Hunter took Winston to the place where he and Blue and a few other young people often practiced hip-hop together.
It was an open space near the basketball court in a block, and several young people could be seen playing on the basketball court.
Blue put the recorder on and waved excitedly when he saw Hunter.
"Great! You're here! I thought you were going to let my pigeons go!"
"how is this possible!"
"Why not? We have a game tomorrow, and you only have one afternoon to keep up with us! Don't hold us back!" Bruce turned his face to the side and saw Wens who was following Hunter. pause.
He was wearing a simple casual jacket, his legs were slender and straight under the jeans, his hands were in his pockets, and his face was indifferent.
"So... that's... Ferrari's Vann Winston?" Blue looked surprised.
Hunter proudly put one hand on Winston's shoulder and said with a smile, "How about it? I'll bring Winston to be our audience!"
"My God! When did you hug Winston's thigh! It's incredible!"
"Huh?" Hunter tilted his head, "I hug Winston's thigh?"
"This is just a metaphor! Brother, don't be angry! I'm just so excited that I don't want to say anything!"
"This is a very wrong metaphor!" Hunter snorted uncomfortably.
Several other teammates also gathered around, all talking about taking a photo with Winston or something, and took out the phone directly.
Hunter sighed: "Hey, although I have a relationship with Winston, you can't be so rude, right? I'm also a race car driver, why didn't you ask me to take a photo with me?"
"I haven't seen where you have been since I was a child? I'm tired of watching it for a long time! What are you taking photos of!" Bruce replied mercilessly.
Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Okay guys, time is running out. I can't practice alone!"
With such a reminder from Hunter, everyone finally returned to the venue. Hunter lifted his chin towards Winston.
"Look, although I haven't beat you on the track yet, this is definitely my strength!"
The music with a strong sense of rhythm sounded, and Hunter first stood side by side with Winston, watching Blue and the others perform the choreographed hip-hop.
Teenagers playing on the basketball court were attracted, and passers-by also came over.
There are several movements that require more arm strength, and Hunter is akimbo, squinting and watching seriously.
Their choreography not only reflects the rhythm of hip-hop, but also shows the strength and sensuality of men by swinging their hips.
Another action is to turn his face sideways, lower his head, and move his hands down his waist, which Bruce makes is very charming.
At the end of the song, Blue raised his eyebrows and looked in Hunter's direction.
"Hey, do you remember?"
"I remember most of it. You should take me a few times and it should be fine," Hunter said.
"Haha, I'm embarrassed to dance with Winston here watching us!" said Blue half-jokingly.
"Don't be embarrassed, you guys dance well." Winston's voice was flat without any hesitation.
"Hey, are you an old professor? You dance very well," said Hunter, deliberately imitating Winston's tone.
"But whether you dance well, I don't know," replied Winston.
"You wait and see."
Hunter's replacement is diagonally behind Blue. His ability to control the rhythm is very strong, the music sounded, and he immediately followed everyone's pace.
When Hunter followed everyone on the ground with one hand, he turned himself upside down, his legs threw a beautiful arc in the air, and his T-shirt fell, the taut and powerful waist from Winston's It flashed before my eyes.
Immediately followed by the hip-flicking action, Hunter followed everyone in a circle, and his hair was raised, reflecting a section of sunlight. Then he lowered his head, put his hands on his waist with everyone, and slowly descended, the originally fast-paced music was slowly and elongated at this moment. Hunter, who turned his face to the side, showed the lines of his neck, with a hint of greenness, but the shaking of his waist attracted a few girls on the roadside to take out their mobile phones.
"Ah! So sexy!"
"It's cute and sexy!"
After several practice sessions, Hunter carried the mineral water in one hand and hooked his fingers to the round neck of his T-shirt, and came to Winston. When he lowered his body and sat down, Winston could just see his collarbone.
"Will it be boring? Over and over again, the same thing," Hunter asked.
