Could You Not Tease Me?

Four-fifths of the race has been completed, Hunter pitted again, Marcus was very excited, he had a feeling that Hunter was not satisfied.

After exiting the pits, Hunt set his fastest lap at Suzuka on the penultimate lap.

Owen and Winston started a corner contest, and Charles was chasing him. Before entering the corner, he was surprised to find that Hunter was chasing behind him.

"This guy Penny...why was he overthrown by others!"

Charles pursed the corners of his mouth, and his turn did not leave Hunter any chance at all.

After leaving the Spoony corner, Hunter chased Shire into the overtaking point.

The young man behind him was so calm that Charles was surprised. It was clearly a chicane, but Hunter boldly delayed the braking. Almost along the edge of the track, the wheels of the two cars almost collided at the corner exit. It was frightening to watch.

"Mom..." Marcus opened his mouth half-open.

At this moment, even time is stopped.

Until Charles was close to the track and went out of the corner early, the audience applauded and Marcus let out a breath.

Although the overtaking was unsuccessful this time, the whole team was boiling.

"This kid is so good! How dare he single out Charles!"

"This is the most threatening challenge we have ever launched against a top driver!"

Charles still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief on the straight, because he knew very well that Hunter behind was looking for opportunities to follow.

"Thinking beautiful."

With a soft snort, Charles rushed to the end of the straight and entered the last lap.

At this time, Winston exited gracefully at the Dunlop corner and got in front of Owen.

At the same corner, Hunter chased Shire again, attracting the attention of almost all the audience and commentators.The newly tuned car allowed Hunter to approach Charles at the apex with super balance.

Charles bit his own line and took the lead out of the corner again!

At this moment, whether it was Hunter's line routing and decisiveness, or Charles' miraculous biting of the line, it became the most exciting contest in this game.

When Hunter crossed the line with a gap of [-] seconds behind Charles, all the staff of the Marcus team hugged each other.

Marcus looked at the screen stupidly, with tears in his eyes, he turned around and looked at Shen Chuan who was calmly analyzing the data for a long time.

"Thank you... Dr. Shen, without you... it would be impossible for Hunter to get fourth..."

No.4 is the best result achieved by all the drivers of the Marcus team so far.

Hunter drove the car back and the whole team cheered him on.

But his heart is very peaceful.

This time, he still failed to compete with Winston on the track.

The man was still standing aloft, looking down at him.

Taking off the fire mask, Hunter took the towel and pressed it over his eyes.

He wanted to cry inexplicably, but the congratulatory voices in his ears failed to enter his brain.

Winston won the championship again.

And Hunter... Apart from that man's glory, he is not even his opponent now.

"Hunter, give us time... When our power unit is completed, you will definitely be able to compete with Winston."

As if being hit in the heart, Hunter raised his head and met Shen Chuan's eyes.

He held Shen Chuan's hand, and his eyes became hot: "Thank you, I believe in you."

The post-match interview was about to begin, and Hunter sat there quietly drinking water and eating food prepared by a nutritionist.

"Hey Hunter, your flowers!"

"Oh, thanks."

Hunter opened the card, and the writing on it was completely unfamiliar: You burn my eyes.

"Who sent this?" Hunter asked the staff.

"It seems to be sent by the secretary of the board of Nikki Group."

"Nicky Group?"

Hunter scratched the back of his head, could it be Vivian Nicky?

At this time, Marcus quickly walked towards Hunter, hugged him, and kissed him hard on the face twice.

"Hunter! Hunter! Our darling!"

Hunter rolled his eyes: "If you call me baby again, I'll put your head in the crack of the wall!"

"Vivin Nikki, the major shareholder of the Nikki Group, just called us and said he would sponsor us! Mr. Nikki is likely to become the largest shareholder of our team! Most importantly, his sponsorship allows you to drive the best car !"

"Nicky..." It was really him.

"Yeah, he came to watch this game in person! He's your big fan now!"

Hunter was a little dazed.

Hold the grass!Has Viven Nikki lost his mind with too much money!He went to play as a woman in the club!

At this time, the post-match media interview with Winston began.

Audrey, Winston's number one fan, was also present.

Winston answered all technical questions raised by the media with a calm attitude.

But Audrey's question was: "Your friend Evan Hunter scored the best result of his career. Do you have any comments on his performance in this game?"

