Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hmm." Winston responded softly.

The other party did not show a surprised expression. Of course, nothing in this life can surprise Winston, but his calmness made Hunter calm down and look back on his childhood.

"The more I don't want to stutter, the more I stutter. Funny, right?"

"But now you're all right."

"The psychiatrist said it's because I'm prone to nervousness and low self-esteem." Hunter smiled. In fact, deep down in his heart, he is still prone to low self-esteem, and this has not changed much.

"That's why you start racing karts."

"Eh? How did you know?"

"Whether it's karting or Formula Renault, you need to have a high psychological quality. You drive karting to learn and exercise yourself to control your emotions."

"How did you know?"

"You told me," replied Winston.

"When?" Hunter showed a surprised expression, why didn't he have any impression?

"In the previous life."

"..." Hunter was speechless.

This guy Winston looked unreasonably strict, and his jokes were really cold.

"Okay. Did I tell you in my previous life what my father was like?"

"Go ahead and I can listen to it again," replied Winston.

"If you look like this, I can't be friends with you."

"Well, I'm willing to listen to you as many times as you say."

A serious expression, but it doesn't sound very sincere.

Hunter rolled his eyes skyward, deciding to automatically ignore Winston's dry humor.

"My dad was a successful stockbroker in Manhattan, so I had a pretty decent childhood. Besides his career, the person he cared about the most was me. It's expensive to train a driver, let alone start at a young age. .He hired a coach to train me, and he will put aside his busy work to accompany me in the karting competition. Every time I get a good ranking, when I look at him, I can feel the smile in his eyes."

"Ah."

"I am more confident and happier every day. But the financial crisis bankrupted him, and he became very irritable and often drunk. My mother couldn't bear it and left us. Later, my mother remarried and married A teacher who lived the secure life she dreamed of, only to die in childbirth two years later."

Winston didn't say any sympathetic words, just took the cigarette that was almost burnt out in Hunter's hand, held it between his lips, and took a light breath.

"Before that, I was racing karting to make my father proud. Later, it was to earn money to buy alcohol for my father. I got better and better, drove faster and faster, won countless championships, Even made Formula [-] see me. When Marcus team signed me, I was so excited that the whole world was full of hope. But when I went home and told him the news...he was just 'oh' With a sound, I continued to pour wine on the sofa with a wine bottle. I don’t know why I went crazy, I smashed all the wine in the house. He rushed up and swollen my face..."

Winston remained silent.

"He wobbled out to buy wine and never came back."

Hunter had finished speaking, and the cigarette butt remained between Winston's lips.

"When I was a kid, thinking about Formula [-] would make my heart beat and I thought I could find confidence in speed. But when I actually started racing, that nervous feeling was like a precursor to my stuttering again, and no one would. Care, only I know."

"Hunter, do you know that when a person is face to face with another person, there is a language that can make you so nervous that you can't speak a word, but still let the other person fully understand what you want to express."

"What?" Hunter looked at him.

"kiss."

At that moment, something seemed to break deep in the brain.

Hunter opened his mouth, his tongue stiffened, his throat tensed.

Winston, on the other hand, turned his face sideways in his direction.

Hunter froze there, feeling that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, until the other party's hand patted his shoulder, and the scattered soot danced lightly under the light.

"The next time you're too nervous to relax, imagine it's a kiss. Your car, your track, will understand what you're trying to say, they don't need your vocal cords to communicate."

Something is stirring in the depths of my mind.

Hunter showed a smile: "Hey... has anyone ever said that you look so fucking sexy when you smoke?"

"Really?" Winston asked flatly.

"Haha, of course it's true."

"From then on, I will only draw for you."

After finishing speaking, Winston got up and made a "go back" gesture to Hunter, with a bit of mature chic in his neatness, and walked towards the hotel with his long legs.

Hunter pressed his head and sighed helplessly.

Here we go again... I feel like a commander.

Back in his room, Hunter immediately fell asleep next to the pillow.

In the dream, he returned to his home, opened the door, and saw himself sitting on the sofa watching TV while his mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Then, my father came back with a large bouquet of roses and a model F1 car.

The mother took the flowers and kissed the father, who smiled foolishly while holding the model.

This is his home.

