Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter's eyes widened in anger.

"I think yours is cuter than the chocolates Nicky sent." Winston's voice was very soft, but like the strings of a cello being slowly stretched, there was a hint of ambiguity in the low voice.

Hunter couldn't feel worse.

"Drink some water," said Winston reassuringly.

"Oh..." Hunter took the water glass, but Winston's next sentence almost broke him.

"You had a nice voice last night."

Winston turned his face sideways, his hair slowly slipped from his ears, and his eyelashes were too close to him, as if trying to catch his eyeballs.

Hunter almost squirted the water out.

"Your voice is also very nice!" Hunter replied unhappily.

"Or like this, at the Sochi circuit, if you can beat me, I will make a better sound for you."

Winston raised his chin halfway, his eyes were full of unconditional fascination with Hunter.

Hunter's heart was pulled to close into Winston's eyes.

Winston's voice...a low, hoarse and sexy voice...Hunter almost had to react again when he remembered the sound of breathing he held himself in his ear last night.

At this moment Winston got up, and a fire burned deep in Hunter's heart.

"Okay, I've seen your striptease before. You said you want to make a better sound for me. I want to know what kind of sound it is!"

At this moment, Hunter had one hand on his knee, the other leg was spread wide open, and the leg of his pajama pants fell down. Winston only turned his head for a glance, and then turned around.

Hunter was annoyed, what does this mean without saying a word?

This game will definitely make you look good!

In Hunter's little excitement, the free practice session at the Hockenheimring kicked off.Due to the connection between the straight track and the gentle curve of this track, Shen Xi adopted a harder suspension adjustment, and Shen Chuan also led the engineer team to reduce the downforce.

Hunter surprised Marcus with his performance in free practice, setting the fastest lap.

This also made the whole team look forward to his qualifying.

When Hunter passed through the channel and left with the team, he happened to bump into the Lotus team.

After the excellent performance in the first two races, Chen Mobai has become a regular lineup of Lotus.This is an opponent to watch out for.

Hunter still remembers that this guy overtook Irving in the last race.

When the two passed by, Chen Mobai still had that meaningful smile.

Hunter suddenly thought, why didn't this guy attend the "Male Rabbit Party"!If he wears rabbit ears too, I can just taunt him.

"Are you wondering why I didn't wear rabbit ears?" Chen Mobai asked.

"Eh?"

"Because Winston has the strength to catch up and I have the strength to compete with the drivers at least including you, Owen and Shire. My chance of winning is less than one-fifth, so I will not agree to Wins because of face. It's a challenge." Chen Mobai smiled and left.

It sounded so reasonable, but Hunter was speechless.

Then Hunter came across the Mercedes-Benz convoy again, Charles deliberately pretended not to see Hunter and was about to walk over, but Hunter became ill-intentioned and grabbed his shoulders, pretending to be familiar with him.

"Did Winston bet with you in this match?"

"No." Charles pulled Hunter's arm down.

"what a pity."

Suddenly, Charles clamped Hunter's head under his arm and pressed him firmly: "Stinky boy, do you really think you can beat me in this match?"

Charles looked at Hunter coldly, which made Hunter feel the murderous aura of this senior for the first time.

"I don't know if I can win you, but I told myself I must win you."

From this angle, Charles couldn't see Hunter's eyes, but Hunter's voice was very solemn.

"That's about the same." Charles let go of his arm and pushed Hunter on the back. "If you can beat me this stop, I'll buy you a beer."

Charles raised his chin.

Hunter stood there looking at him, and touched his nose with a smile: "I suddenly understand why you have known Owen for so many years and still haven't completely turned against him."

"why?"

"Because you are afraid of being lonely! With a junior like me around, you will not be lonely!"

Hunter ran away after speaking.

Charles was taken aback for a moment, and immediately changed his face: "What are you talking about, brat!"

Just when the media thought that there was a conflict between Shire and Hunter, they saw Hunter turning his head at the exit and looking at Shire with a big grin, while Shire shook his head helplessly.

Mr. Kaqiao also laughed after seeing this scene: "This kid..."

The qualifying race on the second day was a tough battle. The "humiliation" of the bunny girl in the last race made all the drivers do their best to fight for a good qualifying race.

Even Shen Chuan, who was sitting in front of the screen, could feel the collision between the tires and the ground and the endless force.

