Could You Not Tease Me?

Winston nodded to the staff around him, and then followed Hunter to the other side.

Hunter looked at the other party with a cold face: "Hey, you said earlier that you paid for my expenses in the club, are you really ashamed to earn my money?"

Sure enough, Winston paused, but then regained his composure.

"Did Nicky or Owen tell you?"

"What are you doing? Are you going to hate someone?"

Whether it's Nicky or Irving, Hunter is happy to see them being beaten.

...wait, Nikki forget it, at least he provided himself with very important information.

"Even if that club belongs to me, shouldn't it be right for you to pay me for the consumption in it? And so far, I haven't asked you for that money."

What Winston said made sense, and Hunter could not refute it.

"Oh, then you told me what happened to Nicky and me on the surveillance camera from the beginning to the end?" Hunter raised his chin, anyway, he must be right about this matter, right?

"If I didn't look, how would I know you liked my eyes? How could I be sure that all the effort I'd put into getting close to you was paying off? How would I know that nothing actually happened between you and Nicky? You didn't mean anything to him. So interested?"

Winston took a step forward with every rhetorical question. He obviously didn't mean to threaten, but it made Hunter feel like he bowed his head.

Hunter swallowed subconsciously until his back was against the wall, but he still looked into Winston's eyes.

He already knew that this man was really omnipotent and occupied every direction of his life. Logically, he should be afraid, but Hunter didn't have the feeling of facing Merlin.

On the contrary, in addition to racing, did Winston spend all his energy on himself?

Perhaps seeing the uncompromising determination in Hunter's eyes, Winston slowly lowered his head and leaned against Hunter's forehead: "Don't be angry with me."

Hunter didn't speak.

"You like to play, don't you? So it's normal for me to use them to get close to you."

"If you want me not to be angry, then you can't take those pictures of me and Owen to your heart anymore."

"Okay." Winston closed his eyes and nodded.

"Since you don't care about it, sleep with me tonight."

Before I discussed with Owen how to overwhelm Winston's guilt, all of them were thrown out of the sky.

"Hunter..." Winston frowned, "As I said, I can't help it."

When I heard such words before, I might have a sense of crisis and feel that my lower back is hurting.But hearing such words now, Hunter felt a little... a little proud.

"I can't bear it and I can bear it." Hunter walked past Winston with his pocket in his pocket.

So that night, Hunter made a lot of money.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when we got back to the hotel room.Hunter changed into loose clothes and got under the quilt, while Winston was still taking off his clothes at a leisurely pace.

Hunter leaned against the head of the bed, stroked his chin and admired Winston's back line, and then raised his voice and said, "Hey——can you take off a little faster? You're going to sleep by my side anyway!"

Hunter never thought why he was so proud?

"You will regret it," said Winston.

"Don't worry, I will regret it in my dream." Hunter nodded and said.

Winston fell asleep and turned off the bedside lamp with his hand up.

"Go to sleep."

"Well, give me a kiss before going to bed."

Winston had deliberately kept the distance between the two of them, but Hunter directly leaned forward, pressing half of his body on Winston's body.

"Hunter!"

Winston murmured a warning.

"After qualifying for so long, you must be tired there too! We just kissed, what's the matter! Don't you like kissing me very much?"

Hunter's lips only touched Winston's cheek, and the guy really wanted to avoid him.

Hunter reached out and grabbed Winston's chin, and kissed it forcefully.

Today Nicky praised him for being manly!

Unexpectedly, in less than three seconds, Winston suddenly grabbed Hunter's shoulders, pushed him back, and directly covered him.

The powerful kiss vented Winston's suppressed possessiveness for a long time. Hunter was sucked by him until he was dizzy, but at the same time he really felt the crisis, because somewhere in Winston was so hot that it seemed to be on Hunter's body. There was fire on his body.

Fuck!You still have energy after qualifying!

Hunter's hand was tightly clasped by Winston and went down. Hunter struggled to retract his hand, but Winston was so forceful that it seemed to crush his wrist.

"Help me get it out," he said through gritted teeth in Hunter's ear.

"You do it yourself!"

"If I come by myself, I'll go in."

Winston spoke so forcefully that Hunter was stunned.

I can only solve it for him while being kissed madly by this guy.

Oh shit!Do you still have to hold the steering wheel tomorrow?

Originally, Hunter wanted to take the opportunity to make a fuss, but he didn't expect Winston to make a fuss in the end!