His palms were sweaty, and he did not unscrew them for a long time.
"No." Winston stretched out his hand, took the bottle of mineral water, twisted it lightly, and opened it.
"Ah, thank you!" Hunter raised his head, and the water poured into his throat, making a grunting sound.
The water he didn't have time to swallow drew a line along the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin. His throat was heaving, his eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes were still dripping with water.
After drinking most of the bottle of water, Hunter turned his face and found that Winston had been looking at him.
"I... what's wrong with me?"
"It's nothing. Your hip-hop is beautiful."
"Ha! If you say good dancing, then it is really good. But honestly, do you think it is me who dances better, or that male peacock from Blue?" Hunter's eyes seemed to twinkle with stars , looking forward to Winston's answer.
"Bru."
Winston's answer made Blue laugh at the side.
"Winston is fair! No favoritism!"
Hunter rolled his eyes.
After an entire afternoon of practice, Hunter lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.
The tight but not exaggerated abdominal muscles were exposed, and soon the hem of the shirt fell, and Hunter came to Winston with the mineral water swaying.
"Aha! I can finally go back! I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!"
"Um."
"Hey, why don't you ask me what I want you to eat?"
"Didn't you say it was a big meal?"
"...you're so boring."
Hunter just stepped forward and took a half-step when he was grabbed by the wrist.
As soon as he turned his head, he met Winston's gaze.
"Am I really boring?"
Hunter was stunned for a while. He didn't expect that the other party would care about the words he said casually
He's Vann Winston!
"You're not really funny. But your wit will answer my jokes, and that's not Vann Winston. I like your uninteresting." Hunter replied with a smile, looking down, looking at Winston clasped the fingers of his wrist, and suddenly pulled a wicked smile, "I felt it when you twisted the mineral water for me just now..."
"What do you think?"
"Your fingers are so pretty!"
Hunter's voice fell, and Winston's knuckles trembled inexplicably, and immediately let go.
"Let's go!"
Hunter took Winston to a small restaurant, and after sitting down, he immediately started ordering, and also ordered Winston's portion.
"I'll help you, okay?"
"It's ok."
"Yeah, I ordered better!" Hunter squinted and smiled.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on Winston's face on the opposite side, his eyes and his nose bone were covered with a layer of warmth and softened.
"Hey, I said that if you go on a date with someone you like in the future, you must choose the window side when you eat."
"why?"
"Because you look good in a bright place." Hunter smiled.
Winston's fingers, which had been sorting the dishes, paused slightly.
After dinner, the street lights are on, and the night in New York is still bustling.
"Ah... Sometimes it's lonely to look up at the city lights like this."
"What's wrong?"
"Probably because I've always been alone. I used to drive karts to make my dad proud of me. He kept telling me that one day I'd be in Formula 1. But when I did, he didn't. not anymore."
"I'll be watching you," said Winston.
"real?"
"certainly."
"Then wait for me at the next corner. Trust me, it won't be long."
Hunter looked at Winston with a rare determination in his eyes.
"it is good."
"Let's go, go back!"
That night, Winston and Hunter were lying on the bed in his apartment together, and the two talked about track features and routing until after one o'clock in the evening.
Hunter found that although Winston's words were not long, he always pointed to the core and described complex situations in the simplest and neatest language, which Hunter could quickly understand.
Probably because of the night, Winston's voice was softer than usual, and even had a softer meaning. Hunter just turned over and approached him a little, and it didn't take long for a long breath to be heard.
Winston looked at his face and said softly, "Hunter."
The other party did not respond.
The quilt was kicked under the thigh by Hunter's foot. Winston propped up his upper body and slowly pulled up with the quilt.
When his fingers came to Hunter's waist, his fingertips touched his T-shirt and slowly lifted upwards, and the line of the side waist appeared in front of Winston's eyes.
The moment the quilt was put down, Winston turned his back and closed his eyes.
The next morning, Hunter's cell phone rang, but he had no intention of getting up.
