Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter smiled shyly, and looked at the team's PR manager shyly.

He didn't want to behave in front of the media. These reporters were like wasps. He had to act like he had no honey, or he would be stung all over his body by them.

"Winston did give Hunter a lot of encouragement, maybe because Winston was also Hunter's age when he first entered Formula One."

"I heard that Winston had an argument with Hunter's teammate McGrady in order to defend Hunter in the lobby of the hotel before today's game. Is this true?"

Hunter sighed in his heart, this matter really spread.

Hunter shook his head, as if he wanted to explain something, but worried that he couldn't explain clearly, and looked at the PR manager again.

The PR manager was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: This kid really knows how to throw blame without a teacher!

"Don't get me wrong, our Marcus team is still very united. Everyone knows Winston's temper, how could he have a dispute with anyone?"

Hunter nodded vigorously following the PR manager's words, and then he smirked no matter what the media asked.

Afterwards, some media interviewed McGrady and asked him if Hunter was well protected by the team?He looked shy and didn't know how to answer the question.

"Well protected? Because he stutters, with so many of you around him, he can't speak when he gets nervous!"

So that day's online report on Hunter attracted the most attention: teammates broke the news that Ivan Hunter stuttered, which was a psychological shadow in his childhood.

Hunter gritted his teeth while walking in the corridor of the hotel.

"I stutter? It's none of your business if I stutter! Be careful, I'll bite you to death!"

At this time, someone put his shoulder on his shoulder, and a joking voice sounded.

"Hey, boy—who made you so mad?"

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Donald from the Sauber team.

This guy seems to be 28 this year. He has a slight stubble on his chin and is of Latin descent. In terms of appearance, he has a mature temperament that Hunter is very envious of.

It's just... what does this guy want?

"What do you mean by that look of disgust?" Donald asked amusedly.

"Don't you remember that at the door of the Ferrari charity dinner, you treated me like a parking boy?" Hunter asked coolly.

"Oh—that little guy with bad clothes and hairdos is you!"

Hunter flung his arm away, not wanting to talk to him even more.

"Come on. Next time there's a dinner party, get a stylist to fix it for you. I'm so impressed that you chased the shit out of me today!"

Hunter wrinkled his nose, did he describe himself like that?

"Fuck off" what the hell?

"I heard that today is the first time you have scored points?" Donald seemed very interested in Hunter.

"so what?"

"Do you have a feeling of suddenly losing your virginity?"

Hunter gave Donald a speechless look, and was about to leave quickly.

Donald suddenly realized: "My God! Are you still a virgin?"

Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning.

"none of your business!"

"Half the world is men and the other half is women."

"what?"

"This is Canada." Donald raised his eyebrows at Hunter suggestively.

"so……"

"In the United States you can't drink alcohol, and you have to check your ID when you enter a bar, but in Canada..."

Donald tilted his face, and Hunter's little heart jumped up.

yes!This is Canada!

He can liberate himself in advance!

"How many days off did your team give you?"

"Until tomorrow, fly to England the day after tomorrow."

"Me too. Let's go, Uncle will take you to play. It's better to have a girl--what if Little Hunter is suffocated, what should I do if he is stunted!" Donald patted Hunter on the back boldly.

At this moment, his heart was about to stir, and Donald became less annoying.

They walked into the elevator, and Donald asked curiously: "I said, are you familiar with Van Winston? Your team's PR manager said he didn't have an argument with your teammate McGrady, but I can see it clearly!" "

"Clear what?"

"Winston's words were so explosive! I can't even forget them! That sentence is very touching-be careful I tear off your little bird and stuff it in your mouth!"

If I read correctly, Donald seemed to have a great appreciation for Winston.

But the original version of that sentence is him!When did Winston learn it?

"At first I was still wondering, what's so special about you? You can make Winston stand up for you!"

"Come forward?" Hunter felt that Donald's description was so... weird?

"You didn't look at him, like a man in a frenzy who never allows anyone to touch his girl." Donald looked at Hunter with a look of "Can't you feel it".

Hunter shook his head and replied with his eyes: I can't feel it.

And this description made Hunter's face full of black lines.

