Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter thought in his heart: I feel that one day I will reach the ranks of first-class drivers, and these reporters will use his bad performance as a typical case to encourage new drivers?

He looked in the direction of the PR manager, and the PR manager replied with a smile: "This is Hunter's first year in Formula One, how could we possibly put pressure on him? Besides, Hunter is very sensible and motivated. The pressure is his driving force! Of course we are trying our best to help him adapt, we trust him and grow together with him!"

In his heart, Hunter admired the PR manager's ability to open his eyes and tell lies.When did he become sensible?When do you use stress as motivation?

Alas, other nonsense will no longer expose him. It is not easy for a public relations manager to face the media with one enemy.

"Hunter, most of the runners encountered your situation in the race. Even if they insisted on running the whole distance, they would choose to give up psychologically, but you chose to overtake. Why is that?"

This question is very deep.Yet Hunter knew he couldn't tell the truth.

Because the fact is that he believes that Winston is waiting for him ahead, he cannot hesitate or give up, but who would believe such an answer?

Hunter looked at the PR manager again, and the PR manager complained frantically in his heart: Brat, you just need to say some positive and uplifting testimonials, don't blame me!

"Hunter, please answer my question head-on. Your thoughts are beyond the control of the team."

The media suggested they wondered if the team didn't want the youngster to have his say.Even the poor performance in the first three races is also related to the team.

The PR manager rolled his eyes again in his heart: This kid is so lazy that he will fly into the sky, so he will stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He just wants to pretend that he is not good at dealing with the media, and throw the blame away later!

The PR manager's smile was about to cramp: "It's okay, Hunter. Express your own thoughts and let everyone know you."

Hunter opened his mouth, seeming to be thinking, before he spoke for a long time: "I... am not good at dealing with the media, because when I get nervous... I will say bad things."

Hunter didn't care if the media would call him a "stutterer" like McGrady did. He would pretend to be stuttering when answering questions in the future, so that they would be exhausted and would not ask him any more questions!

"I... I have stuttered since I was a child when I was nervous... What my teammate McGrady said to the media before... It's all... It's true... I choose racing to enhance my self-confidence and... And the control over my emotions... I feel like this time... this time I went beyond my limits and I'm happy."

Hunter nodded, indicating that he had finished speaking.

McGrady on the side felt like being struck by lightning.Now Hunter is "inspiring" and the media has a good impression of him. At this time, it is completely childish revenge to say what McGrady said to the media about him stuttering so "naturally".But Maddy couldn't say anything.

I was so angry that I vomited blood, so I could only vomit like this!

Originally, I thought the reporters would look at him with sympathy, but I didn't expect that they seemed to admire him, as if he had become a model of success and inspiration.

Then a certain media person actually applauded, and others followed suit.

"Hunter, say a few more words! Don't be nervous, we can wait for you to speak slowly!"

Hunter smiled gratefully, but roared in his heart: No!This is not the result I want!I don't want to talk nonsense!

And the PR manager also looked at Hunter with a surprised look. It couldn't be seen that this guy was quite cautious. He didn't speak, but he created such a positive image when he spoke!

There are more and more reporters asking questions, and every one of them has an expression of "we respect you, as long as you speak up".

Hunter really wanted to hide in the bathroom and play his match [-] puzzles.

At that moment, he saw Winston among the reporters asking questions one after another.

The other party folded his arms, leaned against the door, and looked at him sideways, with a teasing smile in his eyes.

He showed too little emotion, and Hunter couldn't help but look at the other person, wanting to know whether that slight smile was real or just his own illusion.

How could Winston be here?

when did he comeDid I exaggerate deliberately just now when I was nervous and couldn't speak clearly?

There was an inexplicable joy in his heart, but when he thought that he only got No.8 in this stop, and the opponent was expecting the top six, Hunter's heart cooled down.

Would Winston console himself?

Although this guy looked indifferent to everyone, for some reason, Hunter felt that he would always take care of his emotions.

Because Hunter stared in that direction for so long, the other reporters noticed it and turned around.

When they saw Winston, they both showed surprised expressions.

One of the reporters boldly asked: "Mr. Winston, why are you here?"

When everyone thought he would just nod his head and leave, Winston said, "I've booked a ticket for the London Eye, Hunter, do you want to go together tomorrow morning?"