Winston was already up, his palm on Hunter's shoulder and shaking.
"Hunter, it's time for you to get up."
"Um... um..." Hunter murmured softly, hugged the horns into his arms, and rolled his body.
Winston did not continue to call him, but got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When he returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, he saw where Hunter was still sleeping.
"Hunter, you have a hip-hop competition today."
Hunter continued to make small snores as if he had heard nothing.
Winston rested on Hunter's pillow with one hand and squeezed directly into the quilt with the other.
Only to hear Hunter howling all his life.
"Ah! You're going to cut off my waist!"
"Are you awake now?"
"Wake up! Wake up!" Hunter's eyes were full of tears, "If my waist is cut off by you, I won't be able to participate in the competition!"
"No way," Winston replied.
"...you're such a bad guy!"
"Do you want to let the whole afternoon of rehearsal yesterday go to waste?"
"In no mood!"
"Then get up quickly."
"understood!"
Hunter lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom while rubbing his waist.
Fortunately, with Winston's urging, Hunter arrived at the hip-hop competition on time.
They were the third last to appear, and the performances of the previous teams were very eye-catching, and the audience responded enthusiastically from the audience.
"So nervous, Hunter... you're not going to hold back, are you?" Blue asked uncertainly.
"You're the one holding back!"
As soon as Hunt followed Blue and the others out, he saw Winston sitting in the auditorium.
This guy doesn't get overwhelmed even in a group.
Hunter pointed a scissors hand in his direction.
"Believe it or not, what Winston is saying now is that this guy is stupid," Blue snorted.
"Yeah, but you still need a stupid person like me!"
When the rhythm of the music sounded, Bruce's difficult move made the audience exclaim and applaud, and then five people supported the ground with one hand, which was not only neat but also powerful.
They successfully won the championship of this hip-hop competition.
Hunter was dumbfounded when the bonus was handed out.
"What? Only $20,000? Everyone can only get $4,000? My plane ticket!" Hunter felt hollowed out.
"Hey! Four thousand is not bad! We practiced hard for a month, and we also studied choreography. You only spent one afternoon!"
"Who wants me to be a genius?" Hunter smiled slyly.
Before Blue could raise his fist to hit him, he was running in Winston's direction.
"Hey! Winston! Look at my winnings! Let's have a good time tonight!"
"Where do you want to go?" Winston asked.
Hunter looked at his serious expression, and suddenly had a bad intention. He put one hand on Winston's shoulder, leaned into the other's ear, and whispered, "Let's go to the striptease."
He originally thought that Winston would show a different expression, and even refused, but he didn't expect Winston to answer: "Okay."
"Okay?" Hunter looked at him in disbelief. "You… you know how to appreciate striptease?"
"No, I'm here to see how vulgar your taste is."
Winston strode forward with his long legs, but Hunter felt his heart congested.
"The dancer sees that you shouldn't be able to perform anymore."
"why?"
"it's too cold."
"Is this a cold joke?"
"No, there's a good chance that this will be the case."
Since he was going with Winston, Hunter decided to go better.
"Hey, you said you earned so much money, where did you spend it?" Hunter sat in the car chatting with Winston.
"invest."
"What investment?"
"Funds, shares in some companies, etc."
"Well, I don't understand what you said. However, it would be great if you could invest in a bar or club or something!" Hunter showed a longing expression.
"why?"
"Give me a VIP card and let me visit for free! What a beautiful life!" Hunter said with a natural expression.
"Is there a bunny girl?"
"Yes, and bunny girls!"
"I'll think about it."
"Ah? Are you serious?"
"Isn't what you said to me just now?"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: You said you like me sitting in a bright place, and I like you sitting in a bright place.
Hunter: Thank you!
Winston: You say you want VIP in clubs and bars and I'll do it too.
Hunter: You are so kind!
Winston: So is the bunny party.
Hunter: I love you!