"But after this game, I finally understand what's special about you."

"What is it?"

"You have the ability to drive people into crazy swearing."

"Huh? What have you scolded me for?"

"I don't remember." Donald shrugged his shoulders. "There are a few sentences back and forth, not as innovative as Winston's. But what I mean is, you are actually very capable. The previous few What are you doing at the race?"

"Replenish your energy, and let you relax your vigilance against me by the way."

"Hahaha! I hate you on the court! But now I like you!" Donald laughed boldly.

On the way to the bar, Donald unreservedly taught Hunter his pick-up skills.

"Listen, brat—if you've got your eye on a chick, don't stare at her. Whenever she looks at you, give her a smile with the corners of your lips curled up, and then look again. to another place."

"Oh……"

"It's playing hard to get. Then, after you're sure she's really interested in you, you go over and buy her a drink."

"Understood." Hunter suddenly realized!

Sure enough, flirting with girls still requires experience.This is why mature men are said to be attractive.

"If she says she wants to go home, you just say send her back."

"What if she rejects me?"

Donald covered his face and said helplessly, "Then you tell her that you are a racing driver."

"why?"

"Fool. Race drivers are dangerous and attractive in the hearts of those women. And we are physically strong and have long-lasting endurance. They are not at the same level as those useless muscles trained in the gym. They will definitely satisfy women."

"Wait... Is there any purpose for you to be so nice to me?" Hunter frowned and asked.

"Of course there is. Please stop chasing after my ass in the next race. It makes people feel bad and gets old quickly!"

"How about, during qualifying, you will be behind me, so that I don't have to chase you?"

"Forget it, I still choose to continue to hate you."

The bar Donald took him to was well-known locally.After Donald ordered a glass of low-alcohol cocktail for Hunter, he quickly found someone he was interested in, and he didn't expect to be lonely tonight.

"Hey brother, the opportunity is rare, let yourself go!"

Hunter, on the other hand, held his wine glass without taking a sip, looking for potential targets according to what Donald had taught him before.

In the distance, a woman with fashionable short blonde hair looked at Hunter with a kind of tantalizing smile in her eyes.

Hunter deliberately followed what Donald said, pretending not to care about the other party, and walked in another direction.

After going around twice, he returned to the vicinity again and found that the woman looked at him again.

My heart became inexplicably excited.

Like a race car, he's about to complete a monumental overtake.

But when he walked towards the woman, he didn't expect that she put down her glass and walked out.

Ah... what a pity.

Just as Hunter sighed in his heart, the woman turned around and made a smoking gesture towards Hunter.

Hunter's eyes lit up, he was very happy.

He put down his wine glass pretending to be calm and walked out, and he saw the woman sitting on the side of the road, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

Hunter sat down beside her.

"Are you very young?"

"what?"

"I mean, are you an adult?" the woman asked with a smile.

"of course."

In Canada, he is an adult.

The woman licked her lips: "As soon as you came in, I saw you. So cute."

"It doesn't make me happy to be called cute. I can be sexy too."

The woman smiled: "How sexy?"

"Can I take a sip of your cigarette?" Hunter raised his chin and asked.

"Of course." The woman pursed her lips, turned the cigarette butt with her fingers, and handed it to Hunter, "Smoking doesn't make a boy look sexy..."

The next second, she froze.

The young man in front of him did not reach out to pick up her cigarette, but leaned towards himself, turned his face, and held the cigarette butt in his mouth as if kissing, his lips slightly pressed against her finger.

He took a puff of smoke and slowly raised the corners of his lips to her: "What now?"

Inexplicably, what appeared in his mind was the picture of Winston approaching him.

The woman's smile became more obvious, and she pressed Hunter's head with her hand: "It's so fucking sexy..."

Seeing that she was about to kiss her, someone walked up to them, and the cold voice fell.

"Why are you here?"

Hunter's shoulders trembled, and when he raised his head, what he met was Winston's eyes that were as thick as the night.

The heart suddenly sank, and the nerves tensed up as if they were about to break through the finish line.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: You...you...why are you here!

Winston: How could I let you flirt with other women the way I flirt with you?