In the first qualifying session, Winston maintained the lead, and the drivers of each team kept refreshing their best single-lap results.In the eyes of the audience, this is not like a qualifying match, but more like a competition for who can fly to the sky first.Hunter and Winston have already entered the state of a decisive battle. The two cars raced on the straight with the momentum of crushing each other, and then slowed down at the corner at the same time. The tacit sense of speed and alignment made the audience feel nervous. I felt a kind of tension from the bottom of my heart.At the end of this quarter, Winston took the lead temporarily, but Hunter came in second with a slight gap, followed by Owen and Shire.

Hunter could feel that Owen and Charles hadn't fully exerted their strength in the first quarter, and they were completely optimistic about the show.This made Hunter slightly upset.

Before the start of the second quarter, he intentionally pointed four fingers to Sherby, meaning "Do you want to be passed by me for the fourth time?"

Sure enough, Charles went crazy in the second qualifying session and ran the highest lap time, beating Winston and Hunter.Owen followed closely behind, ranking in front of Hunter with a slight advantage.Hunter suddenly realized that he was ranked with that Chen Mobai who had an uncomfortable smile and never wore rabbit ears!

How is this possible?

Thinking of the feeling of being bitten by this guy on the track last time, Hunter immediately concentrated and overtook Owen.

"You said that before the second qualifying session...did he provoke Charles?" Marcus asked Shen Chuan beside him uncertainly.

"It seems so...then he must have a status in Shire's heart in order to provoke this great white shark."

"Are you comforting me?" How much Marcus hoped that Hunter could live in peace.

"...That's right."

In the third quarter, the game continued to be in a state of anxiety. Many spectators stretched their necks when the players turned the corner. Just hearing the sound of the approaching engine, they subconsciously stood up.In this qualifying session, there was even a grand occasion of four cars following the corner.

Even the narrator half opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Finally, the qualifying session ended, Shire took the pole position, Winston was second, Hunter was third, followed by Owen and Chen Mobai.

Hunter returned to the convoy, took off his helmet and let out a breath.

Four hours later, the race will begin.

"Boy, is the goal of this stop the championship?" Marcus wanted to touch Hunter's head, but Hunter's hair was wet with sweat, so he gave up the idea.

"Of course." Hunter smiled.

"Hunter...Although it's not good to ask you this before the end of the race, but the Australian race after this race is the last one...will you still stay in our team?" Marcus said seriously asked with an expression.

"If I don't stay here, where am I going?" Hunter raised his head and gulped water.

"Such as Ferrari or Mercedes, as well as McLaren and Red Bull, it should be your choice."

"So? Our contract hasn't expired yet, has it?" Hunter said with an expression of "I don't understand what you're worried about at all".

"Liquidated damages are not even worth mentioning for those big teams."

"Hahaha! You finally realize my value now! You must give me an annual salary increase next year!" Hunter patted Marcus on the shoulder.

"Are you really not leaving?"

"Where to go? If a driver wants to be outstanding, he needs to have outstanding opponents. Winston is at Ferrari, Owen is at Red Bull, and Charles is at Mercedes. I will not go to the team where my opponent is. Or compromising on the overall planning of the team. Here, there is a team of mechanics and engineers who regard me as their soul, a public relations manager who tolerates my waywardness, and you, the team manager who is always worried about me. I know very well that for you For me, I am not a commodity, I am your achievement." Hunter replied.

Marcus' eyes were a little hot.

He returns Hunter with a hug as well.

"Okay, let's finish this and the next race with the best lineup!"

"Of course!"

Hunter suddenly touched Marcus's body frantically.

"Hey hey hey! Brat what are you doing!"

"Tsk, find a cigarette! You're so serious that I'm getting nervous!" Hunter said with a smile.

"Don't touch it! I'll find it for you!"

Marcus found a cigarette from Mark, the instrumentation officer, and handed it to Hunter.

"Don't run away!"

"I know! I know!"

Although I always feel that the technical officer should give Hunter the final guidance before the game.But Marcus faintly felt that Hunter no longer needed such guidance.

He has mature judgment and a tacit understanding with the team.

Compared with those big teams, Marcus believes that they are a whole.

Hunter was sitting in a corner, stroking the cigarette lightly with his fingertips, without any intention of lighting it.

"Are you here waiting for me to kiss you before the game?" Winston sat down beside him.

Hunter smiled nonchalantly: "I'm just imagining, after I beat you, how nice your so-called sound will be."

Winston propped up the steps with one hand, leaned towards Hunter's ear unhurriedly, raised his chin halfway and said, "As long as I whisper in your ear, don't you think it sounds good?"