The next day, Hunter slept straight until lunch time.

And Winston was no longer by his side.

Hunter reached out and touched the place where the other party had been lying, and there was still warmth, indicating that Winston had been with him here for a long time.

Before the race, a team like Ferrari must have final technical arrangements, and it is impossible for Winston to be as capricious as Hunter.

On the note next to the bed was Winston's handwriting: Looking forward to fighting with you.

Hunter stroked it with his fingers, feeling the depression left by the handwriting on the paper, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

In the afternoon, Hunter followed the team back to the track.

It's going to start at eight o'clock in the evening.

The media was reporting before the game, and the audience couldn't restrain their excitement, and the whole of Singapore seemed to be jumping up.

Hunter sat on the chair, leaned back in the chair, and took a deep breath.

His feet mimicked the clutch, and his hands clasped the steering wheel.

The Marina Bay Circuit has its beauty and its unforgiving side.

Once the speed is too fast on narrow streets and dangerous curves, it is easy to lose control, and even at the end of the straight road section, the speed is too fast or the brakes are not timely, and it may rush into the sea.

This game has to be done.

Hunt knew that passing Winston on a track like this would really make sense.

The race was about to start, and Hunter looked at the red Ferrari diagonally ahead, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

If I can beat you this time, as a consolation, you can do whatever you want with me.

The corners of Hunter's lips moved upwards, and his eyes became sharper.

The moment all five lights went out, Hunter rushed out.

Charles, who was on pole, stabilized his advantage and did not give Owen behind him a chance to threaten himself, went straight into the first bend, and maintained the lead.

Owen drove cautiously but did not stall because of this, and the smooth line kept him away from Winston behind him.

Hunter overtook Winston at the narrow bend, all calculations and plans were left behind, and everything was driven by instinct.

The people in the Marcus team thought it was just an attempt by Hunter to overtake the Marina Bay Circuit, but Winston, who was being chased by him, understood that Hunter had already opened the prelude to the war.

Hunter's line was sharp, and Winston tried his best to defend. He almost lost speed because he rushed to the curb, but he stabilized the line and held on to the line.

In view of the seriousness of the audience, Winston seemed to be in danger at that moment, but Hunter knew that this guy did it on purpose.

While Hunter was trying to overtake Winston, behind him was Enzo of the Lotus team, who was also looking for a chance.

Enzo followed Hunter closely, and the previous contests let him know that he should not underestimate the defensive ability of this young teenager. If he is not careful, the pursuer will be led away by his defense and lose the best line.

At a gentle bend, Enzo tried to overtake Hunter, but Hunter immediately adjusted his alignment, swayed, and exited the corner flexibly. When Enzo drove over the shoulder, a large piece of debris fell from the car, and he was almost unable to pass. keep playing.

On lap 17, Charles pitted for the first time, replaced hard tires, and temporarily lagged behind Owen after exiting the station.Immediately after the next lap, Owen and Winston pitted one after another. After exiting the pit, Owen temporarily lagged behind Shire.

Hunter completed a very wonderful pit stop on lap No.19, chasing Winston on the narrow track, biting each other, and even when Hunter was slightly ahead at the corner, he would be overtaken by Winston The tense feeling made the audience's palms sweat.

At this time, Hunter seems to have forgotten that this is a game. Winston's judgment and execution of line routing make Hunter feel very interesting.

The contest with this man made Hunter's nerves more active and sharp than ever.

Several times of confrontation at corners, Hunter was always controlled by Winston at the last moment, and the two even broke the lap times of this race one after another!

Hunter became more and more excited, and the threat to Winston became more and more obvious.

"He's grown too much, getting sharper and sharper, and he's already hanging around Winston's neck." Audrey Wilson sighed in the media seats.

"Yeah, who would have thought that this kid who stayed downstream for three consecutive stops when he first entered Formula One would make all the big teams on the track feel uneasy at this moment." Mr. Cacho also showed an expression of appreciation.

Just when the contest between Winston and Hunter was lightning-fast, as if he was about to push the opponent into the white line at any time, Owen in front of him suddenly spun on the bare shoulders, at the apex of the lateral curve of the body, and at this moment, Winston had already into this curve.

Winston delayed braking as he battled Hunter for the apex, and this sent him full speed towards Owen.

Hunter, who was following Winston, widened his eyes and subconsciously shouted: "Winston—"

Winston's reaction was extremely quick, he immediately adjusted his direction, and was about to brush off Owen and leave, but Owen's car spun around, the front suspension system failed, and he was about to miss Winston and crash into the rear. Come in Hunter.

