Could You Not Tease Me?

Looking at the expressions of Shen Chuan and Shen Xi checking the final data, Hunter suddenly felt extremely relieved.

"What's wrong? You keep looking at me like this, I'm worried that Winston will kill me." Shen Chuan raised his head and smiled lightly.

"I just feel incredibly lucky," Hunter said.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chuan put down the tablet, turned to look at Hunter sideways.

"There are more and more outstanding engineers like you and Xiaoxi in this field, and the performance of the car is also improving by leaps and bounds. Formula One... has entered the era of hurricanes comparable to rockets."

"so what?"

"So the value of drivers will become more and more blurred, and the requirements for drivers will become higher and higher. But it is precisely because of the existence of geniuses like you that it is possible for me to break the monopoly of the big teams in the Formula One rankings." .So I am very lucky. And I am even more fortunate that I can still seize my dream to prove my value, and there are also opponents who keep pace with me and let me not be far behind...I am really lucky.”

Hunter replied with a reverent expression.

"If the price of maturity is for you to say such sentimental words, I would rather you be heartless and naive forever." Shen Chuan stretched out his arms, pressed Hunter's forehead, and then looked at Hunter's Behind him, he signaled that someone wanted to talk to Hunter.

As soon as Hunter turned his head, he saw McGrady.

"Oh... Maddie..."

McGrady looked a little twisted, he was silent for a few seconds, as if he didn't know where to start.

"...You should know that my contract with the Marcus team will expire after this race."

"Well, I know. I heard that Williams is going to sign you, and it's almost close."

"You know you really weren't a good teammate initially."

"I know."

"Not now."

"Okay... I'll get better slowly..."

"However, you make me proud now. It should also make me proud to mention that we were teammates in the future."

Hunter paused, his eyes suddenly became hot.

He remembered his quarrel with McGrady in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix. He had always understood that what McGrady cared about was his attitude towards Formula One.

Hunter stretched out his arms and hugged McGrady forcefully.

"We're going to enjoy this last leg of the game together."

"Of course, so don't look back no matter what happens." McGrady pressed Hunter's back hard.

In the free practice session, Hunter felt the twists and turns of the track more delicately and keenly than before, the feeling of the tires gripping the ground every time they cornered, and the pressure brought by the centripetal force to the neck. Hypothesize it, then put it into practice on the next lap.

At the end of the practice session, Shen Chuan led a team of engineers to adjust the brake system more softly to adapt to the bumps of the track. In order to ensure the torque of the car out of corners, the balance system was also adjusted.

Before qualifying, Hunter locked himself in the lounge without turning on the lights or talking to anyone.

Marcus, who was standing outside the lounge, became worried.

"I've never seen this kid like this... Shouldn't the team's psychological counselor have a good chat with him? As long as he does his best, even if he finishes the game last, I'm very satisfied."

Shen Chuan pulled Marcus away: "He just needs to concentrate. To achieve greater success than before, you need to put in more effort."

But Marcus was still nervous as hell.

Until Hunter came out of the lounge, the expression on his face was calm but there was a trace of calmness.

When passing by Marcus, he hit him with his fist.

"I've never taken pole position in qualifying."

Marcus staggered back a small step.

"Whether it's Owen, Shire, or Winston, they're probably used to me threatening them from behind, or overtaking them. But it's kind of boring all the time, isn't it?" Hunter looked at the horse with a smile. coos.

A little childish wayward, a little arrogant.

But for some reason, Marcus' originally nervous mood suddenly brightened.

"This time, I want to taste pole position. I want everyone to run after me."

Hunter came to his racing car, lowered his head, and put his ear to the engine.

His posture is reverent and dignified.

"Go." Shen Chuan folded his arms and raised his chin.

"If you can't get the pole position, you will be electrocuted." Shen Xi also said very seriously.

Marcus exhaled: "It's not just them who are chasing you, but also us."

Hunter put on the fire mask, and Marcus put the hard hat on for him himself.

In this qualifying session, Hunter fully utilized his accumulated understanding of the track during the free practice session.

His corner entry and exit were so smooth that the commentator stood up and applauded, and his acceleration on the straight and the braking at the end of the corner were also so smooth that it made people feel excited.

In the first qualifying session, Hunter's lap time was stable in the top three.At the top of the list are Owen and Winston.And Shire is the most threatening guy to Hunter's ranking.

Even though it was qualifying, the commentator congratulated the audience, but they clearly felt that the quality of all the drivers' corner handling and braking was very high, as if this qualifying had already decided their life and death.

