A business event or a charity dinner or something, for Vann Winston, it's like drinking a cup of bad English tea, he can look polite as a gentleman, but ignore everyone.
Ferrari's charity dinner was a crowd-pleaser of brightly lit, eloquent PR managers and marketers juggling major sponsors and potential sponsors, and he was like the most delicate billboard.
Everyone wants something at this dinner party.
Maybe it's attention, maybe it's money, maybe it's connections.
The woman's grumbling voice sounded from behind Winston.
"Hunter... why are you still playing with your phone?"
"Oh...then what should I do?"
The voice between the teenager and the young man sounded, as if someone suddenly handed a glass of water after being drunk, and when he nodded, he smelled the aroma of lemon.
"Go chat with those sponsors! Let them know you, maybe you can get more advertising endorsements based on your earnings at Marcus... "
"Hahaha... I didn't even get the points, who would give me a chance to be an endorsement?" the boy named Hunter laughed loudly.
His voice was casual, as if it was normal for a racer to never score points.
Not self-pity, with a trace of inexplicable calmness.
Winston, clinging to the wine, turned around.
The young man was wearing a suit that didn't fit well, and his low brown hair covered his forehead, which made him look a little childish compared to the men in the banquet hall who had all their hair combed up.
Winston can only see the tip of his nose from this angle, and his hands are holding the phone, his fingers moving quickly, and he looks as if he's driving Formula One. Winston turned his face to the side, trying to see the young man's expression, but he didn't look up once.
"Then you can't just keep playing mobile games like this! Socialize with other people! You're wasting a great opportunity!"
"Okay, okay... tell me which driver you like? I'll take you there... although I don't think any of them will talk to me."
"You..." His female companion looked up, then bumped his arm. "Hey! Hey! Vann Winston from Ferrari is watching you!"
"Huh?" Hunter still didn't look up, "Dear Miley, he must be looking at you, not me."
Miley looked over again and found that Winston's eyes had shifted elsewhere, listening to what the Ferrari team's public relations manager had to say. Everything just now was an illusion.
The dinner continued, listening to similar words and looking at similar expressions, Winston was already a little tired, but his face was still indifferent.
Don't approach strangers.
The only difference was the young man who was leaning against the dining table and playing with his mobile phone.
He seemed to be out of this world.
What was it that attracted him
Maybe because it was really boring, Winston walked in his direction, came to his side, glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and turned out to be Xiaoxiaole, which was not even interested in middle school students.
And such a game, he played for more than an hour.
What kind of long-term lover would be addicted to such an antique game to this day
Just as Winston was about to pass him by, the fire alarm in the banquet hall went off.
Everyone raised their heads and remained silent for less than a second. Someone shouted, "It's on fire!"
The women in long skirts lifted their skirts, and the men dropped their wine glasses and rushed to the exit of the banquet hall.
"Don't squeeze everyone!"
Winston stopped, looked around subconsciously, and saw no smoke, and even the air was still filled with the fragrance of champagne and red wine.
Reason told Winston that the fire alarm might have been triggered accidentally.
And the exit has been blocked by frightened guests. Even if I used to be in the past, I just squeezed in and couldn't get out, and it was prone to stampede accidents.
The young man beside him who was addicted to the game finally raised his head and looked at the constantly flashing fire alarm.
Winston finally saw his eyes, they were innocent silhouettes, their head half-upward, as if searching for something in the sky.
"Millie!"
Winston only felt his hand being pulled over by the other party, his hand was firmly held by the other party, and he rushed towards the crowd.
"It's on fire! Let's run!"
The young men rushed forward desperately, and soon they were overwhelmed by the crowds.
Winston could obviously break free, but when he felt the strength and temperature of the other's fingertips, he subconsciously tightened his fingers and clasped the other.
He looked at Hunter's back. This young man could squeeze into the crowd, but he couldn't fully integrate into the crowd because he was pulling him.
At this moment, a woman's roar came from behind them: "Damn Evan Hunter - you left me and ran away by yourself!"
Turns out your name is Evan Hunt.
Touching his lips lightly, he recalled the name subconsciously in his heart.
"What?" The young man finally realized something, turned his face with difficulty, and saw Miley looking at him angrily from two or three people away.