Hunter's belly fell from the heat between his lips, and he directly smashed the opponent with his knee, but was blocked by Winston.

The other party smiled, even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were extremely sexy.

"So what if I beat you again?" Winston stepped back a little distance, looked at Hunter with his chin propped up and asked.

"Then I'll give you a present." Hunter replied.

"Gifts? To me, nothing else is a gift except that you pack yourself up for me." Winston replied.

His voice has a clear and transparent feeling.

"Oh, in that case, I will never be able to give you a gift." Hunter clapped his hands and stood up. Just as he was about to leave, Winston grabbed his calf.

"Why not?" Winston looked up.

Looking into his eyes from this angle, it was like falling down.

"Because..." Hunter twitched his lips, "I'm already yours. How can I give myself to you twice?"

Winston lowered his head and smiled. He turned his face and kissed Hunter's calf through the thick trousers of his racing suit.

All the blood and sensations in his body rushed in that direction. The tip of Winston's nose lightly rested on Hunter's calf, and his closed eyes were pious and persistent.

"I won't let you beat me."

"Try it."

Hunter took advantage of the opponent's fingers to let go and walked away.

When the race came, Hunter looked at Winston diagonally ahead and smiled.

Thinking back to myself when I just entered Formula One, no matter how hard I tried, the depression in my heart and the hesitation about my talent, now it seems like an ignorant child asking for trouble.

At that time, the name Vann Winston seemed like a distant myth.At this time, he was so close to that guy.The drivers that I once admired and yearned for, such as Owen and Shire, are all around me.

Hunter has never realized soberly like today that he really is one of the top drivers.

"Marcus, I'm going to rush," Hunter said.

"it is good."

When all five lights went out, Hunter held his breath and sped up, passing the first corner smoothly in third gear.

He didn't rush to compete with Winston in front, but kept following and guarded against Owen behind him.

To be honest, the feeling of being targeted by a top driver is really novel. In most cases in the past, Hunter has been a passer rather than a defender.

After passing the first corner, Hunter entered the second corner in second gear. The braking and routing were quite beautiful, and he threatened Winston a little.

The battle between Winston and Charles was also tense for the next six laps.He can defend Hunter behind him while locking the opponent. Hunter feels that he has learned a lot about his line handling and corner control.

On the straight section, Hunter shifted to sixth gear, and his speed soared to nearly three hundred and two.

He pulled out a beautiful straight line, as if he wanted to carve an indelible mark on everyone's heart.

If it was a previous race, Marcus would be so nervous that his heart would burst, because the end of the straight is connected to the hairpin.

In the past, Marcus would worry that Hunter was inexperienced, and the urge to win would make him lose control of the corners, but now Marcus understands that every time Hunter seems to take a risk, he has a precise understanding of the entire track. planning.

Sure enough, he switched the second gear into the corner beautifully, and the line was flawless, even Owen, who was trying to overtake, had to keep following.

It didn't take long for the drivers in the front row to change tires one after another.

Hunter pitted after Winston, and Owen, who was behind after exiting the pit, temporarily led Hunter by a corner.

Hunter's gaze was always calm, he followed closely behind Owen, his lap time continued to increase as the new tires adapted to the track, and at the same time he started a fierce confrontation with Chen Mobai who was behind.

Chen Mobai's control of delayed braking is excellent. If it is an ordinary driver, he must have been tortured to the point of nervous breakdown. It seems that he can't surpass this guy's control of the braking limit even if he tries everything.

But for Hunter, it was like a provocation.

After a 12-second straight, they drove into the hairpin one after another. The confrontation between the two cars was particularly fierce. Chen Mobai and Hunter were on the verge of fouling, but Hunter remembered Winston's handling of the hairpin before, and followed suit. , allowing Chen Mobai to overtake him in the previous corner with a slight advantage, and then use the shortest route to go straight to the second corner, using his driving skills and powerful engine torque to exit the corner ahead of time.

It is neat and beautiful, reminiscent of the sharp edge across the ice.

"Pretty—" Mr. Kacho in the auditorium applauded vigorously.

Hunter looked at Owen in front of him and smiled lightly.

It's your turn.

Hunter was very brave. He met Owen in a narrow left corner. The two cars almost crossed each other. The angle between the tires and the ground was also quite tricky, and sparks flew everywhere.

The spectators who knew the Hockenheimring very well felt a cold sweat, fearing that the two people would have a flat tire.