Hunter gritted his teeth and immediately adjusted his direction, but this corner is not wide, and he probably has no room to avoid it!

Winston, who was already about to be safe, slammed into Owen at that moment with the car body sideways. Winston's right car body collided with Owen's front wing, and the fiber fragments scattered in an instant. Winston directly used the car body Resisted Owen, squeezed him to the buffer zone, and just left room for Hunter to pass.

The moment Hunter drove through that bend, he seemed to feel the aftertaste of the pressure Winston was under, and the world seemed to be shattering crazily in front of him.

Owen's front wing seemed to have hit Winston's body, and all the bones in Hunter's body followed Winston's and caused unbearable pain.

As he passed him for a brief moment, he saw Winston make a sign to him: Go!

His heart tightened, and Hunter had no chance of turning back.

Where's Winston?

How is Winston?

Hunter just wants to see him again!

He accelerates like crazy and has to complete the lap as fast as possible to know what's up with him!

Winston... Winston...

Hunter's mind was full of the image of the man using the car body against Owen's out-of-control car, and all the fragments were stuck in Hunter's nerves again and again at that moment.

It hurts!

It hurts!

Charles, who was leading the race, faintly felt that something happened behind him. When he found someone chasing after him frantically, he found that it was Hunter!

He seemed to want to push Charles off the track, but kept at the critical point so as not to be fouled, but this aggressive pursuit made Charles grit his teeth.

He lost to Hunter in the last game, this time it is absolutely impossible!

Obviously, this track pays more attention to the stability of control than speed, but Charles does not hesitate to increase his speed to continue to block Hunter.

Get out!

Everyone go away!

Hunter just wanted to return to the scene of the accident immediately.

He felt that he was crazy, and he just wanted to break through all the shackles and return to that man's side.

For the first time, Charles felt cornered, and nearly drove off the white line several times.He didn't know what happened just now to make Hunter desperate, but such a Hunter was able to make no mistakes at high speeds, and Charles felt that this kid was too scary.

Finally, Hunter returned to the place where the accident just happened.

Owen and Winston's car looked horribly broken, with no one in the car outside the buffer zone.

Where's Winston?

Hunter gritted his teeth, his mind was pale, and the track in front of him no longer made sense.

Marcus' voice came from the radio in the car: "Hunter! Listen! Don't be impulsive! Winston is fine, he called just now to ask us to tell you—finish this game for him!"

At that moment, the discrete mind returned, and the world entered his eyes backwards.

He could imagine Winston's expression when he was talking with his mobile phone, his eyes slightly lowered, calm and calm.

Hunter, finish this game for me.

Taking a deep breath, Hunter gritted his teeth.

I will finish this game.

I will see you as soon as possible!

The ups and downs of the Marina Bay Circuit place extremely high demands on the performance of the racing car.

Just when Hunter bit Shire and entered the street track, Enzo of the Lotus team behind him also had an accident, and the body of the car rubbed against Penny of the Renault team.

Penny was knocked off the rearview mirror, but Enzo's side body was damaged and he had to retire.At this time, the game had just passed two-fifths, and the retirement rate was unexpected by many media.

On the narrow street circuit, Hunter continued to pose a threat to Charles, trying to overtake with such a small distance between the two cars that Marcus was on the verge of tears.

"What does this silly boy want to do? Didn't he tell him that Winston is fine? Finish the game for him, not die for him!"

"Trust him, Mr. Marcus. Hunter knows what he wants and what he should do. If other drivers are nervous, they may make irrational decisions, but when Hunter is nervous ...He will exceed our imagination." Shen Chuan comforted him.

Another lap ended, and Hunter was still the most threatening driver for Charles.

If we say that in the first five laps when he was chased by Hunter, Charles would think that this kid was crazy, but now Charles only feels horror.What makes this kid, who is participating in the race for the first time at the Marina Bay Circuit, perfect and full of attack whether it is routing or braking, every corner contest is like a death notice for Charles , If you have to crush him down, you won't give up.

Charles and Hunter pitted for the second time.

This gave Donald the lead for now, but Charles regained the lead on the second lap out of the pits.

Next to Donald was Hunter, and his overtaking line made Donald lose his temper.

"All right! All right! Good luck, brat!"

