Could You Not Tease Me?

While Hunter attacked Owen for three consecutive laps, Charles behind him also patiently followed.

Finally, in a right-curve acceleration section, Charles cut sharply, and the tires almost caught fire with the ground.

Hunter reacted very quickly to adjust the line. Charles almost rushed out of the white line, but he controlled the direction. Instead, at the most critical moment, he almost brushed against Hunter's front to get out of the corner first, and then rushed into the corner. Take the next S-curve.

"Damn it! Is Charles crazy?" That scene made Marcus tremble with fear.

"But it does not constitute a foul. He is indeed a master with more than ten years of experience." Shen Chuan said with narrowed eyes.

"I hope Hunter's mood will not be affected."

At this time, Hunter was following behind Shire. The overtaking just now did not hurt Hunter. On the contrary, he enjoyed the sense of speed that Winston said at that moment.

That feeling made Hunter eager to try, he wanted to make a more superb overtaking than Shire.And this kind of excitement made Hunter's brain extremely clear.

For this section of the track, it is a relatively difficult S-shaped track. Hunter passed the fastest speed among all the drivers so far, which made the audience sweat for him and fear that he would rush out, but also for his driving. There is a kind of applause with skill.

After passing this bend, Hunter found someone following him.

It's from the Lotus team... This guy's driving is not easy!

Before reaching the next corner, Hunter reached a speed of 280KM/H, which was quite bold, but the pursuers behind him did not give way, like a continuously extending spider web, trying to drag Hunter away.

What is this guy called?

——Chen Mobai!

I remember that he started in sixth place, but he did not expect to catch up to fourth place so quickly. You must know that Penny and Duchovny are not easy to mess with!

Winston had said that the guy was good at braking contests.

Well, I will compete with you!

Entering the No. 7 corner, the lateral centripetal force coefficient here is as high as 2.8. Hunter and Chen Mobai delayed braking almost at the same time. At such a speed, the necks of ordinary people would have been broken long ago, but Hunter smiled .

Many spectators screamed, watching the two cars side by side about to rush out of the apex, but they turned back at the same moment as if they were broken. Hunter kept the subtle advantage of the line and drove into the next corner. .

The competition is still going on.

Hunter didn't feel irritated by Chen Mobai's calm overtaking. On the contrary, he became excited like a child who discovered a new toy.

This excitement filled him with sudden inspiration.This inspiration is integrated with the track and his car to produce unimaginable explosive power.

As the race progressed, drivers pitted one after another.

Hunter and Chen Mobai went out one after another. After the battle, Hunter seemed to be in a crazy mode.

After two laps, his lap speed has surpassed Owen who ranked first.

"I suddenly have a very strange feeling..." Marcus said, but he couldn't describe this feeling accurately.

"Sepang Circuit exists to prove him." Shen Chuan replied.

Marcus was slightly taken aback, and looked at Shen Chuan who was aside: "It also exists to prove that we exist."

Turns 13 and 14, a clever sequence of right-hand turns, will affect Hunter's speed into the next lap of the straight.

Behind Hunter is Chen Mobai who showed superb pursuit skills. In the first corner, Chen Mobai almost surpassed Hunter, but in the second corner, Hunter quickly retreated to the second gear in the middle of the corner, and the line was so round that he overtook Chen Mobai , rushed into the straight section first, accelerated crazily, and chased Shire ahead.

Charles didn't give Hunter the chance to perform vacuum drag overtaking on the straight, and the two cars entered the hairpin corner one after the other.

To Shire's surprise, Hunter tried to overtake at the second apex of the hairpin corner, but then Shire realized that Hunter's temptation was also his gambit.

After one lap of reincarnation, they were about to enter the right corner where Charles had passed Hunt.Under everyone's attention, Hunter cut in fiercely like a knife cut off the water, as if he was about to rush into the buffer zone, but he pressed the white line firmly, turned around, and paralleled with Charles in an instant. Afterwards, out of the corner early, Charles opened his eyes wide, watching Hunter go ahead of him.

"Hey, Charles... I left Chen Mobai to you." Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Two seconds later, Mr. Kacho in the media seat reacted: "This kid is too arrogant! The line he passed over Shire just now is the same as that of Shire! The difference is that Hunter is like a summary In addition to Shire's experience, the routing he executed is more..."