She raised her hand and gave him a clear middle finger.
Winston thought Hunter would let go, so he let go of his fingers too, but the hand that was holding him pulled forward even harder until his chest hit him.
"Oh..." Hunter's eyes widened, "I actually dragged Vann Winston from Ferrari?"
Miley's scolding came penetratingly: "Evan Hunter! I'm finished with you! It's completely finished!"
Hunter sighed and whined in a voice that only Winston, who was leaning against him, could hear: "Speaking as if we had started..."
Winston wouldn't say an apology, because it was Hunter who caught the wrong man, not him.
The guests all left, Winston felt his wrist tighten, and the other party even held his hand.
Only this time, Hunter's footsteps were a little more calm.
Winston was thus pulled out of the crowd by the opponent.
That night, the wind was on the way. Hunter leaned against the streetlight and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He was holding the lighter, and his hair was raised, as if to lift Winston's eyes.
"You knew just now that you were pulling the wrong person, why didn't you let me go?"
There was a hint of transparency in Winston's voice.
After finally lighting the cigarette, Hunter closed his eyes and seemed to take a sip of enjoyment, and when he opened it again, he looked in Winston's direction.
His eyes were bright, giving Winston the illusion that he was going to burn the widest world with the smallest force.
"Because Miley is already mad at me, I can only hold you a little longer, or I will lose money." He smiled and passed the cigarette in his hand, "Do you smoke?"
"Thank you, I don't need it."
"You know you have a nice voice? But it's like being in a bottle and locked up," said Hunter with a smile.
Winston didn't care about the other's comments, but pointed to the position of the eye socket.
"Your eyes are a little blue."
"Oh, you said that!" Hunter smiled heartlessly, leaned in Winston's direction, and said with a hint of pride, "In the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, my teammates beat him up. ."
"Why did he beat you?"
"Because I didn't stop Penny, he wanted me to press the car for him."
"Have you been trapped by Penny?"
"Why am I being trapped? Can't I be driving in front of Penny?" Hunter showed a dissatisfied expression.
"If you don't get caught, it's even less likely to push your teammates. Because Penny is ahead of you in qualifying, you haven't passed him yet."
"Okay okay... The essence of Formula 1 is to surpass, even if my team is weak, my level is not good, my car is terrible... I don't want to push other people's cars, I want to surpass the people who are running in front of me, Even one is fine." Hunter smiled helplessly, "Isn't it naive?"
"Won't."
"Van Winston is such a gentleman."
"Not because I'm a gentleman, but because I think so too."
At this moment, the voice of Winston's assistant Annie sounded.
"Oh my God, you are here! Mr. Miller is looking for you!"
"Okay, I'll be right here."
Winston turned around, only to find Hunter watching him step back, mouthing "goodbye."
After a few steps, he turned and left.
"Winston, were you chatting with that... a driver too?" Annie asked in surprise.
"Well." Winston followed Annie back to the banquet hall.
I saw Hunter again in the next race. He chased the start from the middle and rear sections and won the sixth place.
That night, Winston was in the room reviewing this race. He subconsciously paid attention to the Marcus team's car. Hunter's tangent and cornering were smooth and beautiful. Winston raised his hand on his chin and subconsciously squinted. Open your eyes.
After watching the video of the entire game, Winston suddenly felt a little hot and wanted to go for a walk near the hotel.
As soon as he walked into the lobby, he heard the Sauber team's Donald laughing and chatting with his teammates.
"Hahaha! That silly boy Hunter, I took him to a bar today, he had a nice girl, but that girl had a very fierce suitor, and he was almost beaten up!"
"No way? Can Hunter beat the opponent?"
"The other side is a rugby player!"
"I wipe! He's so unlucky! Where is he now?"
"Smoking outside, hahaha!"
Winston walked past Donald and came to the door of the hotel.
The night wind was very cold, and Winston thought he was just taking a walk, but he found that he couldn't restrain himself from subconsciously searching for every faint red dot or every figure suspected of smoking in the dark.
Finally, on the steps in the shadows, he saw Hunter sitting there.
His back is not as strong and masculine as other drivers, on the contrary, he still has a bit of youthful frailty.
