Could You Not Tease Me?

"so what?"

"So, get a feel for the track during free practice. When the race starts, don't have any hesitation and trust your feelings."

"Okay." Hunter nodded.

"Go."

"Oh."

"I see you leave."

"I don't want you to watch me off!"

"Who wants you to always look at my back on the track?"

"Damn it! This time I really want to surpass you! Otherwise, I won't be reconciled!" Hunter pointed his middle finger at the other party.

"Go." Winston lifted his chin.

Hunter turned around and walked away from him step by step.

But my heart is full.

As soon as he returned to the team to report, Marcus hugged him: "I was worried that you would fall asleep on the plane, and then the flight sent you back to Dubai!"

The other staff members laughed too.

Hunter quickly took out the gifts he had prepared and distributed them to everyone. Marcus, who received the tie, burst into tears.

"I honestly never thought you'd bring me a gift someday. That's some good taste in a tie..."

"Winston chose it for you."

"I just said it doesn't look like your taste!" Marcus approached and asked Hunter in a low voice, "Honestly, is Winston going to recruit you to Ferrari?"

"No! Isn't there only competition and no friendship among drivers?" Hunter said sternly.

He gave the snacks he brought to Shen Xi, and Shen Xi gave Hunter a bear hug without hesitation.

"Austin's race track has been taken to a higher level." Shen Chuan came to Hunter with a smile and stretched out his fist.

Hunter immediately understood the meaning of Shen Chuan's words.

The Austin track requires the car to have a strong downforce performance, and Shen Chuan must have said this to Hunter because he is very confident in this performance.

"Okay, this stop...whether it's Owen, Shire, or Winston, let's see if I can drag anyone off the horse."

Hunter stretched out his fist and collided with Shen Chuan.

The free practice session will not start until the day after tomorrow. In the past few days, Hunter will continue to practice basic physical fitness and reverse jet lag.

After dinner, Hunter came for a walk near the Austin track, wanting to feel the temperature and airflow near the track, as well as imagining the shouts of the audience.

"Hey, Hunter? Didn't expect you to be around here?"

A laughing voice sounded, Hunter turned his head and saw Lawrence Owen.

Under the darkness of night, his handsome face had a vague sense of mystery.

"I'm here for a walk!" Hunter shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm also your teacher, can't you respect me a bit?" Owen walked over, putting an arm on Hunter's shoulder.

"You still say? What you taught me is either useless or embarrassing me!" Hunter put Owen's arm down.

"How could it be useless? I think it's all quite useful. It's just that you don't have enough experience to see the effect."

Hunter didn't even know where Owen's confidence came from.

Owen lowered his head, then lifted Hunter's hand: "Your new watch?"

"No, Winston...in exchange for me."

Speaking of this, Hunter felt embarrassed for his own oolong.

"I changed it with you? What's the matter?"

"When I was in Dubai Mall, I wanted to give him a watch, but after I bought it and sent it to him, I found that he had the exact same watch on his wrist!"

"You said you liked Van Winston, but you didn't even know what watch he was wearing?" Owen looked at Hunter with an expression of "you are hopeless".

"I'm not interested in watches..." Hunter curled his lips.

"And then what?"

"Later I said to return it and change the style. Winston said no, just give me his watch, and he will wear the one I bought."

At this time, Hunter found that Owen looked at him with a different expression, and it turned out to be a trace of recognition and admiration.

"Hunter, Hunter! You are really clever! For a man, a watch that he wears for a long time is more precious than a wedding ring. Don't you think it's like exchanging a wedding ring when Winston gives you his watch?" ?” Owen pressed Hunter's shoulder hard.

In fact, it doesn’t need to be said by Owen, Hunter also felt a bit like it at the time.

"Aren't you confident enough now? That guy Winston is definitely interested in you, otherwise he won't accept your watch."

Hunter's heart cheered.

"Then what's next?"

"Continue! After this round of competition, let's continue to work hard." Owen hugged Hunter's shoulder, "Suddenly I feel that you, a stupid student, are not really lacking in talent."

"Yeah, let's work hard after the game. The game is the most important thing now."