"It's more perfect and calm." Audrey Wilson replied.

She really didn't expect that Hunter had grown so much compared to the last competition.

At this time, Winston, who was standing in front of the screen, had been motionless for more than an hour, maintaining a gaze.

It was as if all his thoughts, all his thoughts and enthusiasm in his heart had been taken away by that car.

After surpassing Shire, Hunter regained the second place and started to chase Owen for six consecutive laps.

Every minute and every second is an extremely unusual experience for Owen, because of the presence of Hunter, he seems to have a new feeling for the Sepang circuit. He must use every corner and angle to do his best Get rid of Hunter.

In the remaining laps, in order to catch up with Owen, Hunter made a decisive pit stop.The entire Marcus team seemed to be bloody, and Hunter set a record for the shortest pit stop in this race.

In the remaining ten laps, Hunter went forward like riding the wind and waves.

He showed sharp cutting and line execution in different arcs of his feet, forcing Owen to almost deviate from the direction several times.

Cold sweat broke out on Owen's back. Hunter walked beyond Owen's expectations three times in a row, but Owen forcibly held his position.

As the clock dragged on, they entered the bottom five laps.

The contest between Hunter and Owen was heart-stopping. There were three consecutive corners wheel-to-wheel parallel, and the suspensions of the two sides seemed to collide at any time.

"What do you think of Evan Hunter's performance?" Mr. Miller asked Winston beside him.

"I'm very envious of Irving. I should be the one Hunter should pursue wholeheartedly."

Miller froze, for he could feel the tension in Winston's voice.It seemed that the young man galloping on the track should belong to Fan Winston by nature, and no one was qualified to influence his direction.

At this moment, Hunter held the steering wheel tightly, knowing that he had fully adapted to this track.

Winston, look at me.

Be sure to look at me.

When Hunter passed the continuous curve, he used the brakes to create a time difference with Owen. Seeing that he seemed to deviate from the line, and even the front of the car crossed the white line, Mr. Marcus was so nervous that his body suddenly leaned forward. The staff raised their heads in unison, while Winston strode out, looking at the track.

Winston clenched his fists, he knew very well that Hunter would not fail, he would never fail!

I saw Hunter flicking his tail, turning sharply, almost sticking to Owen's side, shifting gears and braking in one go, and the routing that seemed to be a mistake before seemed to provide him with enough centripetal force. He just came out of the apex He was ahead of Owen by one-third of the car body, and he had completely chased him when he exited the corner, and then rushed into the seventh corner. Like slow motion, every second is cut into countless frames.

He rushed out of the corner, and Owen was thrown behind him!

"Aha—" Marcus clenched his fists and jumped up.

"This kid...isn't human at all..." The Ferrari team also burst into exclamation after another.

And Winston, who saw this scene with his own eyes, solidified and burned violently.

In the next two laps, Hunter showed an unprecedented level of defensive driving, and Owen was always stuck behind him but could not overtake.

The track is like boiling sea water, and Hunter led the retrograde tide, breaking through everything and flooding the world.

At that moment, the various voices from this world that Hunter had discarded came back to his mind backwards.

He gasped for breath, his chest seemed about to explode.

Did he win?

Winston?Did you see that?Are you envious?Are you jealous?Do you regret not being able to be my opponent in this race?

Are you looking at me all the time?As attached as I am to you?

Hunter thumped his chest hard, everything was a little unreal.

When he glanced off the track and saw the figure standing far away, he wanted to give up everything and rush into the arms of that man.

"Champion! Hunter! You won another championship!"

Hunter's heart was full of joy.

He did not know how to make Winston feel what he was feeling at the moment.

This may not be the glorious annual championship. This is only a small part of the countless games he and Winston have experienced, but it is of great significance to Hunter.

It was acquired by Hunter under Winston's watchful eye.

I offer it to you, are you as ecstatic as I am?

It was too far away for Hunter to see the expression on Winston's face.

Marcus' voice came over the radio: "Hunter! You're amazing! Awesome! I love you! We love you!"

Hunter's fingers holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

The audience was cheering, and the air was boiling.

"Can I be willful?" Hunter asked softly.