The media focused on Winston, who rarely answered questions unrelated to racing, let alone commenting on other drivers.

"He's not my friend." Winston's voice was cold.

This made the media show regretful expressions.There were also whispers about whether Hunter would be embarrassed if he heard these words.

"For me, he is more important than a friend. So I feel very sorry for his performance this time, because I still haven't been able to compete with him."

"But he is getting closer and closer to you." Audrey said with a smile.

"Yes." Winston nodded.

The reporters present immediately used their brains, and various headlines came into being.

What "Winston predicted: Hunter will surpass Shire to become his ultimate opponent", "The era of Winston and Hunter is coming" and so on.

That night, Charles was drinking wine in a very depressed mood, and Owen was sitting beside him.

"Hey! How did you say you didn't hold on to the championship! You actually let Van Winston win the championship again!"

"Okay, okay! Why bother with young people!" Owen rubbed Shire's head like comforting a child.

"And that kid Hunter! Does he think he can easily surpass me?"

"Of course not!" Owen nodded, raised his hand and ordered another glass of wine for Charles.

"Are you my child?" Charles squinted at Owen.

"How is it possible?" Owen smiled.

"Then why are you so perfunctory?"

Owen exhaled and held out his thumb to Charles: "We agreed that the Abu Dhabi station will let these two brats know how powerful we are."

Charles pressed Owen's finger: "Then can you explain why you sent my wife the photo of me drinking in the bar!"

"Don't you want to divorce and your wife refuses? Let me help you!" Owen smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Help you! She's going to divide up my property now!"

"That's what you deserve!"

"I'm going to beat you to death now!"

"Oops! Don't hit me in the face!"

And the Marcus team has so many interview invitations that Marcus can't sleep.

Hunter's performance as a public relations manager in the post-match interview was comforting.

He's like a naughty king suddenly grown up.The PR manager thought that Hunter had never listened to the "official answer". He answered all the media with a smile, and all the reporters suddenly had a good impression of this well-mannered boy.

However, Hunter declined all the interviews after the press conference because he was tired and wanted to rest.

Marcus could see that he wasn't in the mood they expected, so he didn't force him as much as before.

When Hunter returned to the room, he received a strange call.

"Hi, hello, I'm Evan Hunter."

"Hello, I'm Nicky. I'll be waiting for you at the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. I wonder if I can treat you to dinner?"

"Nicky? Are you the Nicky I met at the club?" Hunter was surprised.

"Yes. If you refuse my invitation, I will tell Mr. Marcus to cancel the sponsorship of your team." Nicky said half-jokingly in a mischievous tone.

Hunter paused, then asked, "Are you wearing a long skirt and high heels today?"

"what happened?"

"If it is, I won't go." Thinking of being played around by the other party, Hunter was still depressed.

"I'm wearing a suit and tie today. Because I want to invite you to dinner, I'm sure I'm the most handsome and charming."

"Okay, I'll be right here. Don't tell Marcus you're withdrawing your sponsorship."

Sponsorship is Marcus' life.Besides, I really want to see Nicky in real life.

In the high-end restaurant on the top floor, Hunter also had to change into a suit.He casually put on a tie and left the room.

The top of the restaurant is a large piece of glass, as if you are under the starry sky.

At the very center, Hunter saw a young man standing up.

He has short light chestnut hair, combed behind the ears, exposing his forehead, and has exquisite facial features. Hunter is not sure if the other person is Nicky, but the other person is indeed looking in his direction.

"Nicky?" Hunter tilted his head.

The other party laughed, and those eyes made Hunter confirm that the other party was Nicky.

"When I first saw you in the club, I thought you were cute. But after watching your game, I think you are very manly."

"Thank you." Hunter scratched the back of his head embarrassingly.

"What about me? What's the difference between me now and the me I saw in the club that day?" Nicky asked with a smile while propping his chin.

"It's more pleasing to the eye now," Hunter said.

"Haha, it's a lie. Obviously you like me better that day."

"If you dress like that again to lie to me, I'll give you a pair of panda eyes, regardless of whether you still like to sponsor the Marcus team." Hunter said seriously.

"Not when you celebrate your birthday?"

"This can be."

The two laughed.

Nicky is not actually feminine. On the contrary, I heard him talk about the sponsorship decision for the Marcus team and other decisions about the family business. He is a decisive and comprehensive mature man. Hunter is like a child in front of him. .