"You have a great game this time." Winston came to Hunter and sat down.
"Really? Maybe I'll stop at the next stop."
There was a self-deprecating smile in his voice.
"Will not."
After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Hunter looked at Winston and said amusingly: "Hey... this is how you comfort me, just say no? Usually it's not that you are great next, who will you surpass? , you will one day reach the level of Owen and Shire or something?"
"I'm not sure who you can surpass, or whether you can reach the level of Owen and Shire, I just don't think you'll stop there." Winston's voice was calm.
Such calm calmed Hunter's mind.
"You don't seem like the kind of person who comforts people." Hunter smiled, "Even if you came to talk to me, no one would believe it."
"Why do you think I wouldn't want to talk to you?"
"Because you are already a first-class driver, talented enough to compete with Owen and Shire. And I am the tail of the crane, and I am lucky to break into the top six occasionally."
"Anything else?" Winston asked softly.
"Also, you are always cold, and you don't want everyone to come near me, and you can't enter my field. Even sponsors worth billions and billions of dollars can go there with a nod of their heads. , let alone a nobody like me?" Hunter seemed happier the more he spoke.
"What about other reasons?"
"The media said that you are a rare noble gentleman in Formula One. I am neither a noble nor a gentleman. We are very different."
Hunter stopped for a few seconds, and Winston remained silent and did not intend to speak.
"Hey... shouldn't you say two words? Like... I'm not what you think or something." Hunter tilted his head.
"I can't change the thoughts in your mind. When you understand, it will naturally change."
"Haha..." Hunter laughed, his soft forehead trembling gently in the night, "Are you so rigid in everything you say? If those female fans who adore you know that you are so dull and boring, they will definitely not do it again. fan of you."
"You're not my female fan," Winston replied.
"Okay, okay… smoking?" Hunter took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Winston.
"Cigarettes can refresh your mind, but they're not good for your lungs."
Hunter shook his head helplessly: "That's true. A self-disciplined guy like you must not smoke or drink alcohol, sleep at a fixed time, get up and exercise every morning, and stick to your living arrangements until the second day after day."
Hunter was about to take the cigarette back, but the other party took it. And Winston actually had a lighter on his body, and lightly lit the cigarette.
He just took a sip, and there was a hint of elegance in his casual manner of breathing the smoke ring.
"Oops... My cigarettes just burned out... I haven't had two puffs yet!" Hunter threw the cigarette butt into the trash can regretfully, and then clapped his hands.
Winston beside him stared silently ahead, the cigarette between his knuckles.
Hunter smiled: "Forget it, if you don't smoke, don't force yourself, or give it to me."
"Yeah." Winston turned sideways and handed the cigarette in Hunter's direction.
At that moment, Hunter's hand supported the steps, leaning in Winston's direction, and just as he was about to withdraw the hand holding the cigarette end, his lips were put up.
It was like an illusion, his lips seemed to touch Winston's fingertips, or maybe they didn't, just because the temperature was too close to make him have an illusion.
The fingertips were almost burned, and Winston froze there, feeling some force nudge the cigarette butt lightly, and the moment the cigarette came out of Winston's finger, he subconsciously wanted to grab it, but Hunter But he has straightened his back.
He put his pockets in his pockets and stood up with a smile.
"Hey, thanks. It's very comfortable to be with you. You're not at all as cold and difficult to get along with as the media and other drivers say."
Hunter turned to leave.
Winston was still sitting there, unconsciously remembering the feeling of the cigarette leaving his fingers... He suddenly realized that it was the tip of Hunter's tongue.
The apparently slow heartbeat suddenly rushed upwards as if it was on fire.
Winston took a quiet breath, stood up, and walked back to the hotel.
The next race is even more intense.
Winston and Penny went head-to-head, and the two were fiercely competitive.
What Winston did not expect happened, Penny's car lost control, his tail spun around, and he was about to slam into Winston's flank. Under such circumstances, Winston knew that in this way It is impossible for him to dodge completely, even in an instant, he calmly judges to minimize the damage.
At that time, another car came up from behind, the other side directly withstood Penny, and Winston passed smoothly.