"Okay! Okay! You can be as capricious as you want! Just don't rush the car into the buffer zone!"

Hunter raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly clenched the steering wheel. His car suddenly spun in place, and the tires rubbed violently against the ground, as if they were on fire.

The audience followed the crowd with excitement.

The world was spinning at a high speed, and his joy was flying in all directions.

Owen smiled helplessly: "Marcus team is so willing? Let this brat burn the tires!"

Charles rolled his eyes: "Damn! Lost to this kid for three consecutive rounds!"

This time for the photo shoot, Hunter laughed so brightly. When taking pictures with Owen and Charles on the podium, Charles still had that stinky face. Owen put one arm around Hunter's waist, When Hunter laughed the happiest, he pinched him hard.

"Oh!"

As a result, the last photo was of Hunter wrinkling his face in pain.

After the game, Hunter ran in the channel.

He rushed to the Ferrari team, the stern man was communicating with his No.5 teammate.

"Ouch! Hunter is here!"

The whole team was not surprised by Hunter's arrival, even the team manager Mr. Miller was not amused.

"The kid loves hanging out in Ferraris so much, why doesn't he just join us?"

"Be careful that Marcus sends you a bomb."

The sound of Hunter's running footsteps could be heard from a long distance away, and Winston didn't know what he and his teammates were talking about for a long time.

When Hunter's figure was getting closer and closer, Winston had slightly opened his arms, but he still did not expect Hunter's running speed. The opponent seemed to be dragging the air of the whole world, and his joy It came galloping, with a "bang—" as if it wanted to knock Winston apart.

Winston took three steps back and hugged Hunter up.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

Hunter's excitement was all over his face.

This was not the first time Hunter rushed into Winston's arms, nor was it the first time Winston picked him up like this.

"Those who didn't know thought he came to Ferrari to show off... I really want to kick this brat to death..." Mr. Miller said angrily.

"Why do I feel more like Winston is showing off? It seems to be saying that even if I am not here, my Hunter will keep the championship."

With such a reminder, Mr. Miller realized that Winston was looking up, whether it was his eyes or the smile on his lips, it was unabashed praise and joy.

Winston hugged Hunter and took a few steps forward.

Hunter lay on top of him and said excitedly, "Did you see that? That bastard Owen! He pinched me! Charles lost to me again! The expression on his face is so cool!"

Winston turned sideways, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in.

"I won the championship! I won the championship again! Although I am not the championship, I seem to be getting closer to you!"

Winston hugged Hunter, turned half a circle, walked into the compartment, and hooked the compartment door with his toe.

Hunter was still immersed in the extremely excited mood, his eyes were full of Winston's eyes, and he didn't notice where he was carried by Winston at all.

He opened his mouth, and he didn't even know what he said, only that Winston kissed him.

The tip of his tongue involuntarily squeezed in, Hunter whimpered twice, and was about to respond, but Winston couldn't wait to suck.

Hunter gradually slid down in his arms, Winston jerked upwards, his hands pinched his legs fiercely, the unstoppable longing spread from the tip of Hunter's tongue to the tip of his fingertips through kisses .

Winston's body temperature was very high, and he could feel it through the racing suit that had not been taken off.But even so, Hunter still wanted to lean hard on the opponent.

Winston hugged Hunter, took a step back, and sat down. Hunter was hugged into his lap directly facing each other.Winston threw his head back and kissed Hunter so as not to yank his racing suit off.Everything becomes messy and random.

When Winston bit Hunter's chin and forced him to look up, but his back was firmly held by Winston's hand, he realized that all this was true.

It was true that he won the championship for the second time, it was true that he was hugged tightly by Winston, and it was true that this man was super obsessed with himself.

"Are you... going to eat me here?" Hunter asked hoarsely.

He dug his fingers into Winston's hair, as if this gave him access to the man's thoughts.

Winston kissed all the way down, and after the tip of his tongue slipped over Hunter's Adam's apple, the star wanted to use force but had to forcefully restrained, just scratched with his teeth, and then sucked hard.

He buried his face in Hunter's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you want the treatment of a king? Isn't it the treatment of a king that I am going crazy for you?"

Hunter smiled, and he whispered in Winston's ear, "Then you come."

