Could You Not Tease Me?

"There's a reporter writing a column when Vane Winston will never be king in Formula One."

"That's it, it shouldn't be." Hunter had an expression of "this story is boring".

"That reporter said Vane Winston was forever just a shadow of Jaws 'Shire' or Lawrence Owen."

Charles and Owen, known as the "Double Heroes" by F1 fans, are the top drivers who have dominated Formula One for more than ten years.

Hunter paused.

"Actually, I don't think much of it. Because it's largely a media strategy of the Mercedes-Benz team. But you are very angry. When you see the reporter, you want to scold him but you can't make a sound."

Winston's expression was serious, so serious that Hunter seemed to have seen the scene.

"and after?"

"The reporter smiled and left. You are very depressed. You told me that you wrote the words on the back of your hand that you clearly wanted to scold him, but you would still be disgusted when you saw that guy. You stretched out the back of your hand to me, I said……"

"You said you would beat Charles in this Grand Prix."

When Hunter finished speaking this sentence, he himself was stupid.

Because the picture and mood described by Winston seemed to have happened in real life, not Winston's assumptions about the "previous life".

"Yes, I will beat Shire and wait for you on the throne." Winston reached out his hand and flicked Hunter on the forehead.

He woke up, but deep in his heart, something was raging and bursting out at any time.

At 05:30 pm local time, the players of each team started the practice session at the Silverstone Circuit.

Marcus looked at Hunter's lap speed, touched the back of his head: "This kid is in good shape."

"Hopefully it lasts until qualifying."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the second round of practice is about to begin.Hunter came to a small corner with his pocket in his pocket, squinted his eyes, and lit a cigarette for himself.

After smoking about a third of the time, someone came and sat down beside him. According to the length of the other person's legs, Hunter knew who the other person was without looking up.

Neither of them spoke, until Hunter's cigarette burned halfway, the person next to him said: "Gimme a puff."

Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You don't know how to bring it yourself!"

Saying so, he still squeezed the cigarette butt and leaned towards the other party.This time he deliberately pinched the mouthpiece so that Winston had to accept it himself.

But he didn't expect Winston to hold his cigarette butt together with Hunter's fingers in a majestic manner.

"Hey!" Hunter felt frightened.

He wanted to retract his fingers, but he didn't expect the other party to bite his fingertips directly, and the strength was not small.He could only watch helplessly as the other party took a puff, then pushed the tip of his tongue under the cigarette holder, and sent the cigarette out.

"You bit me!" Hunter stared at him with rounded eyes.

"Then why did you pinch it so deliberately?" Winston asked coolly.

Hunter found himself speechless, sounding as if he was in the wrong... But it was obvious that the guy in front of him was like an emperor, and even had to be waited upon for smoking.

The second round of qualifying was about to start, Hunter and Winston got up at the same time and walked back to their respective teams.

Mr. Marcus was a little apprehensive: "If Hunter can keep going, I feel that it is still possible to get the eighth or ninth place!"

At 10:30 in the evening, the practice match ends.

Hunter took off his gloves, moved his wrist, and suddenly remembered the finger bitten by Winston, and suddenly felt a little pain.

Unbalanced in his heart, he sent a text message to the other party: You bit my finger and it hurts. If the qualifying situation is not good, you have to pay full responsibility.

Not expecting the other party to reply to him right away, Hunter went back to the room, took a shower and went back to bed to get ready for bed, when he found an unread message on his phone, he clicked on it and it was Winston's reply: Waiting for the London Eye, I'll let you know what really hurts.

"Ah?" Hunter scratched the back of his head, "What do you mean?"

Two seconds later, he suddenly remembered his chat with Winston about the London Eye, and his ears turned red instantly.

You have never thought that one day, after the game is over, you will take your beloved one to sit on the London Eye for sightseeing.You can hug, you can kiss, why be bored?

I understand.Three 10 minutes are enough to have sex.

Hunter quickly pressed the text message on the phone: Be careful that the bottom will rot.

Then, with a deep sense of satisfaction, Hunter threw the phone aside and fell asleep.

The next morning, he touched his phone to check the time, and was overwhelmed by Winston's text message: you have it in your mouth, it won't rot.

"Believe it or not, I'll show your text messages to the global media!" Hunter said angrily.

Thinking about it again, forget it... Maybe everyone will think that Winston's phone has been dropped.

