Hunter turned his face unhurriedly and saw Winston in his racing suit.
"Your practice session is over?"
"The first round of practice is over, and the second round starts at 2:30." Winston raised his chin halfway, looking at the cigarette between Hunter's knuckles.
"Bring some yourself... wait, do you smoke?"
"not much."
"I can't even dream of you smoking a cigarette."
"You can see now."
Hunter was squatting on the side of the road, and Winston was sitting beside him.
Ruffians and nobles—this was the idea that popped into Hunter's mind.
"I only have one cigarette." Hunter looked at each other sideways.
It stands to reason that Winston would like to be friends with him, and he should be flattered and give everything.
But for Hunter, no matter whether the other party is a genius or not, or because he is useless, but "friends" have no status, he is equal in front of Winston, he will not devote diligently, nor Don't put your face on it.
"So you've already smoked half, and I'm just talking about one puff."
Winston's voice was still cool, and there was no extra expression on his face.
As if to say, "I didn't ask you for a whole cigarette, it's already the greatest grace to you".
So unhappy!
However, apart from girls, good things should be shared among friends. Although cigarettes are definitely not a good thing.
"Okay, let's take a breath."
Hunter turned around, held the cigarette between his index finger and thumb, and held it in the other's direction.
He originally thought that the other party would take off the racing gloves and reach over to catch it, but he didn't expect Winston's hand to still be supported by his side, just leaned down in Hunter's direction and turned his face sideways.
At that moment, Hunter had an illusion that the other party was about to kiss.
His lips parted slightly, holding the cigarette, and Hunter's fingertips seemed to be held by the other party.
The tip of his tongue pressed against the cigarette, and that subtle force also reached Hunter's fingertips.
In an instant, Hunter nearly dropped the cigarette.
He really just took a breath, and the smoke ring he exhaled had an extremely gentle gesture.
Also as a man... Hunter has to admit, the man is sexy.
"Are you familiar with the Gilles Villeneuve circuit?" Winston asked.
"I have imagined it countless times in my mind, and I have also simulated it on the simulator. You have participated in the Grand Prix for three years, right? So this track should have been run three times? I am not as experienced as you." Hunter squeezed his eyes and smiled. .
"Then close your eyes now and imagine you're parked at the start of the race at the Gilles Villeneuve circuit."
"Ah?" Just as Hunter was about to express his doubts, Winston's cold eyes swept over. The feeling of being able to control people without a word is very bad.
But Hunter closed his eyes subconsciously.
No way, this guy will have a game in a while, and he doesn't follow him. If it affects his mood in the game, do you blame him
"The lap length of this track is about 4.4km. There are 70 laps. If you want to finish in the top eight and get points, my advice is to use a two-stop strategy, three stops is a waste of time for you. .If you can hold around 12th place in the first 15 laps, then do a stop on the 20th lap. By the 40th lap or so you can rush into the top 10, on the 50th lap Two stops before. The goal is to finish eighth to sixth."
There was a tinge of determination in Winston's voice.
Hunter was about to open his eyes and say something, but Winston covered his eyes with outstretched arms.
"I didn't tell you to open your eyes."
"Okay, okay!" Hunt raised his hands in surrender.
“The first corner of the track, slow down to go through second gear, and then slow down through the hairpin. This position is where you’re going to get out. If you can get out of the way, anything is possible. Speed up before you get to turn three. , then slow down and turn the corner. This position is a great place to overtake, and if you're confident, you can go wheel-to-wheel with the driver in front of you. Be careful not to get knocked off the flank."
There seemed to be a thunderous engine sound in Hunter's ears, the wind was howling, and his thoughts were running wild.
"Now that you've accelerated through corners four and five, it's the challenge. It's a sharp left-hand turn, and you're going to get your speed down below eighty-five."
Hunter's vision became clearer and clearer, and Winston's voice both woke him up and started his endless imagination.
"On the straight after exiting the hairpin, the speed can exceed three hundred and one. This is a crucial overtaking section. No matter who the opponent is in front of you, you will take his place."
"Winston! Oh my God! You are here!" Assistant Annie's voice sounded, "The second round of free practice is about to start!"
"Hmm." He stood up.
Hunter also stood up.
"I want to take another breath." Winston leaned in Hunter's direction.
His eyes were very close to him, seemingly quiet and restrained, but a silent wave was brewing.
Hunter pinched his cigarette and brought it to Winston's lips, and could clearly see the tip of the tongue between his lips, feeling the slight force of his smoking.