Hunter adjusted the steering wheel at a large angle, and took advantage of the time difference to turn in front of Owen. After entering the straight road, the speed soared again.

"Little madman..." Marcus said, biting his lower lip.

"If you don't let him catch up with Winston, of course he will go crazy." Shen Chuan replied.

Hunter's lap time continued to rise, getting closer and closer to Winston.

From the start of the game to this moment, Winston has had several rounds of contests with Charles, and Winston is temporarily behind Charles, but Hunter, who followed immediately after entering the "stadium" area, was on the track. The most threatening corner initiated an overtaking to Winston.

This overtaking can be described as highly anticipated, and all eyes were focused. Hunter and Winston entered the curve in first gear one after another. During the slow speed, the judgment and reaction ability were like entering a space-time tunnel, divided into grids and grids. .

There is still a safe distance between wheel and wheel, but it always makes people feel that they are very close, and they will collide and destroy each other at any time.The lines of the two are surprisingly close, as if they were copied by God.

But in the end Winston still exited the corner early and flexibly entered the next corner in 2nd gear.Hunter didn't give up, and kept biting behind him.

In this race, Shire's performance was so perfect that no one can surpass it after the completion of this track.

With more than ten years of glory, he has brought his level to the limit, attracting challengers who come forward like gravity, but he always gallops at the forefront.

In the final lap contest, Winston and Charles exchanged heads for three times.At the last corner, Charles delayed the braking until the last [-] seconds, entered the corner with a thrill, and occupied the best line.

Charles, Winston and Hunter raced to the limit on the last long straight, which was their final contest on this track.

"Oh—oh—" Mr. Cajo raised his chin.

The audience clenched their fists.

This is the closest time for the top three in this grand prix, so close that no one can determine their ranking when they cross the line.

Marcus pressed his palms against his chest, waiting for the final result to come.

In the end, Shire won the race, with Winston in second and Hunter in third.Owen won No.4, followed by Chen Mobai.

Let out a sigh of relief, this is not the first time that Hunter stands on the podium of a race, but the sound of the beating heart is still loud.

Originally, I thought that Charles would show a joyful expression, but his face looked very serious, without the usual publicity.

When Irving passed by him, he rarely raised his arms and gave each other a tacit high-five.

"Good job." Owen whispered in his ear, "Finally show those two guys some color."

"Be careful behind you. I heard that you were chased by Chen Mobai of the Lotus team very badly."

"You are also careful. Don't give up the championship position to others in the last race." Irving smiled lightly.

They are not late kings, and Charles has once again proved his strength in this race.

When the three of them took pictures, Charles was very dissatisfied.

Because he was clearly standing between Hunter and Winston, but he was forced to listen to their "whispers".

"You lost to me," said Winston.

At first, Charles thought he was talking to him, and wanted to say why Winston was such a stinky fart, and he still said he won after losing to him?

Unexpectedly, Hunter on the side pursed his mouth: "Come on. Come back to New York with me, and I'll give you a gift!"

"You need me to go to New York with you to get a gift? Who wins who?" Winston's voice sounded calm and unwavering, but Charles knew that he could only hear such a tone when speaking to Hunter.

"Then you don't have to!" Hunter shrugged indifferently.

"I said..." Charles glanced at Hunter, then at Winston, "In the next competition, if one of you wins the championship, why not celebrate with a kiss!"

It's annoying!To take a photo to receive the prize, we have to make do together!

"Do you dare?" Hunter gave Winston a provocative look.

"What dare not," replied Winston.

"Follow me." Hunter pretended to remind solemnly.

"Many female fans want us to be together, and they should have new wallpaper materials." Amidst the sound of shutters, Winston replied.

Charles rolled his eyes skyward.

It's really enough, he is obviously the champion, but he is extremely aggrieved in his heart!

Suddenly I missed the scene of standing with Owen to accept the award, and holding the media behind my back!

When the race was over and Hunter returned to the team, Marcus hugged him tightly.

"Do you know that you are now fourth in the drivers championship?"

"Well, if I can win the championship in the last race, I can still rise to third!" Hunter touched his chin, "What a pity. If only I was as good when I first entered Formula One! "

"It's okay, next year you will drive a new and more powerful racing car." Shen Chuan came over and gave Hunter a high five.

"Well... this game is over, I want to go back to New York." Hunter rubbed the back of his head, "There is something very important."