Everyone looked at Hunter in astonishment. You must know that Winston hardly gets close to anyone, even the drivers of the same team. What makes this young player who has just shown his talents get the favor of top drivers?

Winston's voice was obviously unhurried, but Hunter felt that he was hit by a force.

He nodded silly.

"Very well, see you in London at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Winston was about to turn around, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he bent slightly and leaned towards the microphone of a young reporter: "He is never nervous when talking to me."

Before everyone could react, Winston had already turned his back.

Hunter wanted to run away quickly: Hey—oh my god!How could Winston tear him down?

It is said that many senior reporters would be nervous when facing Winston because of his strong aura.If Hunter had no problem speaking in front of Winston, he was only facing the reporters, so nervous!

The on-site media began to ask questions frantically again, many of which were about Winston, and some even asked Hunter if he meant to switch to Ferrari.

"I'm still pretending I didn't eat enough for dinner, so I'm going to pass out..."

Before he fell down, he was held up by Marcus and the PR manager from left to right.

Marcus whispered: "If you are more dishonest, we will make you really have nothing to eat in the future!"

That night, when Hunter returned to the hotel, he ran into Donald in the corridor.

This guy is hugging beautiful women again, and there are still two of them. Hunter couldn't help but start a discordant imagination in his mind.

"Hey! Little Hunter!" Donald greeted him.

Hunter thought that if he didn't have a flat tire, he might have passed this guy, so he didn't want to talk to him.

And also "Little Hunter", are you big there?Take it out for a walk!

"You won't be angry, are you?" Donald smiled and patted Hunter on the shoulder.

"What are you doing!"

"Thank you." Donald said suddenly and solemnly.

"no need thank me?"

"Thank you for the flat tire, otherwise I wouldn't be fourth in the sub-station."

Hunter tilted his head: "Are you stupid for rolling the sheets? Are you thanking me for this? If you have the ability to follow me back to the room, I will crush your head with the door!"

"Hey, don't get excited! Can't you hear that I'm showing your admiration?" Donald shook his head amusedly, "Okay, okay, in order to soothe your wounded heart, there will be a meeting in my room tomorrow night. Party, I originally only invited my teammates, now I am willing to invite you, do you want to come?"

A discordant association began to form in Hunter's mind again: "A party for three people? What do you want to do?"

Donald immediately covered his stomach and laughed: "What can only the three of us do? Of course, besides us, there are a large group of bunny girls!"

Hunter's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Donald patted his chest. "The next race is in Austria. When will you leave the UK?"

"The day after tomorrow." Hunter began to look forward to it.He knew that Donald was good at playing, but the bunny party was something he had been fantasizing about since he entered adolescence, and he didn't expect that it was Donald who made it happen for him.

While Hunter was imagining all kinds of things, he suddenly remembered that he had asked Winston to go to the London Eye.

"Well, when is your party over?"

"All night until dawn."

"Your team allows you to be so crazy?"

"The crazier I am, the better." Donald waved his hand and said, "Hey, bring your own condoms!"

The last reminder almost made Little Hunter stand up.

So Hunter, because of his high spirits, was full of imagination and didn't fall asleep until midnight.

The next morning, when the phone kept ringing, Hunter turned around hugging the quilt, suddenly thought of something, and sat up suddenly.

Today he's going to the London Eye with Winston!

Hurry up!

Hunter hurried into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face and changed into a T-shirt, then dug out the sports jacket in the suitcase, put on the sunglasses, looked left and right in the mirror, and thought about it... Mrs. Winston Handsome, no matter how I dress, I have no sense of existence in front of him.

The weather in London is very good today, and there are even many tourists queuing up at the London Eye.

But Hunter saw Winston at a glance.

He was wearing Hunter's baseball cap that was photographed at the charity dinner last time, and he was wearing a simple sweater and sweatpants, but even with such a low-key and casual attire, he still could not be ignored in the crowd.

He lowered his head halfway, holding the phone with one hand as if editing a text message, with the other hand in his pocket.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Why did you tear down my desk!

Winston: In order for you to answer the media's questions honestly.For example, who is your man.

Hunter: ...what a mess!Why did you ask me to the London Eye in front of the media!

Winston: To let the media know who your man is.

Hunter: ...there is no way to live!