The feeling that there is no evidence to defeat the opponent makes Hunter inexplicably sad.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the third practice session ended, and two hours later, qualifying began.

Hunter played smoothly in the front, which made Marcus very relieved.

"Just like this...just like this...be a good boy..."

In the middle of qualifying, Hunter's ranking fluctuated between eighth and seventh.

Just when Marcus thought that Hunter would win this favorable position, his lap times plummeted.

"What's going on?" Marcus tensed up.

"There's something wrong with Hunter's oil pump!"

"He's driving back to the pits now!"

Marcus raised his hand to hold his face, and yelled, "What are you doing—"

In the end, Hunter's ranking fell to No.13.

When he came back, everyone looked at him with regretful eyes.

And McGrady also had a gloating expression on his face.

"That... Hunter..." Marcus wanted to comfort him, but it was pointless to say anything at this moment.

After taking off the heat shield, Hunter scratched his sweaty hair: "Can the oil pump be repaired?"

"It should be fine before the race."

"Oh. Then I'll go smoke a cigarette." Hunter took the water bottle and walked out while drinking.

No one said anything more, and the mechanics felt extremely sorry.

"We have checked the oil pump, and we don't know why there is such a problem..."

This is a major mistake of the mechanics team, which will directly affect Hunter's performance in the race.

Everyone can feel that Hunter's condition is still very good in this stop, but it was wasted in vain.

Any driver will have the feeling of being splashed with cold water.

Hunter, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned his head around, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey...it's not the first time I've started from such a ranking, so you don't have to be so embarrassing."

Hunter pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled mischievously, showing no signs of distress at all.

"Hey, we'll hold you up for sure."

"Okay, let's see how fast you change tires."

Hunter blinked his eyes, then went to a small corner to feel dejected, ah, no, it was smoking.

Take a deep breath and let it out.

Someone sat down beside him, and Hunter, who closed his eyes, muttered dissatisfiedly, "Would it be possible that I can bump into you wherever I hide to smoke?"

"I didn't meet you, I was looking for you." Winston's voice sounded.

"How is your qualifying?"

"Pole position."

"...Damn it!" Hunter opened his eyes and looked at the other party indignantly, "I can no longer be friends with you! Are you here to show off, or to comfort me!"

"neither."

Hunter suddenly started smoking hard.

"Why are you smoking so fast?"

"Don't leave a bite to you."

"In the future, you will also be a frequent visitor to pole position, so I have no capital to show off in front of you."

"How soon? I'm not on pole this time, I'm going to be screwed... McGrady will call me a stutter again."

I will even talk about you.

Hunter looked at the sky wistfully.

"Starting from an unfavorable position, it's your specialty." Winston's voice was flat, meaning that No. 13 on the grid was no big deal.

"I really want to be melancholy. But after you say that, I seem to have become a god?"

Hunter laughed, and took a closer look at Winston, feeling that this guy was really sexy and tasteful.

"Ah, it's over."

Hunter flicked the cigarette butt, thinking that you should smoke.

But unexpectedly, Winston next to him took out an aluminum cigarette case unhurriedly, and hooked his finger at Hunter.

"I don't have a lighter." Hunter said sincerely.

Winston lifted his chin, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be saying: Do you want to die?

Hunter twisted his mouth and took out the lighter. He was about to throw it to Winston, but he didn't expect the other party to sit there with a cigarette between his lips.

Meaning: light me a cigarette.

Lying grass!Believe it or not I'll burn your eyebrows off!

The cigarette curled up between Winston's lips, as if to say: Why don't you light a cigarette yet?

"Believe it or not I'll run over your head in the F1?" Hunter said, eyes widening.

Winston's expression did not change at all.

This kind of low-level provocation has no effect on him.

Hunter had no choice but to lean over, shielding the fire with one hand, and lit a cigarette for him.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to play Xiao Xiao Le, but found that the battery of the mobile phone was almost dead.

"Ah... so boring..." Hunter just wanted to say that he would go back and listen to those old guys beeping game strategies, but Winston threw his mobile phone to him.

"Take it and play."

Hunter's heart trembled: "Hey? Why do you have Xiaoxiaole in your mobile phone?"

The team laughed at him for his lack of taste in the game.

But I didn't expect that Winston was also playing!

Since Winston is also playing, it is a super compelling game!

"I don't download it myself, and one day you will put it in my phone."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I am best at the next game!The following grams on!

Winston: I pushed you up.

Hunter: ...I can't communicate with you...