"Would you like to have another drink tonight?"

Nicky asked with a wink as dinner was over.

Just as Hunter was about to answer, he felt someone support him on the back of his chair.

A voice as cool as night fell from the top of his head.

"I'm sorry, Nicky. Hunter and I have something to talk about."

Hunter's heart clenched when he realized it was Winston.

"I'm about to break up with this guy. I have nothing to say. Let's go and have a drink." Hunter was about to get up, but the man behind him firmly held down his shoulder.

Nicky smiled: "Okay. Hunter, let's talk next time."

"and many more."

When Nicky walked past Hunter, Hunter subconsciously grabbed Nicky's wrist, "Are you afraid of Van Winston?"

"I wanted to say that I wasn't afraid. But he looked at me like he was going to kill me, and besides...we still have a little business relationship." Nicky made a gesture of wiping his neck.

His reaction makes Hunter suspect that Nicky and Winston have known each other for a long time.

Winston's hand on Hunter's shoulder slid along his arm to his wrist, and his fingers pressed hard. Hunter suspected that his wrist was about to be crushed by the opponent, so he could only let go of Nicky.

Nicky left with his pockets in his pocket.

When he came to the exit, he turned his face sideways, winked at Hunter, and said with his mouth: "To live."

Winston's voice rang in his ears: "Come on, I'll accompany you to have a drink."

Hunter turned his face to the other side: "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to rest."

"I thought you would be very happy to get fourth. You will also come to me and tell me that you don't need to break up with me." Winston's expression remained the same.

Is it child's play between me and you?

"Do you think breaking up a relationship can be said on the lips? Or do you think breaking up a relationship can also be used as a condition for negotiation?"

Hunter got up, without looking at the other party, and walked towards the door with a cold face.

He knew that Winston was right behind him, so he quickly walked out of the exit, pressed the elevator, and closed the elevator door as soon as he entered.

But when there was still a gap left, Winston suddenly reached out and pressed the elevator door.

The entire elevator vibrated with his strength, and Hunter subconsciously took half a step back.

Winston entered and the elevator doors closed.

Obviously he still had an unhurried expression, but Hunter felt the pressure.

"Hunter." That voice said his name again.

Hunter turned his face away from the other party: "We broke up."

Last time you had the final say, this time I have the final say.

When the elevator door was about to open, Hunter walked directly past Winston, and just as he was about to step out of the elevator door, he was suddenly pulled hard by the people around him, and immediately slammed into the opponent's arms.

Just as Hunter was about to knock the opponent away, the elevator doors closed. Winston tightened his embrace, and Hunter's bones were strangled by the opponent.

"You know that if you do break up with me, I will force it." Winston's voice was cold.

Hunter suddenly remembered that Owen had told him a few days ago that Winston must never be rejected, otherwise he would force it.

"What are you trying to do?" Hunter tensed his nerves, staring at the elevator floor, ready to throw Winston and rush out at any moment.

"Hunter, you broke your promise to me first."

"What promise?"

"You said that you will be with me in all dangerous things."

"What dangerous thing have I done?"

"You're drunk, Hunter."

"Is it dangerous to be drunk?"

The elevator door opened again, and several guests were about to come in.Winston's gaze swept across, like a cold front passing through, no one dared to take a step forward.

The elevator went up again.

"Of course it's dangerous."

Just as Hunter tried to break free, Winston's arm tightened until the blood vessels were clearly visible. Hunter didn't dare to move anymore, because he was already having difficulty breathing.

"Nonsense! So many people get drunk together, why should I be in danger!"

"Hunter, do you know what you... did to me after you bit me?"

"What outrageous thing have I done?"

"You grabbed my wrist and pressed me on the bed. You treated me like a woman, pulled my clothes, kissed my neck..."

Hunter's pupils almost burst open.

What?What did he do?

Just thinking about that scene, Hunter felt that he had broken through the limit of his cognition.

"You... you're talking nonsense..."

"I'm not bullshitting."

"You are so strong... how can I hold you down!" Hunter yelled.

The elevator door opened, which happened to be the floor where Hunter lived.

Winston let go of Hunter, walked out, raised his chin and said, "Why don't we restore it on the spot?"

"Restore...restore what?"

"You were very strong at the time, sitting on my waist with an arrogant look on your face."

Winston walked to the door of Hunter's room and leaned on the door to look at Hunter.