"Stinky boy, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing. If you are squeezed out by Winston, be careful to be eaten by me." Hunter smiled and walked towards his hotel with his pockets in his pocket.

"This kid is really... getting more and more annoying."

When Hunter saw the hotel gate, someone stopped him suddenly.

"Hunter!"

As soon as Hunter turned his head, he saw a figure standing in the backlight of the street lamp.

"Who?"

If it was a media reporter, Hunter didn't remember many.

"You... don't you remember me?"

It was only when the man came into the light that Hunter recognized it.

"You're Merlin who was... rushing the sand with us! Why are you here?" Hunter was surprised.

"Of course I came here to watch the game." Merlin seemed a little excited, "Is this the hotel where you stayed?"

"Ah... yes... I heard that the Marcus team lives here every year, and it hasn't changed." Hunter showed a big smile.

"I'm really happy that you remember my name. You have so many fans... I never thought you would remember me..." Merlin became visibly excited.

No... Maybe it's not so much excitement as excitement?

"That... I actually don't have any fans... Hahaha..."

Suddenly remembering Winston's evaluation of Merlin before, Hunter, who was alone, panicked inexplicably. He tried his best to keep a smile and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed."

"Oh... of course."

"Then enjoy your game time."

Hunter turned around and walked into the hotel. After entering the elevator, he breathed out.

Then I thought I was funny again.

He wasn't frightened by Merlin, but by Winston.

Soon came the free practice session.

Every minute and every second on the track counts for Hunter.

He must understand the track, remember every corner, every ups and downs, and grasp every overtaking point.

It is also tense for the engineering team led by Shen Chuan. They must consider other adjustment items based on the data displayed by the drivers and the car.

As usual, after each practice game, Hunter would find a corner to smoke his cigarette.

And Winston always found him as if he knew everything.

"I suddenly feel that this game of hide-and-seek is meaningless. You can always find me..." Hunter raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and sighed regretfully.

"You can smoke in a more visible place next time." Winston sat down beside him.

Hunter seemed to have thought of something, turned his face to Winston with a smirk and said, "Actually, I really like the Austin track. Especially its upswings and descents, and its ups and downs."

"Children." Winston reached for the cigarette that Hunter had in his mouth.

But Hunter tilted his head in dissatisfaction: "Don't smoke children's cigarettes!"

Winston clasped Hunter's cheek with one hand, and stretched out his fingers to fiddle with his lower lip.

Hunter wanted to shout for a foul, but Winston took the cigarette away as soon as he loosened his jaw.

"You like the ups and downs of the Austin track?" Winston asked back.

He took a cigarette butt bitten by Hunter in his mouth, took a light puff, and spat it out again.

"It's like sex!" Hunter said, glaring at the other party.

"Oh—" Winston's voice drew slightly, "the one sitting on me?"

"Yes! Sit..."

What the hell!

The corners of Winston's lips curled up.

Hunter is super dissatisfied!

He was obviously trying to seduce Winston, so why was this guy going against the routine again?

Stop playing!

Hunter got up and was about to leave, but Winston raised his hand and clasped his calf: "You don't want any more cigarettes?"

"No more, smoke slowly!"

Winston let go of his hand and was actually smoking slowly there.

Hunter turned his head and left.

This will not work!

If you want to trap this guy again in the future, you must think carefully, see the opportunity before making a move, and you must not be reversed by this guy!

At one o'clock in the morning after the end of the three rounds of free practice, the qualifying session ushered in.

Sitting in the car, Hunter closed his eyes, constantly recalling all the key points of the Austin track.

When he opened his eyes, Shen Chuan was beside him.

"Hunter, we're always there for you. You know, every game you play, it's a foundation for us to go further."

"I know."

Hunter nodded.

The auditorium at the Austin track is almost boiling.

From being disturbed and troubled by these sounds at the beginning, to now he can habitually get rid of all the sounds that disturb him, he knows that his self-control ability has become stronger and stronger.

The competition for qualifying is still full of gunpowder.Owen dominated in Q1, skillfully entering and exiting corners. Even on a track like Austin, his fluency was not affected in the slightest. Even the aerial footage of the helicopter showed him as if he was traveling in the sea.

