Could You Not Tease Me?

"What? The manager of our team said I wasn't stretched enough!" Hunter shrugged.

"Do you know the slingshot? No matter how tight it is, it is meaningless if you refuse to let go."

Winston opened the car door and came to Hunter's side.

"Wait here for me. I'm going to turn on the lights on the test track."

"Hey, you are not afraid that I will drive your Ferrari away."

"Then you take it." Winston walked towards the control room, shaking his hands indifferently.

"Ah... how did you forget... With this guy's worth, a Ferrari sports car is probably like buying a child's remote control car to him?"

Wait, he's a member of the Ferrari team, maybe this sports car doesn't cost money at all.

Thinking about it, Hunter's heart began to feel sour again.

"Oh, oh, it's unhealthy to be with such a person, and it will affect the body's pH balance."

Only the sound of "Kara" was heard from far away, and the originally dark test track instantly brightened.

Hunter subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and turned his face sideways.Someone walked up to him and blocked the light for him.

"Winston..."

"You come and go."

"what?"

"Don't worry about anything, drive until it explodes."

"Driving until the cylinder exploded? This is your car!" Hunter looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yes, this is my car. So you don't have to be reluctant."

Hunter looked into Winston's eyes, looking for traces of this guy's "cold humor".

But he means it.

At that moment, Hunter got excited.

It was you who said "don't be reluctant".But don't let me drive it to waste, and show a regretful face again.

Hunter sat in the driver's seat, and Winston came to the co-pilot's seat. As soon as he put on his seat belt, the sports car rushed out.

Although supercars are not as difficult to control as F1 racing cars, the throttle and gear control for the purpose of breaking through the limit make Hunter's heart full of pleasure.

Rushed through one bend after another, faster and faster, as if the oncoming wind formed a huge wall, hit it, but was thrown behind his head again.

The space between the track and the wheels was almost burning, and Hunter felt that he was so looking forward to the moment of breaking through the limit.

There was only a "bang--" sound, that was the sound of the soul cracking, the sports car swung to one side, the speed dropped suddenly, and stopped.

Hunter's hands were still holding the steering wheel, as if he hadn't woken up from the extreme speed just now.

Winston next to him was silent and did not say a word.

"...It seems to be smoking?" Hunter looked at the other party.

"Ah."

Under the bright light, Winston's side face was like a cold cliff, and Hunter couldn't guess what he was thinking at all.

"It really exploded..."

"I saw it."

"I can compensate you..." Although his annual salary is not as much as a fraction of Winston's, he should... still be able to afford a Ferrari.

"No. I'm thinking we need a car to pick us up downtown."

"Oh. And what about this Ferrari?"

"Leave it to the people here to handle it."

"You don't need to drive anymore?"

"I still have three more." Winston calmly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Hunter blinked and blurted out: "Then how big is your garage!"

Winston had already contacted his assistant, who was coming.

After he put down his phone, he propped his chin and looked at Hunter.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Okay!"

A row of Ferraris, what a spectacle!

"Go in, I probably won't let you out."

"what?"

"Do you know what's wrong with you in Formula One?"

Hunter looked into the other person's eyes, his gaze was calm but far-reaching, as if extending through Hunter to another wider space.

"Let the tight spring loose..."

"Yes. Remember how you felt today. On the track, you can do whatever you want."

Hunter looked at Winston in puzzlement, squinting his eyes carefully from various angles.

After nearly a minute, Hunter finally couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Ok?"

"You called my name in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, otherwise... I would have been beaten by McGrady until my parents didn't recognize me."

"I heard that you were still beaten later. It's just that you deserve to die."

"Is there a reason to die? I have a reason to die!"

"Is not it?"

Winston asked back coolly, and it was only then that Hunter remembered what he had done...as if...he really deserved his death.

"Well, that aside for now. You also bought my baseball cap at a charity auction."

"It was left to you by your father. Even if you don't like it, you don't want whoever got it to treat it like trash."

Hunter was stunned: "You... how do you know that it was given to me by my father?"

"My guess."

"You guessed it?" Hunter had an expression of "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Yeah." Winston had an expression of "that's how it should be".

"Okay... what about now? No one cares about my performance and points in F1. I know very well that most people in this world like to see others suffer worse than themselves. So most drivers should be more happy I gave them the bottom place. What about you? You know where my problem is...you don’t hesitate to use your own Ferrari to teach me, why?" Hunter looked at the other party with incomprehensible eyes.

Please tell the truth.

Otherwise I won't be able to sleep.

"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."

Hunter looked at each other: how is this possible!You are destined to fall in love with Shire, the "Jaws" of the Mercedes-Benz team, don't drag me, an outsider, into the water!

"Second, I want to pick you up."

This joke is so fucking cold...if it's true I'm quitting F1.

"Third, I want to be friends with you. Which do you think is true?"

Hunter's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and when he realized something, a subtle sense of superiority rose in his heart inexplicably.

After a long time, I bought his baseball cap again, took him for a racing car, and looked like I was going to scare him into stuttering on the road... Could it be all to attract his attention?This is too speechless!

"Third, you want to be friends with me!"

A big smile appeared on Hunter's face.

"Wrong, except for the third point, everything else is true."

