"So, we should drink to celebrate?" Hunter suddenly raised a smile.
"How do you want to celebrate?"
"Have a party?" Hunter said.
Winston looked at him and said nothing.
Hunter shook his hand and laughed even more: "Hahahaha! What time is it, what kind of party can we have? And with your expression, any party will be cold!"
"Yes. In the next race, if you can make the top five, I can organize a party for you." Winston's answer was beyond Hunter's expectations.
"I want a pool party." Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Can."
Hunter paused, then slapped Winston on the shoulder with his fist: "Then it's a deal. If I win you with shit luck, you're going to swim in the pool and show me!"
"Can."
"Hey, I said no swimming trunks, brother." Hunter smiled meaningfully and walked into the hotel first.
"There is nearly two weeks of free time between the end of the race at this stop and the next stop. What are your plans? Fly directly to the next stop?" Hunter asked while waiting for the elevator.
"I do not mind."
"Aren't you British? You can go back to England and have a rest."
"It doesn't matter where you rest."
"Then why don't you go to New York with me? My friend Bruce is going to form a team for a hip-hop competition, and one of his three-member team temporarily abstained, and I promised him that if he can get back, I'll take the place for him. Do you want to see it?" Hunter asked.
"You can dance?" Winston pressed his chin slightly.
"Are you kidding me? I dance so well!"
The two walked into the elevator, and at the moment Winston stood firm, Hunter suddenly lowered his waist and put one hand on the ground. There was no sound on the elevator walls, the elevator only shook slightly, and then with a spin, he stood up again.
The elevator door opened, Hunter faced Winston, and walked backwards: "How is it? Are you coming to see?"
"Okay," replied Winston.
"Huh? You said yes?"
"Then what should I say?"
"Criticize me for not doing my job properly or something." Hunter shrugged.
"You danced very well just now. Hip-hop dancing can also activate your muscles and exercise your coordination. Why should I criticize you for not doing your job properly?"
Winston's answer was calm.
Hunter smiled: "I'll book you a ticket! You can sleep with me! How about leaving tomorrow morning? Or do you need to inform the Ferrari team?"
"Let's go tomorrow morning."
"Haha, I just like how refreshing you are!"
Hunter thought that Winston's promise to go with him was just a courtesy, but he didn't expect it to be true.
And that night, Winston was sitting alone by the head of the bed.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was no light in the huge hotel room except for the bedside electronic alarm clock.
He half-raised his head and closed his eyes, the image of Hunter flashing past him with one hand on one hand kept repeating in his mind.
The hem of his T-shirt fell down, revealing most of the waist line, which was the muscular line of a young boy who seemed to be slender but full of strength after special training.
Until midnight, he finally lay down.
The next morning, Winston was waiting for Hunter in the hotel lobby with his luggage on his back, but ten minutes later, the other party was still nowhere to be seen.
He made a phone call, only to hear the voice of the young boy over there not knowing what to do.
"I'm sorry... I thought I would be able to pack up in ten minutes at most, but I couldn't fit it... "
"Which room are you in? I'm coming for you."
“1750…”
When Hunter opened the door with a big head, he saw Winston's expression without the slightest wave, and he couldn't tell whether the other party was angry or not.
"Where's the suitcase?" Winston only said softly.
"Over there..." Hunter pointed to the pile of boxes that were cluttered up and couldn't be zipped at all.
Winston came to the box on one knee, turned the box over, and poured out all the contents.
"that… "
Hunter's clothes, shoes, and other personal items were folded extremely quickly and put into the box.
"Wait! Those are my panties..."
"Unwashed?" Winston turned his face sideways, one of his fingers dangling innocently around its edge.
"Uh... boys don't like to wash, right?"
Hunter wasn't sure.
Winston folded them, put them in a plastic bag, and pressed them into the edges of the box.
"Go back to New York and wash up."
"All right… "
In this way, Hunter successfully caught the plane back to New York.
After getting off the plane, Hunt took Winston to his small apartment in a taxi.