Until his car had entered the next corner, Winston suddenly realized that the car belonged to the Marcus team... and with the distance from the other side, it was impossible to avoid Penny!
The depths of his mind seemed to be severely cut by a sharp blade, and the pain spread from his brain all the way to his fingertips.
He still judged calmly, tried his best to adjust his breathing, and ran to the finish line as quickly as possible.
He overtook Shire in a thrilling turn, started chasing after him, passed Owen at the hairpin, and won that race.
Scuderia Ferrari manager Miller's voice trembled with joy.
"Great! Winston! You did a great job! Irving has always been good at this track, and you surpassed him!"
"The car that's holding up Penny... who's driving it?"
Winston's voice was flat and cold to others' ears, but only he knew how desperately he wanted that answer.
"Ah! Speaking of which, thank you for it! Otherwise, you won't be able to win this race!"
"You haven't told me who that is."
Winston tightened the steering wheel.
"It's Evan Hunter of the Marcus team. You're so lucky, this young man has been chasing behind you, and when Penny's brake pads have a problem, he just runs up!"
"It wasn't my luck. Did he get hurt?"
His nerves were tense.
On the track, any bad accident could happen, and Winston had already prepared for it.
But at this moment, he was inexplicably frightened.
"No injuries. I also saw the young man climb out of the car by himself. The front suspension of his car was completely damaged, so he retired."
"I see, thanks."
For the first time, the post-match media interviews made Winston extremely impatient. There was no warmth in his eyes, and answering the media's questions was so concise that everyone present felt chills.
The media, shrouded in inexplicable pressure, ended the interview earlier than Mr. Miller thought, and Winston got up and left quickly.
Even if Mr. Miller shouted his name from behind, he didn't hear it.
When he got out of the taxi and was about to walk quickly into the hotel, he saw Hunter walking out of the small supermarket across the road with a Coke bottle.
There was no dejected expression on the young man's face. He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, then closed his eyes and burped, exhaling in relief.
When he crossed the road and found Winston standing in front of him, he paused.
"Hey… Winston."
The other party smiled and was about to walk past him, as if everything that happened on the track had nothing to do with him.
Winston didn't know why he was so impulsive. When he woke up, he had already pulled Hunter over.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
Hunter's back slammed into his arms, and Winston let go.
"Why do you do that during the race?"
"How to do it?" Hunter looked confused.
"Block Penny for me." There was no expression on Winston's face.
"Hey... I was chasing after you all... I just couldn't control it... "
"You can get behind Penny and me, but you can't control it?" Winston asked rhetorically.
There was a strength in his voice that lifted all the cover and ran over all the excuses.
"I... just got lucky to get to that spot, but I wasn't so lucky, just happened to have Penney's brake pads broken..."
Hunter smiled helplessly, and his smile made Winston suddenly feel a little pain.
But I don't know where the pain is.
"Is it hard for you to be honest?" Winston asked.
Hunter stood there, turned his face away, and was silent.
After this silence lasted for more than ten seconds, the young man finally sighed.
"Okay...I didn't expect that I would do that, but I was already on top when I reacted. From a positional perspective, if you get flicked by Penny, there is a high chance of you being injured. And I... at most the front suspension is reimbursed, but the chance of accidents is not high.”
"I'm not on the same team as you," Winston said.
"I know, I know we're not a team. Maybe I'm being sentimental, thinking I've spoken to you, even if it's a friendship. You don't have to think so much... keep being Vann Winston, chasing the driver ahead of you All right, why bother with what's going on behind you?"
Hunter is leaving again.
Winston held him tight again.
"Of course we have a friendship."
"What? You and I... have a relationship?" Hunter looked incredulous.
"We talked, didn't we?" retorted Winston.
"Of course... But if you have spoken to you, even if you have friendship?"
"Do you think I've spoken to a lot of people?"
"should not."
"So talking to me doesn't count as friendship?"
"… oh." Hunter scratched his ear with his fingers.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Where did you learn your tricks for hooking me
Winston: How you flirted with me, I just flirted back in the same way.
Fat Melon: So this episode is about how Hunter unknowingly grabbed Winston in his previous life, and the sweetness is just right, so he won't put glass slag in it, don't worry, big guy, hahaha