hand, his fingers embedded between Hunter's fingers and slowly raised, as if he was holding more than Hunter's hand, and his heartbeat and breathing.
"What are you doing?" Hunter squinted his eyes and found that everyone noticed their handshake.
"Your hand is mine, shake it to confirm ownership."
Winston's voice was indifferent and calm, but Hunter was inexplicably moved.
They are not well-known celebrities, but Winston's unabashed way of letting the world know about their relationship made Hunter excited.
Getting into the taxi, Winston asked Hunter, "Where do you want to eat?"
"There is a restaurant I really like, the cheese chicken rolls are very delicious!"
"Okay, let's go to the restaurant you mentioned."
It was a very ordinary restaurant, but there were quite a few customers.
Hunter and Winston chose a small two-seater seat by the window. Before Winston could say anything, Hunter had already ordered two chicken rolls, and there seemed to be countless little stars shining in his eyes. .
"You don't go to Australia to prepare for the last race, but you run back to New York. And..." Winston leaned back in his chair, looking at Hunter with his arms folded, "You said that if you lose the race in Germany, If you give it to me, give me a present."
The corners of Hunter's lips twitched and he looked out the window. His expression was calm, completely different from the usual teenager who seemed to have no troubles in his life.
"This is where my dad would take me to eat occasionally when my mother wasn't home. He used to say that the cheese chicken rolls here are the closest to what my mother made. Eating here is like coming home. the same."
Winston lowered his arms slowly and looked at Hunter.
"Winston, I know you're rich. Whether it's your income as a driver or as a businessman, I can't keep up. But I still want to get the most important thing for me before the last race. For you." Hunter turned his face and looked into Winston's eyes.
"Is it an engagement ring?" Winston asked.
Hunter was stunned for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "What? Proposal ring? Do you want that kind of thing?"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: I heard that Shire went to see a psychiatrist
Winston: Who said that
Hunter: Owen!
Winston: I heard that Shire confessed to Owen after drinking.
Hunter: What
Winston: Scared Owen to see a psychiatrist.
Hunter: Why is this happening
Winston: Probably because we abused dogs on the podium.
Hunter: I also like the idea of dog cruelty!