Winston looked up at him with such intensity as to press Hunter directly against the compartment door to do whatever he wanted.

Everything that followed was on the verge of getting out of control, and Hunter hugged Winston's shoulders tightly, not daring to hum.Winston's fingers were more impatient than before, as if they existed only to torture Hunter.

Hunter's cell phone kept ringing, first from Mr. Marcus, then from the PR manager, and from Shen Chuan.

Sweat dripped down Hunter's hair and onto Winston's back.

I don't know how long it took, when Hunter walked out of the cubicle, his legs were weak, while Winston was standing in front of the sink washing his hands, he saw Hunter swaying a little, and supported him arm.

"I haven't done anything yet, and you're just like this? If you really did it, can't you even cry?"

Hunter raised his leg and bumped his toe into Winston's calf, who stood there motionless.

"Hey, why don't you avoid it?"

Winston turned his face to the side to see Hunter's expression more carefully: "This is your king's treatment."

Hunter's face was on fire.

At this time, a staff member came in, and Hunter lowered his head and was about to leave, but Winston grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to his side.

"Continue at night." Winston whispered in Hunter's ear.

The place that had calmed down was almost about to react again.

In the media interview after the game, Hunter could feel the respect and solemnity of the reporters who communicated with him.

What surprised Hunter was that he originally thought that Charles would hate him to death, but he didn't expect this guy to be very objective and fair in front of the media.

"Hunter's performance in this race is impeccable. Compared with drivers of this age, he has super toughness and patience. If any driver is against him, unless he crosses the finish line, even if it is a tenth of a second The relaxation may fall short." Charles squeezed out from the media after speaking.

But Owen left Hunter speechless.

"You say Little Hunter of the Marcus team! He must win! If he doesn't win, Winston will definitely repair him until he can't participate in the next race."

With a playful smile and a cheeky expression, Hunter really regrets why he didn't get him out on the track.

However, some reporters were not too confused, and jokingly asked, "Oh? How will Winston fix Hunter?"

"Some kind of very, very intense sport that will leave marks all over the body!" Owen blinked his eyes, and just when the reporters were dreaming, he added slowly: "For example, boxing!"

It was only then that the reporters suddenly realized that Owen's imagining meant that Winston would beat Hunter up.

"Let me give you a boxing meal!" Hunter just heard this passage, and he was out of breath.

Hunter originally thought that Marcus would give him a vacation and let him sleep for two days, but he didn't expect this guy to tell him that there will be an interview tomorrow, a business event the day after tomorrow, and there may be a business event the day after tomorrow. Hunter opened his eyes wide looked at him.

"Aren't you going to give me sleep? Don't you give me time to balance my hormones?"

"Balancing hormones? Only women need it? It's better for you to maintain a high state of male hormones." Marcus looked at Hunter's expression as if saying, "Don't waste your energy recklessly."

It wasn't until early in the morning that Hunter was able to return to his hotel room.

And his room has been filled with all kinds of flowers and gift boxes.But Hunter didn't even look at it, but looked around for Winston.

"Winston! Winston!" Hunter shouted for a long time before confirming that Winston was not here.

Inexplicably very disappointed, Hunter called the other party, and Winston's cell phone was quickly connected.

"Hello? Have you returned to the hotel yet?"

Voices came from the phone, and Ferrari's post-match interview seemed to be unfinished.

"I'm back...why are you still answering my phone during the interview?"

"I will answer your call anytime." Winston's voice was soft, absolutely different from the usual tone of responding to the media.

Hunter ran around the room with his mobile phone in hand, because such an answer made him so happy.

At this time, the reporter's question was faintly heard on the phone: "So do you have any comments on your friend Hunter's performance on this site?"

Hunter faintly tensed up.

What would Winston say?This guy is rigorous and pursues perfection. Even if he wins the championship, it doesn't mean that the other party doesn't have any opinions and opinions.

"From the start to the last crossing the finish line, if I were on the track, I wouldn't be able to find a chance to overtake him."

Hunter's heart almost flew up at that moment.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Can I... can I be selfish?

Winston: You can live with me for the rest of your life.

Hunter: Then...then give me a lick and a suck.

Winston: Front or back?

Hunter: ...