This made Hunter's mind twitch, imagining how he was pressing Winston... the other party looked at him in surprise, hair scattered on the pillow... don't get sexier.

"I had to kneel you off, you nearly fell under the bed, I dragged you back, you said you were going to party with me till dawn. Asked where my bunny ears went."

Winston's expression was so serious, and even his memories were so clear, Hunter suddenly felt that he was really hurting God.

"I said this isn't a bunny party and I'm not a bunny. I'm Vaughn Winston. You immediately get annoyed and say...you hate me, hate that I'm more attractive to women than you, hate that you're childish when compared to me My child, I hate that I am more sexy and mature than you, I hate my temperament, I hate everything about me."

Hunter looked into the other's eyes, and within three seconds, turned his head away.

That's not annoying.

That is envy.

Subconsciously, he wants to be a mature man like Winston who has temperament and credibility in front of everyone.

Obviously in the hands of so many F1 racing cars, Winston is definitely young, but he is very different from Winston.

"I said to you 'I'm sorry, Hunter. Don't be mad at me, you will get better and better, and there will be more and more people who appreciate you and like you'."

Winston's gaze was far-reaching.I yelled that I hated him, but this guy wanted to comfort him instead.

"But you said 'Even if I become better, I still can't catch up with you! I will never be able to be confident with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you!'"

Winston looked calm at this moment, but Hunter knew very well that he had hurt him.

Because Winston treats him differently than he treats others.

"You can't take what I say when I'm out of my mind! I'm just... I'm just..."

"Just what? Isn't what you say when you're drunk, the truest thought in your heart? Even though you're drunk, but your expression is so serious, you must hate me."

That's why Winston said that he had been tormenting him all night.

Not because Hunter was drunk, but because Winston must have been wondering why Hunter hated him, had he always wanted to break up with him?

"Did you almost cry when I said before qualifying that I would break up with you?"

asked Winston softly.

"Yeah...I'm pissed...very pissed...sad...you said if I don't drive in the top five you'll put that dick in my mouth, I just thought you were pissed, thought you wanted me A bit of pressure to take the game well...but when you say you're breaking up with me, that's different! I'm just drunk! You can be mad at me for doing bad things drunk, but you can't because Get angry and say you want to break up with me!"

Hunter's throat was choked and his nose was sour. It felt like watching his mother argue with his drunk father, and he could do nothing but watch them get farther and farther away from each other, and then sit on the bed alone and hug each other. Tears on knees.

Then one day, the mother left the house completely with her luggage.

He wanted to look up now because he knew his tears were about to fall.

He knew very well that even if he said he hated Winston, even if he said he wanted to break up with him after he was drunk, but what he said hurt the other party, and it hurt.

His father also abused him when he was drunk, even though he knew that it was not his father's intention, and he knew how much his father loved him when he was sober, but he still felt heartbroken.

The same goes for Winston.

"But my feeling was the same as yours at that time. Even if you know you are drunk, but such words can easily come out of your mouth, do you often think so when I am not by your side?" Wen Ston said.

"I do not have!"

Hunter immediately looked at the other party, and the moment he met Winston's eyes, the surface of his heart seemed to be pricked by a thin needle, and it ached.

"It's really smooth when you say why you hate me. It's like saying it a thousand times without me knowing."

"Because I... because I envy you. You are the kind of person I want to be. You are firm and rational. If you were me... maybe you wouldn't lose your father. You will use your mature way to solve everything... …and I can’t. I’ll just watch my parents blushing from the debts… all the shitty stuff… I’ll just watch my dad take my contest winnings to buy the most expensive wine and I’ll put the bottle snatched it from him and then we fought...I'm not saying this to you to pity me...but because I want to be you...but it's not easy to be you so I hate it Your perfect..."

Hunter lowered his head, knowing that he couldn't take it anymore, tears fell down his face.

He dared not wipe it, he did not want Winston to see his tears.

That's a sign of cowardice.

But Winston stretched out his hand, gently clasped the back of Hunter's head, pressed him on his shoulder, and let his tears fall on him.

"Stupid. If you really think I'm perfect, you don't need to be me. Because I will always be by your side, and I can do things you can't do well. Why do you have to work so hard to become someone like me? "

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Is there anything I can't do well that you can do well for me?

Winston: Hugging, kissing, and giving you a kick.

Hunter: ...