Could You Not Tease Me?

"Huh? What?"

"It's nothing."

Hunter started playing and turned on the music.The man next to him smoked quietly.

After Hunter played for a few minutes, Winston said slowly, "Want to take a sip?"

"Oh... okay..." Hunter didn't even lift his eyes, turned sideways, leaned his head towards the other party with his mouth half open, but his eyes were still fixed on the phone.

He felt the shadow approaching, he didn't see the cigarette stuffed into his mouth for a long time, and finally raised his eyes.

At that moment, his mind was overwhelmed by a force, which was Winston's eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he couldn't move, as if he was locked into those eyes, rampant but unable to escape.

Winston suddenly exhaled the smoke in his mouth, which just entered Hunter's lips, twisted through his teeth, and sank deeper.

When Hunter almost coughed, Winston straightened his back and looked at him coolly.

"What the hell are you smoking! With you like this..."

wrong!What the hell were you doing so close to me just now!Scary!

Winston snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him: "Aren't you going to drive the F1 over my head?"

After speaking, he left with his pockets in his pocket.

Hunter was choked up in his throat, and tears were about to fall.

Only then did he realize that Winston hadn't thought of giving himself a puff at all, that he was simply taking revenge on himself.

"Fuck... what gentleman? You will be punished!" Hunter took a big sip of water, got up and walked back to the convoy.

But no matter what, the depressed mood just now was swept away.

The main race will be played at [-] o'clock the next night.During this period, Hunter needs to adjust his state and communicate well with the team.

It has been a long time since Hunter participated in the team waiting for me strategy analysis meeting so seriously.The technical officer is pleased with Hunter's focus.

McGrady's ankle is almost healed, and the imbalance in his heart is becoming more and more obvious for the absence of the British Grand Prix.

When Hunter got up to leave, McGrady said abruptly, "This is your normal level."

Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and came to McGrady's ear and said: "In order to satisfy your ardent hope, I will perform exceptionally in every game from now on."

McGrady wanted to say something, but Hunter walked away with his pockets in his pocket.

"McGrady... Hunter is just a child, what are you fussing about with him?" Luke patted McGrady on the shoulder.

"He's just a kid? Do you know what he did to me?"

"What did you do?" Luke asked curiously.

McGrady opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

All cars in place.

Hunter's palms were sweating, and his heart was beating like it didn't belong to his own body.

He knew he was nervous.

He is very clear that from now on, he cannot miss any fleeting opportunities.

Winston was just ahead.

This time, he was the closest to the finish line among all the racers, but he was farther away from him than last time.

"I'll wait for you at the next corner."

The moment that sentence fell in his mind, Hunter rushed out.

The first corner is the closest to the starting point and the most dangerous... Don't worry Hunter, don't worry...

As expected before the race, some cars were almost squeezed out of the track. Hunter was walking on the tip of a knife, and would fall off if he was not careful.

Mr. Marcus clenched his fists nervously, Luke had completed the first lap smoothly, and Hunter was still among the middle and rear players.

"It may be difficult for Hunter to stand out." The technical officer frowned.

It was the second lap, and almost three cars were going to turn in parallel. Hunter entered the corner decisively, and after exiting the corner first, he gradually opened up the distance with the vehicles behind.

"Very good... very stable... I think Hunter may still get points." Marcus narrowed his eyes.

Five laps later, Hunt started a contest with the driver in front.

His nerves were very tense, and he told himself that he must be tighter, tighter!When he's released, he's going to be unstoppable!

What happened next left Marcus and all the fans on the scene stunned.

When the two drivers of Williams were competing with each other, Hunter took advantage of the gap between their competitions to roar past in a thrilling way, which made Marcus break out in cold sweat, but Hunter's ranking instantly climbed to No. 11 bits.

Immediately afterwards, he pursued fiercely and followed Caterham's driver for almost five laps. He once tried to overtake but was defended by his opponent.

"This kid is so patient that it's annoying." The technical officer narrowed his eyes and dragged his chin.

"Are you complimenting the brat?" Marcus asked.

"I just suddenly felt that the opponent he was chasing was very pitiful."

Lap after lap, it was obvious that Caterham's drivers could no longer bear Hunter's modest pursuit but could break out at any time. At a left corner, Hunter walked the line beautifully and overtook him in one fell swoop, rising to tenth. bit.

"Good job—" Marcus couldn't help but get excited.