Hunter just felt as if there was some power accumulating in his body, lap after lap, his thoughts were like waves hitting the shore, clearly coming through the storm from a distant place, but when hitting the cliff No strength has been lost.

It was another slow corner, and Hunter overtook again. Charles gritted his teeth and maintained an advantageous distance. However, the two cars were almost parallel when they exited the corner. Charles accelerated to leave on the long straight, but did not Can get rid of Hunter, and continue to confront each other at the next corner.

The ground seemed to be on fire due to the grip of the galloping tires, and now all the media's focus was on the championship between Charles and Hunter!

"It's terrible! Driving like this... that kid will have an accident! Just keep calm now!" Audrey Wilson clasped her fingers, and she clearly saw that Winston was about to safely avoid Lawrence at that moment Owen, but his reaction after that was obviously blocking it on purpose.

There is only one reason for doing this, to protect Hunter who followed.

But what Hunter is doing now is irrational, and it is simply a waste of the sacrifice Winston made for him.

"No... Evan Hunt is not the type of guy who is going to be knocked out of his mind by anything on the track. On the contrary, so far, his driving has been flawless. You feel his line and his braking. , this is the Marina Bay circuit, and his tires are even less off the ground than other drivers. He wants to win Shire, and he knows what he is doing." appreciate.

The race has entered the last eight laps, and Hunter is still following Charles. His corner brakes are getting later each time, and he even turns close to the white line. This makes Charles, who has experienced many battles, realize that , this kid is adapting to the track at an astonishing speed. The arc of every curve and the length of every straight road are conquered by his driving skills. He no longer thinks about the so-called technology, but instinct.

It can be terrifying when a driver drives a track by instinct.

But, Hunter... Irving and I represent an era.

Our era will not be so easily surpassed by you.

Charles and Hunter intertwined back and forth, the audience screamed continuously, the track seemed to be broken by these two cars, and the two set the fastest speed on the track one after another.

The final lap contest finally arrived.

The other drivers on the track became the foil, and the focus of the audience was on Charles and Hunter.

The blood was jumping at the fingertips, as if about to rush out of the bondage. Hunter's breath was suppressed in his throat. After a third of the lap, Hunter still failed to surpass Shire. Just when people felt that the outcome of this game was dust When it settled down, Hunter drove a faster but more curved line on a gentle curve, and was about to rush out of the buffer zone. The audience stood up, and Audrey Wilson raised her hand to cover it. Eyes, time seems to be turning around...

Hunter's mind fell from a high place, as if rushing into the calmest seabed in Winston's eyes, his arms turned the steering wheel, the world was spinning around his ears, he turned around the apex miraculously, and took a step ahead Through the bend, into the long straight!

Marcus stood up with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, and the eyes of the audience seemed to burst open.

Hunter ran wildly on the long straight, as if breaking through the seal of time, Charles chased after him at a high speed, and the two hit the line almost at the same time!

The moment they rushed over, the world was quiet, and the sound of the roaring engine was instantly drowned out by countless surprised sights.

Hunter's hearing and vision fell apart in that moment.

His heart was beating wildly, his breath was rushing.

Until Marcus shouted frantically on the radio: "Hunter—Hunter! You are the champion! You beat Shire by [-] seconds! You won! You won!"

Finally, he knew what it was that had been accumulating in his body.

Those were his tears.

He leaned his head on the steering wheel, unable to control the tears that filled his helmet.

"Hunter! You're going to take the car to claim the prize! Hunter! We're going to celebrate with champagne! Hunter...oh...Hunter...I never in my life thought this day would come..."

Marcus was incoherent.

But Hunter said in a hoarse and choked voice: "Winston...where is he? I want to hear him talk..."

I want to hear him say his name softly.

Want to be hugged by him.

Think of the sound of his heart beating in his chest.

Everything about him...Hunter wanted to die.

"Winston...he's in the hospital..."

Hunter sat up abruptly.

"You said... what did you say?"

There was a coldness in my heart, and the suffocating madness on the track was frozen at this moment.

Fear overwhelmed him in an instant.

"Take it easy, Hunter. Listen to me... it looks like the front wing of Owen's car fell on his car and hit him in the shoulder, but Winston avoided it... only seemed to be sprained because of it." Shoulder or arm... But it is definitely not serious! There is no blood at all! The team doctor thinks he should go for a full body examination, that’s for sure! We have also been in touch with the Ferrari team, and we will be notified of any results as soon as possible .”

Hunter could barely hold on to the steering wheel.