Marcus paused, then smiled: "I know what it is. You go."

"You actually know what it is?"

"Nonsense. Do you think I only pay attention to your racing level and not your spiritual world?"

"Ah? I really thought so!"

"Brat, you're looking for smoke!"

Under Hunter's dazzling results, the Marcus team entered the preparations for the last race with high enthusiasm.

Winston accompanied Hunter on the plane back to New York.

It was daytime when the plane took off, probably because he couldn't do the "night flight" thing, Winston turned his face sideways and leaned against the back of the chair and fell asleep.

On the way to the airport, Hunt knew, Winston was still dealing with business matters.Now he needs a good rest.

Hunter knew that Winston would always be watching him when he fell asleep on the plane.And the guy didn't like Hunter sleeping on the plane wearing a blindfold, because he couldn't see his eyes, so he booked more night flights.Like this moment, Hunter looked at Winston's sleeping profile, very rarely.

Winston kept clasping Hunter's hand, and when Hunter turned sideways to get a better view of Winston, Winston immediately opened his eyes.

"what happened?"

"Nothing? Looking at you like this, my neck won't be tired." Hunter squinted and said with a smile.

"Looking at me like this, it feels like you love me very much." Winston said with a slight smile.

"I love you very much." Hunter replied without blushing.

"Be careful, I will drag you to the bathroom."

"Okay. You must come out before the plane starts to land." Hunter continued to be shameless.

Of course, in the end Hunter stayed in his seat obediently until he got off the plane.

The moment they walked out of the airport, the familiar air and atmosphere made Hunter close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Should we go back to your apartment first, or go to dinner first?" Winston asked.

"Of course I eat first!" Hunter rubbed his stomach, "It's not like you don't know that airplane meals have always been against my appetite."

"Okay." Winston smiled and nodded.

When the two waited in line for a taxi, Hunter found that many people waiting for the taxi were looking in Winston's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Even though this man is wearing a loose sportswear, his whole body still exudes an elegant temperament.

Hunter deliberately pressed his forehead against the opponent's back, and Winston turned his head and asked softly, "What's the matter? Are you sleepy?"

"It's nothing. Your back is mine in the first place. Let me confirm the ownership."

There seemed to be a hint of a smile in Winston's breathing. His hand moved back and grabbed Hunter's hand. His fingers were inserted between Hunter's fingers and slowly raised, as if holding more than just Hunter's hand, and his heartbeat and breathing.

"What are you doing?" Hunter squinted his eyes and found that everyone noticed their handshake.

"Your hand is mine, shake it to confirm ownership."

Winston's voice was indifferent and calm, but Hunter was inexplicably moved.

They are not well-known big stars, but Winston let the whole world know their relationship so openly, Hunter's heart is happy.

Sitting in the taxi, Winston asked Hunter: "Where do you want to eat?"

“There is a restaurant that I really like. The cheese chicken rolls are delicious!”

"Okay, let's go to the restaurant you mentioned."

It was a very ordinary restaurant, but there were quite a few diners.

Hunter and Winston chose a narrow seat for two by the window. Before Winston could say anything, Hunter had already ordered two chicken rolls, and there seemed to be countless little stars twinkling in his eyes. .

"You didn't go to Australia to prepare for the last race, but you ran back to New York. And..." Winston leaned back in his chair and looked at Hunter with folded arms, "You said that if the race in Germany If you lose to me, give me a gift."

The corners of Hunter's lips were pulled up, and he looked out the window.His expression was calm, completely different from the usual young man who seemed to have no worries in his life.

"This is where my dad would take me to eat occasionally when my mom wasn't home. He used to say that the chicken and cheese tacos here were the closest to my mom's. Eating here was like coming home same."

Winston lowered his arm slowly and looked at Hunter.

"Winston, I know you're rich. Whether it's your income as a driver or as a businessman, I can't match it. But I still want to put the most important things to me before the last race comes. For you." Hunter turned his face and looked into Winston's eyes.

"Is it an engagement ring?" asked Winston.

Hunter was stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "What? An engagement ring? You want that kind of thing?"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I heard that Charles went to see a psychiatrist?

Winston: Who said that?

Hunter: Owen!

Winston: I heard that Charles confessed his love to Owen after drinking.

Hunter: what?

Winston: Scared Owen to see a psychiatrist.

Hunter: Why is that happening?

Winston: Probably because we abused the dog on the podium.

Hunter: I kind of like the idea of ​​dog abuse!