Charles and Winston's lap times are comparable, and they are also very threatening to Owen, but before the end of Q1, Hunter's lap time continued to improve and stabilized behind the two of them.

Starting from Q2, the competition became more obvious.Although it is a track without gunpowder, it gives the audience a feeling of war.Owen was overtaken by Charles in the middle of the second round of qualifying, but at the end, Winston overtook Charles and temporarily ranked first.

By Q3, the top three were still changing, and the audience was extremely nervous.

Hunter squinted his eyes, unreservedly played the car's performance, and even surpassed Owen who was ranked third!Although Owen chased back the position without persisting for two laps, it still excited the Marcus team.

At the end of qualifying, Winston got the pole position, Charles ranked second, Owen third, Hunter kept the fourth position and attracted the attention of the media. No one can use luck to explain this young man The teenager played.

The Marcus team also followed suit, and received a notice from Nikki Group to increase sponsorship before the race was over.

But Hunter did not feel relaxed about his qualifying results.

He sat quietly in his seat, drinking water, and listening to the technical officer's analysis.

From the lap time competition in qualifying, he knew that Owen, who was familiar with the track, or familiar with this style of height difference, was indeed ahead of him.

This kind of lead seems very subtle, as if it can be broken with a single poke, but Hunter understands that hard work is not enough to really hit the poke.

Maybe what Winston said before the game is to trust your own feelings.

If you want to kill an enemy stronger than yourself, you have to be more murderous than the opponent.

"Hunter...if you can hold fourth this time..."

Before Marcus could finish his sentence, Hunter stuffed a small bun into his mouth.

"Hold my position? Behind me is Enzo from Lotus, Duchovny from McLaren, Penny from Renault, Donald from Sauber...any one... as long as I breathe a sigh of relief Take my shoulders and get in front of me...Marcus, we are no longer in the stage of defending something."

Hunter's eyes looked at Marcus.

There was no pure enthusiasm in those eyes, but calmness on the contrary.

He knew his position, his situation, and even the opponents behind him who were ready to overtake him.

"Yes...we are not only chasers, but also the target of others." Marcus put his hand on Hunter's shoulder, and looked back at him with the same powerful eyes, "Try to use all your skills. If You are crazy, we will go crazy with you."

"Thanks, this is what I want."

Hunter laughed.

Marcus was in a daze. Since when did he fail to keep up with this little brat?

No... no... no, how can such skill and determination belong to children?

Evan Hunter is already a man who knows what his goals are.

At this time, Irving of the Red Bull Racing Team was stretching on the seat.

"Ah... so disgusting!"

"What's the matter? Because the pole position was taken away by Van Winston, or is Charles in front of you again?" The technical officer of the team came to Owen's side and asked with a smile.

"No, what I hate is Evan Hunt right behind me."

Owen frowned, and his beautiful green eyes narrowed.

He rested his chin on both hands, stepping back and forth on the ground with his right foot.

"Are you nervous? Isn't it... Owen..."

"That kid was trying to run me over," Owen said.

"The result of Formula One is not absolutely certain. But your experience and skills are above his..."

"You don't know, in terms of driving skills, any driver driving in front of him now can't guarantee that he is better than him. But once this kid locks his target, he will make you breathless until the last moment."

"so what?"

"So I want to thank him for his existence. Because of him, I have to get ahead and leave the pressure to others." Owen pulled up his lips and smiled.

With much anticipation, the Austin track ushered in the main race.

The sun at nine o'clock in the morning is not very dazzling, and even a little soft.

And in such softness, the fighting on the track is about to kick off.

The cars of each team are in their positions, and the audience is also waiting for the start of this speed carnival.

When all five lights went out, Winston, who took the pole position, rushed out first, and passed the first uphill corner with incomparable momentum.

Charles didn't drag himself through the corners, neither did Owen.

Hunter followed closely behind, without being separated at all.

And behind him was like a big melee, followed by Penny and Duchovny, and their goals were Hunter.

Don't think about the jackal behind you, look at the lion ahead!

At the first slowing corner, Owen felt Hunter's approach.