"Well, my apartment is quite small... and it's quite messy, don't mind." Hunter smiled embarrassedly as he opened the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw pizza boxes piled on the table in the living room, and the half-drinked Coke was not cleaned up. I could smell the smell in the room.
"Ah! I remember! The last time I had pizza, I forgot to throw out the trash because I had to catch a plane!"
As soon as Hunt turned around, he saw Winston tilted his head and looked at him.
In any case, when a guest came to see such a messy scene, this person was still Winston. Hunter showed an embarrassed look, and immediately pulled the garbage bag and started to clean up the garbage.
"In this case, I should ask you to stay in a hotel." Hunter looked at Winston with some worry as he packed up.
"It's okay, it's your style." Winston put down his luggage, walked to Hunter's side, and neatly threw all the garbage into the garbage bag.
The living room was instantly clean.
"Thank you. Are you tired? Or go to my room to rest first? I'll clean up here." Hunter scratched his head.
"Well. Don't forget to wash your bottoms, or mold will grow."
"No way? Mold growth?"
"Would you like to try it?" Winston glanced sideways at Hunter, then opened his door.
"Don't try..."
Winston had an inexplicable majesty, allowing Hunter to do everything he was too lazy to do before.
Winston opened the door and walked into Hunter's room.
It's a boyish bedroom, but a little less than the average boy.
The sheets were blue striped, and when I lowered my head slightly, I could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent.
There is a small wall lamp on the wall against which the bed rests, and there are some models of Formula 1 race cars at the head of the bed.
The curtains are also blue striped, and when the sun shines through the curtains, it undulates and undulates, like azure sea water pouring into the room.
Winston was indeed a little sleepy, and he was about to put away his slippers when he suddenly felt that there was something under the bed.
Half an hour later, Hunter came in after washing his pants and found Winston lying on the head of his bed with a magazine in his hand.
Best of all, that magazine is his treasured dude under the bed!
"You… where did you find it?"
"Under the bed," Winston replied.
And the side he spread out happened to have a photo of a bunny girl in a very sexy pose.
"I can't imagine that you would read this kind of magazine, hehe... However, men should like to read them, right?"
"I don't like it," replied Winston.
"Ah? Then are you still watching?"
"I'm just researching what attracts you to this kind of journal."
With that, Winston handed the magazine to Hunter.
"Have you researched it yet?" Hunter sat down beside Winston expectantly, lowered his head slightly and asked curiously.
"No."
"Haha, what a pity!"
"Don't you pack it back under your bed? Without your playboy to support me, I'm afraid the bed will collapse."
"Hey, don't be afraid, I often take one or two books out for aftertaste, and I haven't seen my bed collapse!"
Hunter opened the magazine without any hesitation.
Winston turned straight to sleep.
After only turning two pages, Hunter, who had a long flight, also felt tired. After hesitating for a while, he decided to stuff the book back under the bed and lay back on his side, back to back with Winston.
After a while, Hunter let out a steady breathing sound.
Until a phone call woke Hunter.
"Hey! Hunter! Are you in New York? We're waiting for your rehearsal! When are you coming?"
Hunter rubbed his head and sat up.
"Ah? I'm already in New York... I'll be there soon... Eh, why did you fall asleep?"
While muttering, Hunter got up and found loose clothes and T-shirts from the closet, then looked in Winston's direction.
"I'm going to rehearsal! Let's go together! They'll be surprised to see you!"
"Surprise for what?"
Winston sat up.
"The world-renowned racing drivers come to see them dance!"
"Aren't you a world-renowned racing driver?" Winston asked rhetorically.
"I... hehe..." Hunter touched the tip of his nose.
"Let's go." Winston got up.
"Wow, your hair won't stand up when you take a nap?"
"Because I sleep more honestly than you."
Winston's voice just fell, and Hunter's laughter came from behind him.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Hunter shook his hand, "It's just that I suddenly feel that we are really friends."