The intensity of the competition in the second quarter suddenly rose to another level.Even in order to grab the lap time, Charles and Hunter almost rubbed against each other at the corner.The audience watched with horror, but Hunter and Charles kept the gap-like distance and continued to run side by side on the straight after exiting the corner.

Charles, who was holding the steering wheel, felt the boiling fighting spirit emanating from the racing car pressing on him beside him, and his heart was tense. Even if it was the most gentle corner, Charles felt that his walking The line seems to be on the edge of a knife.

When reaching the middle of the second qualifying session, Hunter's lap time was already on par with Owen.The top three rankings began to change constantly.

It's like a squeeze contest, don't give up until you crush each other.Hunt overtook Irving to take second place, directly threatening Winston's pole position.

"Good job, good job..." Marcus' hands were shaking.

"Pole...pole...pole..."

A group of mechanics and engineers are looking forward to it.

The opening of the third qualifying session was a feast of extreme speed.Hunter's lap time brushed the track to catch fire, and it was a fight with Winston.

Speed ​​became a sharp weapon, tearing the air and cutting the eyeballs. The lap time of the two reached a new level. Even the manager of the Ferrari team, Mr. Miller, hugged his head.

"Does he want to burn the tires? Does he want to burn the tires?"

The tighter Winston's lap time was, the clearer Hunter's brain became, as if something was blowing into his heart, and he suppressed it so hard that it exploded at the most critical moment.

He could feel that Winston's speed was not a resistance, but rather a powerful force that pushed him through every corner, every straight road, beyond everyone's expectations and imaginations.

With sharp corner control, Hunter completed the third quarter of qualifying.

"..." Mr. Marcus half opened his mouth, who is faster?

"It's Hunter! It's Hunter! It's our Hunter!"

"He's on pole!"

"Hunter takes pole position!"

"Oh... oh..." Marcus opened his eyes wide, turned around and hugged Shen Chuan beside him, "It's the pole position!"

This qualifying match put the audience into a crazy mood.

Hunter, who took the pole position, smashed the steering wheel through his helmet.

"He has finally changed from being a chaser to being challenged." Mr. Kacho exhaled, "It's just...if he is still in this state in the main race, I can't help but imagine that he will be at the forefront wearing stars and wearing moons. , the scene of being chased by everyone...it's so fucking fast!"

When Hunter took off his racing suit jacket, hung it around his waist, and was walking in the aisle, he bumped into Owen who was coming.

Owen applauded without hesitation: "Good job, Hunter."

He didn't call him "Little Hunter," because this time he treated Hunter as a complete adversary, not a fledgling kid.

"When chasing me, remember to concentrate and work harder. Otherwise, I will throw you farther and farther." Hunter patted Owen's chest with the back of his hand.

"Ah, it's obviously very annoying, but somehow I think it's cute!" Owen said with a smile, looking at Hunter's back.

Charles came to Owen's side with mineral water and bumped him lightly: "Do you suddenly feel younger?"

"Yeah, it's like being 20 again."

Hunter came to the bathroom, faced himself in the mirror, and adjusted his breathing.

He picked up the water and poured it on his face.

Someone came to him and handed him a tissue.

Those slender and beautiful fingers, as well as the red racing suit, seemed to set Hunter's sight on fire.

Hunter grabbed the tissue that Winston handed over, wiped it casually, and threw it into the basket.

He hooked his fingers towards Winston, who leaned down slightly, and Hunter suddenly grabbed the back of Winston's neck and kissed him forcefully.

The tip of his tongue was like a hurricane passing through the border, and the moment Winston closed his eyes, everything was over again.

"That's it?" Winston's voice was very soft, his eyes still half-closed.

"Did you want to fuck me during qualifying just now?" Hunter deliberately tugged on the racing suit hanging from his waist.

"correct."

"Because I don't think your desire is strong enough, that's why you let me get pole position in qualifying." Hunter raised his chin and looked at him.

"So what now?" Winston's voice was a little hoarse, like sandpaper that was about to burn, pressing rough on Hunter's sensory nerves.

Hunter lowered his head, looked at the place where Winston was ready to go, and pursed his lips.

He suddenly remembered that the first time he talked to Winston was in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, and now this scene was really familiar.

Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly: "Although... it is enough time to help you out, but you should keep it. Chase harder on the track, so that I can go faster."

Hunter put on his racing suit and walked towards the door.

"Ah, that's right."

"what happened?"

"Van, you are my super engine."

After speaking, Hunter strode out.

In front of him is a bright passage, and the view at the end of the passage is extremely wide.

He exhaled, no era will end, whether it belongs to Charles and Owen, or to him and Winston, they are just a part of this surging world.He is now about to carve his own mark.