Winston hurt?his shoulders...

What a racing driver needs most is physical strength and responsiveness. A small injury may impair a driver's ability and even endanger his entire career.

Hunter was about to drive the car back, he didn't want to accept the prize, he was going to the hospital!

At this time, Winston's voice came from the radio communication. It was Marcus who dialed his mobile phone and transferred it.

"Hunter, congratulations on winning the championship." Winston's voice sounded, even if the world was deafeningly noisy, Hunter could easily filter everything and find his voice.

Hunter opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say a word.

"Hunter, you are going to attend the awards ceremony, stand on the highest place and say hello to Charles for me." Winston's voice was still so quiet, but it carried a warmth that made Hunter's eyes burn.

"……it is good."

"You must smile confidently. Because I will be watching you. I asked Miss Anne to take your picture."

"it is good."

Hunter answered vigorously.

"Don't compare yourself to scissorhands, silly."

"Okay." Hunter laughed instantly, but the tears in his eyes flowed even harder.

"Remember to put your hand on Charles' shoulder, so that he will show a more unhappy expression."

"...You are so bad." Hunter laughed even harder.

"I was not a good man," replied Winston.

At this time, Charles drove the car to Hunter's side, gestured his middle finger to him unhappily, and shouted: "Stinky boy! How long are you going to stay where you are! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Hunter grabbed the steering wheel and shouted, "Why are you in such a hurry! You're not a champion!"

"Damn it! Do you want to die!" Charles was so angry that he was about to smoke.

"Then hit me!"

"You can be proud of yourself! The next stop will make you cry!"

This is not the first time Hunter has stood on the podium, but it is the first time to stand on the highest position.

He created the history of Formula One this season, a driver of a small and medium team won the championship.

No.2 is Charles, and No.3 is Donald.

To get this ranking, Donald was also in tears.

When the photo was taken, Hunter put his arms around Donald, and the guy's smiling face was about to bloom.When Hunter put his other arm around Shire, the guy really arched his shoulders in a vicious voice.

"What do you want to do, kid? Take it down!"

"Take a picture!" Hunter said as a matter of course.

"You don't need to put your shoulders on your shoulders when taking pictures!"

"Then the media will say that we have a bad relationship." Hunter whispered.

"I don't have a good relationship with you!" Charles' brows were so angry that they flew into the sky.

"They will also say that you have no heart and cannot accept that I beat you."

Charles knew it was not an illusion, Hunter's voice sounded cheap.

He could only let Hunter's arm rest on his shoulder.

"Stinky boy, I'm so proud of you!"

"...what is there to be proud of...my most important people are not around."

It was just a very low voice, Hunter thought that Charles didn't hear it, but the guy turned his face away, his eyes seemed to be red.

That's right, why did he forget, Owen also had an accident.They have been rivals for more than ten years, and they must be terribly worried now.

After the awards ceremony, it was time for media interviews.

But Hunter was not in the mood to be interviewed at all. When he came to Marcus, he just opened his mouth when Marcus patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing here? Winston's inspection is over. It’s only a minor injury, and it’s sure that it won’t affect his career as a driver! It’s just that this collision cost Ferrari’s car, and that fellow Miller will be so distressed that he shed tears.”

Hearing that Winston was fine, Hunter's forced smile finally stopped pretending.

"He went back to the hotel. The post-match interview will be handed over to me and the PR manager! I've prepared the car to take you away! Hurry up!"

Now the place where the Marcus team is located has been besieged by the media.

Hunter took off his racing suit, put on the mechanic's jumpsuit sent by his assistant, pressed his baseball cap down, and squeezed out of the encirclement with several mechanics.

Then he saw Shen Chuan sitting in a car waiting for him.

"Hey, Hunter, I know you're a good driver, but this time I'll see you off." Shen Chuan waved his hand.

Hunter's heart warmed up.Everyone is thinking about him, whether it is Marcus or Shen Chuan.They must have been worried that Hunter would get emotional and have an accident on the way back.

Hunter has been very disturbed.

He didn't know what to say when he saw Winston.

Just "thank you"?

"Thank you" was too superficial in front of this man, and "thank you" didn't even fit Hunter's deep feelings for Winston.

Hunter's toes were trembling, his fingers fiddled with the window sill for a while, and he twisted his wrist for a while, and he seemed restless.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Compared with the championship podium, there is another place that is more important to me.

Winston: Where?

Hunter: Your heart.