"Thank you." Hunter said to Winston's back.
Thank you for giving me my first taste of what it's like to drive a car on the Gilles Villeneuve circuit.
At the end of the third practice session, Hunter followed the team back to the hotel.
The team started a technical meeting, and the focus was still on McGrady and Luke's race strategy.
Hunter only felt yawns listening to this. As soon as he closed his eyes, what he recalled repeatedly in his mind was Winston's track analysis instead.
I'd love to try it...
When this idea crossed Hunter's mind, he was slightly stunned.
He used to love the feeling of driving a racing car. In karting, he feels every race is fresh... So many Formula Renault and karting drivers are eager to get into Formula 1, including himself.
But why did he not have any desire to win when he really came in
"Hunter! Hunter, what are you thinking?" The chief technology officer looked over with obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Presumably for the entire team, he was a problem child. The three races failed to perfectly execute the team's strategy, and the implicated McGrady was blocked from the top eight by Duchovny.
"He's wondering if he can go back to drive a kart after he's been swept out by the team!" Maddie looked at him with undisguised contempt.
"Hey - Maddie, do you have a crush on me?" Hunter asked with wide eyes.
"I have a crush on you? Your brain is sick!"
"Then why do you know my thoughts so well?"
Maddie rolled his eyes, realizing that it was useless to humiliate this guy because he was too thick-skinned.
Mr. Marcus also shook his head and sighed.
Teammate Luke patted Hunter on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be like this, maybe you're going to play in the next game?"
"Thanks. Don't curse yourself."
Unless Luke finishes after 15th in this race, the team probably won't replace him again.
The qualifying race was about to start, and the entire team was busy, except Hunter, who was playing with his mobile phone wherever he went.
Maybe he really thinks about what he should do if he quits F1. If he has not won any points, no weak team will sign him. Even if I go back to go kart racing, it is estimated that the words of the person who mocks him will be worse than Maddie.
It's just... That's it, are you really willing
However, what if you are not satisfied? No one expected him anyway.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone. Hunter staggered back a small step, but the other party was as steady as a mountain, not even shaking.
The phone fell, and the other party responded quickly, and Hunter easily picked it up.
"Are you still playing this?"
"Ah?" Hunter looked up and met a pair of calm eyes.
It's Winston.
"Yeah, this is fun." Hunter smiled and put the phone back.
"You're very affectionate with a lot of things."
"what?"
"You can play this game for five years."
"Ah? How do you know?"
On the contrary, Hunter felt that he was a three-minute enthusiasm for everything.
But Winston did not intend to continue discussing Xiaoxiaole.
"For a while in qualifying, don't care too much about the number of sets of tires remaining, try your best to qualify for the top spot," Winston said.
"You...you should know, right? I didn't participate in the practice session. The drivers sent by our team in this race are Maddie and Luke..."
"Hunter, do you want to quit F1?" Winston asked.
Hunter paused, then shrugged his shoulders, and said in an indifferent tone: "What else? I didn't finish in the top 12 in three races. In the following races, the team should focus on Luke. , I won't have a chance. After this year, Marcus will not renew my contract, and no other team will want me. Can you convince Ferrari to sign me?"
"Ferrari doesn't deserve you," Winston said.
Hunter looked into his eyes, seemingly emotionless, but there was so much brewing that it was unpredictable.
He didn't understand why there were so many meaningful things in this world, why Winston could look at himself with such eyes.
"So... what's worthy of me?" Hunter laughed and punched Winston with his fist, "Okay, okay, I know we just became friends the other day, and you'd think...you're going to lose me, but You can rest assured, as long as you are still on the track for a day, I will cheer for you in my heart."
"You'll have the best team. Including the best power unit design team and suspension engineers, strategists who know you. That's the team that matches you."
It was obvious that what he said was just words of consolation, but Hunter felt that such an incredible team was just around the corner.
"thanks."
At this moment, Mr. Marcus's shout came from behind Hunter: "Hunter-Hunter! Where did you go to?"
"Huh?" Hunter turned around.
Marcus had an anxious look on his face, and when he saw Winston behind Hunter, he was slightly stunned.
Winston just nodded slightly, even if it was a greeting.
"Prepare for me! Go to qualifying now!"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: My favorite is to have a cigarette before a game to refresh my mind! How about you
Winston: I like to hug you and smoke a cigarette with you afterwards.
Hunter: Huh
Winston: But I guess you won't even wake up.