It will always be his home.

Suddenly everything was gone, and he tried to hold on to nothing.

The light dimmed, and faintly saw sparks flickering ahead.

Winston sat there alone, smoking half a cigarette.

"Who are you waiting for here?" Hunter asked stupidly.

"I'm waiting for you." Those eyes were clear and soft.

"why?"

"Because you said I look sexy when I smoke."

"Just because of that?"

"Ah."

Then please don't disappear.

When the morning alarm went off, Hunter sat up.

Although he slept at least two hours less than usual, he found that his spirit was unexpectedly good.

After breakfast, it was the last technical meeting before the game.

"Hunter...you just do your best." After the meeting, Marcus came over and hugged Hunter.

"Just do your best" is really just a euphemism for giving up hope.After all, his previous three races were too unspectacular. Although this time he got the best qualifying position among the drivers of the whole team since the start of this grand prix, almost everyone felt that he would not be able to hold this position in the main race. Location.

Leaving the hotel, he walked into the elevator, and as soon as he entered the door, he unexpectedly ran into Winston again.

He still had a calm expression, and nodded slightly to Mr. Marcus and Hunter.

When they got to the lobby, Hunter nearly bumped into McGrady, who was handicapped.

McGrady sneered unhappily: "It seems that you are still very proud!"

"I'm not proud." Hunter was helpless, "Well, I was wrong in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix last time. I can prepare a drink bottle for you, hold it for you, and then let you shower me all over the place. What do you think of your feet?"

Hunter decided to face up to that absurd self, but Maddy's expression changed immediately.

He felt that Hunter was overjoyed because of his good performance in the ranking competition, and deliberately used the past to stimulate himself.

"Your normal ranking is about [-] to [-], which means that when it comes to the race, there will be at least seven to ten racers who will surpass you. I hope you don't drive like a stutterer."

McGrady's expression is full of malice, which is the result of the so-called "mutual harm".

"Okay McGrady! We will let you play when your ankle recovers! Don't do this to Hunter!" Marcus was a little bit displeased.

Hunter didn't intend to continue to quarrel with McGrady. In his opinion, this was quite meaningless.

"You think I didn't see it? You were with Winston in Ferrari in the middle of the night! Is he teaching you how to win today's race? That's no use at all! You think Winston is serious? That's just standing The people at the top just have a sense of superiority over a piece of trash like you!"

Hunter said to himself, take a breath, don't be angry, don't get excited!

"You were with Winston last night? When?" Marcus was a little surprised.

At this time, Winston was standing behind Hunter.

The scene made Marcus feel embarrassed and urgent.

But McGrady didn't have any intention of restraining himself. Winston became an audience, which made him even more excited.

"Do you think Winston can get you brilliant grades if you tell the other party everything and ask him everything? Don't be naive! That's the pity of the superior!"

Don't be mad, Hunter, don't be mad.

Hunter clenched his fists, trying to slow down his heart rate, but he found that he couldn't.

Control yourself, Hunter.

Don't be provoked by him, Hunter.

It's been a long time since you've lost your temper.Don't be provoked by him, don't let him succeed!

But the more you endure, the more uncomfortable you become.

"Stutterer, why don't you talk anymore? You still know very well in your heart that even if you have a relationship with Winston, you are nothing! You will always only be the base and the bottom!"

Blood seemed to burst from the heart.

"you you……"

You fucking say one more word and I'll stuff your head down the toilet!

Hunter's face flushed instantly, and he tried hard to roll his tongue, but it froze there.

"You..." Hunter opened his mouth, the muscles in his cheeks were sore, and he couldn't speak normally.

You can insult me!

Can insult my parents, they can't hear it anyway!

But why are you saying this in front of Winston?

Hunter didn't even dare to look back at Winston.

Marcus was frightened by Hunter's expression at the moment, and it was the first time he saw Hunter angry.

A lot of people around looked over, and here lived a lot of media involved in Formula [-], and even the team.

For example, Donald from the Sauber team just came out and watched this scene with great interest.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Medina I'm so pissed off!I'm furious!I'm furious!

Winston: I'm angry too.

Hunter: If you are a brother, you should feel the same way!

Winston: I mean, I should be the only one who can get you stuck.