Hunter was the least optimistic before, but I don't know why, I always feel that this guy is going to be a blockbuster today.

"Hunter is coming in! Hurry up!"

The technicians ran.

Hunter completed a stop perfectly, and after getting out of the station, he flew fast without any scruples, easily passed his teammate Luke, and entered No.8.

"This kid...he really won't stop until he gets the top six!"

"But from this moment on, there are first-class drivers in front of him."

At this time, Hunter is chasing Enzo of Lotus.

Exhaling a breath, Hunter knew he could completely release himself now.

He tried to overtake Enzo three times in a row. He was bold but sharp. Enzo, who ranked fifth in total points last year, felt that there was a sharp knife behind him, as if he was about to pierce him at any time.

Enzo was holding his breath at this time. He still remembered that after the last race, when he chatted with Donald of the Sauber team, the guy resentfully said that he should not underestimate Evan Hunter of the Marcus team, and was chased by him. It feels like walking shoulder to shoulder with death behind me, with the scythe on top of my head.

At that time Enzo just smiled, thinking that Donald was trying to save face because he was almost overtaken by a brat, but this time when that brat chased him and wanted to cut him off at any time, he finally understood Donald Mood.

Finally, Hunter and Enzo started a contest at the bend. Enzo didn't even know how Hunter controlled the routing, but only knew that at a certain moment that made his heart burst, this kid had already passed through him arrogantly, going to To the front!

"Good job—" Marcus was on the verge of crying with joy.

And McGrady, who watched this scene, couldn't say a word.

Tens of seconds later, when Donald found that the opponent behind him had changed from Enzo to Hunter, he gritted his teeth in his heart: Damn it!Why is it this brat again!I dislike him!

Hunter locked onto Donald firmly, with a smile on his lips.We failed to surpass you in the last stop, and we will play to the end in this stop!

Hunter chased after Donald, and even many staff members of the Marcus team became nervous.

"Overtake him! Hunter! Overtake him!"

"Oh, brat! If you surpass Donald, I invite you to watch the pole dance tonight!"

"Overtake him! We'll pole dance for you!"

The audience watched Hunter lap and lap with great patience, but arrogantly overtaking, and they were all inexplicably affected by him.

When Hunter and Donald started a wheel-to-wheel contest, many people stood up and cheered him on.

But at the moment of exiting the corner, Hunter's right rear tire blew out!

"Damn—" Marcus' eyes almost popped out!

The staff all raised their hands to cover their eyes.

They thought that this time, Hunter would not only surpass Sauber's Donald, but also many drivers ahead of him, to do what they thought was impossible for a small team like them.

"After all... God still thinks we are too greedy?"

The audience was in an uproar, and in these two seconds there were shouts and regrets one after another.

And Hunter's heart was as light as a feather at that moment, and all the perceptions seemed to be leaving his brain.

it's over...

he's done...

All the previous efforts were in vain...

He felt one car after another passing by him, including Enzo who was overtaken by him.

Winston had said that he would be waiting for him at the next corner.

Just watching him getting further and further away from him like this... He is not reconciled, really not reconciled!

Absolutely not reconciled!

Hunter gritted his teeth.

"Let him come back...it's just a game, as long as you keep this state, next time it's okay..." After regretting, Marcus thought that Hunter might be the one who was more sad.

"Mr. Marcus! Hunter is about to make a pit stop! He has to keep running!"

All I saw was Hunter driving a car with only three tires towards the maintenance station.

"He said he was going to continue?" Marcus was a little surprised.

Even if he continues, his ranking is plummeting, and it is almost impossible to get points in the remaining laps.

"Let him continue." The other staff members said in unison.

"Okay! Let those guys who are waiting to see us hang their heads know how good we are!"

When Hunter started again from the pit stop, his ranking had dropped to No.14, but the audience gave him warm applause.

When people thought he was just going to finish the race, he started crazy overtaking again.

Overtaking two opponents in the same lap, the audience applauded.

Then Hunter completed the third pit stop of the game. After exiting the station, his attitude of no hesitation was obviously like suicide, but Marcus, who was a bystander, could feel the persistence in Hunter's heart.

He didn't know what made this brat refuse to give up?

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: No matter what the result is, I will comfort you or encourage you.

Hunter: How to comfort?How to encourage?

Winston: Comfort your front, encourage your back.

Hunter: ...