This kid is really bolder than before, but what makes him so bold is definitely his more confident technique!

Several laps of ups and downs in a row, such a drop requires more braking ability when cornering, but Hunter's operation is so precise that Owen feels like a shadow that cannot be shaken off.

In order to get rid of this shadow, Owen started an extremely sharp competition with Charles in the first ten laps.

When Owen overtook Shire on lap No.12, the intensity of the two cars even sparked on the ground. Owen took the lead out of the corner. Although the advantage was not obvious, he completely took away the It gave Charles a chance to overtake.

At that moment, Owen let out a breath and ran wildly on the long straight.

"Dear Shire, I leave Evan Hunt for you to taste!"

Owen is now going to attack the red F1 ahead at full speed.

Hunter came into the pit to change tires, and after the team changed neatly, Hunter was temporarily behind Renault's Penny.

After two or three laps, Hunter began to catch up strongly.

The famous Penny's defensive driving was broken by Hunter, and he almost made a mistake in the line and entered the buffer zone, but Hunter surpassed Penny like a picture of the stars and the moon, and rushed to the front of Charles.

"Damn it—it's that brat again!" Charles cursed in his heart.

Soon the two cars began to confront each other on the curve. Charles turned the steering wheel fully and seemed to force Hunter out of the track, but Hunter withstood the pressure. Not only did he not collide with Charles, but he also Wonderful routing keeps the distance to follow the charr.

At that moment, Charles understood that this kid was different from Abu Dhabi Station.

Every game seems to allow him to absorb something, and they will all become nutrients absorbed by him.

On the continuous curve of S1, Hunter initiated an overtaking of Charles again.

This time, Charles was holding his breath in his throat. He knew that he could not make any mistakes. The two cars alternated. At the first corner, Hunter seemed to be overtaking Charles, but he was pulled back by Charles. After the corner Charles was still in the lead.

At this time, Charles laughed, it had been a long time since such a bloody opponent appeared.

To be honest, Charles has long been a little bored of always competing with Owen and Winston.

Hunter's pursuit made him very excited, as if he had returned to the era when he first entered Formula One.

In the front, Owen successfully overtook Winston at the first corner, but was overtaken by Winston at the same corner two laps later.

I don't know why, but Hunter didn't feel discouraged at all despite failing to surpass Shire many times. On the contrary, he became more confident every time.

"He's in great shape..." Marcus sighed.

Hunter and Shire pitted one after the other and exerted their strength at the same time. Shire's goal was Owen, but Hunter caught up behind Shire again.

The two cars competed again at the first corner, and the spectators were terrified, fearing that they would collide, but Hunter and Shire knew it was impossible.

They kept the distance in parallel, and they came out of the corners one after another, as if they were about to fly, causing the whole audience to shout wildly.

With few laps left, Hunter narrowed his eyes.

Alright, Charles, after so many laps of yours, let's have some fun!

In a gentle corner, Hunter started a braking competition with Charles. They are both risk-averse masters and almost all braked at the same time. This kind of competition lasted for three consecutive corners. , Hunter looked like he was about to rush into the buffer zone at the exit of a corner because of the pressure on many shoulders, but he reversed strongly.Almost no one understood what happened, including Hunter himself, everything followed his feeling. He used a powerful line to go around in front of Charles who was adjusting the line, and rushed out.

The audience stood up and shouted.

Marcus clenched his fists and opened his mouth wide!

Hunter, however, rushed forward as if he didn't feel anything.

With two laps left, Charles began to overtake Hunter.

The contest between them was still going on, but Hunter pinched the line perfectly and followed Owen all the way across the finish line!

"Oh... he got the third? He cut off the great white shark Shire?" Marcus turned his face stupidly, looking at the technical officer beside him.

"...It should be..."

Two seconds later, the team behind them yelled frantically.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I will bite you off next time!

Winston: Hmm.

Hunter: Don't treat me like a child!What are you doing touching my head!Hey... where are you touching?Do not touch there!

Winston: Then don't be too hard when you bite me.

Hunter: Huh?

Winston: I'll teach you to bite like this.

Hunter: Go away!My slacks are new!