"Please don't continue to talk nonsense in a serious manner!" Hunter tilted his head and looked at the other party, thinking that Winston, who had taken so much trouble to get close to him, became cute, "So you want to be friends with me! I can I understand! A person is too outstanding, and it is also a very sad thing. But why don’t you be friends with the great white shark Shire? You are in the same class! Ah, I understand, a genius like you People, only by being with a waste like me can I return to the world from the altar!"

Hunter developed a rich imagination.

Winston turned his face sideways, his eyes were colder than before.

"I don't just want to be your friend."

"..." Hunter looked at the other party, frowned for a long time and said uncertainly, "Not just to be my friend...that is to be my good friend?"

Sure enough... the nerves of geniuses are different from those of normal people?In order to deepen the impression and quickly rise from the level of "friend" to "good friend", Fan Winston can be regarded as fighting?

"Well, if I say that I'm really looking for you, you should run away like shit, and then fight to the death without any contact."

"Huh?" Hunter's brows would be furrowed.

What the fuck?What's not to do with each other?

Also, please stop saying such things with such an expression!

"So, you can treat me as a friend first."

Winston's expression was cold, and he clearly made Hunter feel that he was not happy.

After two seconds of silence, Hunter suddenly covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "I said... well, I insist on being friends with you, and you don't want to be friends at all. I understand, you just don't want me to be your friend." Because the life of a racing driver is too much failure, so I reluctantly come to help me!"

You're Van Winston, and I'll let you go!

Count me begging you to be my friend!

"There's no way you're going to fail in your life. You're the best driver in the near future," Winston said.

While such reassurance might sound like a box full of candy, only all of it belonged to someone else, in that moment, Hunter was grateful.

"It's a pity that I won't play in the next race in Canada. Because in three consecutive races, I'm ranked [-]th. Mr. Marcus is thinking about letting Luke replace me."

Originally, the absence of the sub-station did not make Hunter very sad, anyway, he had no points.

But at this moment, he suddenly regretted it.

Probably because the sports car didn't deserve its death.

"Be ready to play at any time. In the next race, you will get your first points."

Hunter lowered his head and smiled: "This unrealistic way of comfort is not like you. But thank you."

"If you think I've comforted you, can I pick you up?"

Winston's expression was serious.

His gaze, the deepest part of his gaze, made Hunter feel serious.

But Hunter still couldn't help laughing out loud: "Soak your head! You should go back and get Oreos to make milk! You want to make friends in such a crappy way? Fortunately, I met Ivan Hunter, otherwise this pretty face would have been beaten into a pig's head long ago!"

It's the most ridiculous thing Hunter has ever heard.

This guy Winston has only met himself a few times!

Alright, alright, since I really want to make friends, it means that there must be something in me that this aloof male god would approve of.

Compared with those beginnings like hanging girls, Hunter decided to have a "normal" beginning between himself and Winston.

"Hey, hello, I'm Evan Hunt. Thank you for being friends with me. In the future, I will drive a nice car, smoke a cigarette, and drink alcohol when I turn 21. But girls must not be together. Bubble."

Hunter held out his hand to Winston.

Anyway, whether it's a sports car, cigarettes or fine wine, Winston's is definitely better than his own. If you share it with him, you will definitely not lose money.

Maybe Niu too?

Hunter regretted the last sentence he said a little bit, you girl, please give it to me.

Winston didn't answer, but held Hunter's hand anyway.

Let's just say, this guy does so many things, just want to be friends with himself!

"No matter how strong a team is, how many people behind a driver are working hard, but once on the track, every decision, every turn and every acceleration is only ours. I know, you are actually lonely." Hunter Smiling and looking at each other.

Winston, though not responding, looked him in the eye.

This made Hunter very satisfied.

Because at least he knew that the other party was listening to him seriously.

"Because, so am I."

Even if I'm not as good as you.

At this time, a helpless voice came.

"Oh—my Winston! What are you doing? Are you here in the middle of the night to destroy your sports car?"

It was a slightly fat middle-aged woman who was close to 40 years old. The curls on her hair had not been removed, and she obviously rushed from home in a hurry.

"This is..." The woman came to Hunter and squinted her eyes.

"I'm Evan Hunter...the driver of the Marcus team." Hunter glanced at Winston uncertainly.

"How did you get here?"

Hunter thought for a while, and for a moment didn't know how to answer this question.

"I brought him," replied Winston.

"Why are you?"

Winston directly ignored the assistant's doubts, but looked at Hunter: "Let's go, we'll take you home."

"Ah, oh."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Confused assistant: Oh my god!You took him to the Ferrari test track!

Winston: Because I want to fuck him.

Collapsed assistant: But you can't let him explode your Ferrari!

Winston: Because I want to fuck him.

Puzzled assistant: Then don't call me here in the middle of the night, it's such a big test track, it's quiet and has lights, just get on it!

Winston: Because I don't want to fuck him just once.

The assistant who suddenly realized: Oh!So when you say you want him to treat you as a friend, you want to flirt anytime and anywhere. Poor Hunter has to endure it in order to maintain a reason that doesn't exist!After he gets used to you, you can do whatever you want!

A few days later, Hunter clutched his chest and gave birth to lovelessness: My best friend teases me every day. I thought it was his perverted hobby. I never discriminate against my friend's little hobbies...but I didn't expect that he really wanted to. fuck me!