For the first time, he will start from pole position.

When the technical officer made the final instruction, he was so excited that even his fingers were shaking.

Hunter half-raised his head and waited for a long time, but the other party did not speak.

Hunter waited patiently, and the other party finally just pressed his shoulder.

"It has come to this point...all the analysis and strategy are not so important. I hope you can run as much as you want in today's game. We will watch you and always watch you."

Hunter smiled: "Okay."

He glanced back at everyone and mouthed to them: "I will come back to see you as soon as possible."

Albert Park circuit, this is Hunter's first pole position start.

There is no opponent in front of him, but he is very clear that behind him is a wave of successive waves.

Either be submerged... or use this kinetic energy to rush to the apex that no one can reach!

Hunter buckled the steering wheel and waited for the five lights to go off.

At that moment, he galloped out without reservation, the air was steaming and knocked away by his speed, thousands of horses galloped behind him, and he reached the first corner first.

He wanted to push the speed to the maximum, and only at the last moment did he back down from sixth gear to third gear.Winston cut sharply, but was evaded by Hunter's line and rushed to the second corner.

When the centripetal force put enormous pressure on Hunter's neck, he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel with both arms. The car came out of the corner in a crazy posture, as if passing by Winston who almost passed him at the apex.

"Oh—" the audience exclaimed one after another.

And Owen and Charles, who were behind Winston, were like double blades, trying to pierce his back.

Even across a long distance, people can feel the bursting sense of chasing.

Hunter continued to take the lead for three consecutive laps, and the track and the car were completely under his control, while the drivers behind were strangling each other, and the people watching were terrified.

On the fifth lap, Owen overtook Winston with his superb brake control before Turns [-] and [-] and approached Hunter.

The corners of Owen's lips twitched into a smile, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

He originally thought that he could let go of the pursuit of speed and do something more interesting, but in the end he still found that the most interesting thing is always on the track.

He and Hunter entered Turn [-] almost parallel, the track vibrating, almost destroyed by their resonating engines.

There is nothing in Hunter's mind, everything is based on feeling.

The control of the wiring and the steering wheel is obviously arbitrary but impeccable.

Mr. Kacho on the stand gently clutched his chest.

"Evan Hunter has really matured."

"Is he mature... I just think he's scary..." Audrey Wilson said uncertainly, "It seems like he's going to smash everything, and he won't give up until he reaches his goal..."

"Knowing what you want, isn't it mature?"

Hunter rushed off the track with a slight advantage, and the flanks of the two cars almost collided, but when the spectators were worried that the flag would be raised, they separated with great tacit understanding.

Hunt roared through the straights, giving the audience the illusion of being pulled from their seats as he weaved past row upon row of sightlines.

The contest between him and Owen lasted for nearly six laps, and Charles and Winston behind him also fought fiercely, and the two cars seemed to be holding each other's throat when they exited the corner.

Winston came out of the corner strongly, Charles stabilized his line and rushed to the straight.

Hunter decided to pit on lap No.18. The mechanics of the Marcus team ran at a high speed, and the speed of changing tires surprised all the big teams.

By the time Hunter came out of the pits, Winston was in front of him, with Charles behind him.

Marcus asked the technical officer on the side a little nervously: "Did Hunter come in a little earlier?"

"Not early. We have to trust his feelings."

Hunter followed Winston closely, pursing the corners of his lips.

Baby, it's rare for me to be chased by you, how could I be pushed by you so easily?

There is turn [-] ahead, although some people say that the best overtaking point on the Albert track is the straight, but if it is him Evan Hunter...anywhere!

He was in close contact with Winston, and when he rushed into the apex, he also had the momentum to crash into the buffer zone, but Hunter's routing was so perfect that he couldn't find any faults. Seeing Winston take the lead out of the corner, Hunter However, he gained greater speed by relying on the line. Just entering the straight, he flicked the tail to keep pace with Winston, and instantly chased back the time difference of the pit stop.

The speeds of the two were evenly matched, and the next few consecutive corners did not determine the winner. The next two laps made the audience tremble with fear and excitement at the same time.

"This is the Formula One we want to see! It's not just a display of ultra-high-performance racing cars, but it will make us never guess the ending!" Mr. Cacho couldn't help applauding loudly.

After a few laps, the timing of Winston's tangential acceleration made Hunter feel superb.

He used his technology to conquer Hunter's cognition, control his thinking, and lock Hunter firmly in his own domain.

Hunter remembered what Winston said before, he wanted Hunter to watch him forever.

Isn't that kind of desire so strong that it surpasses everything else for Hunter?

I've followed you for a long time, and this time, Vann Winston - watch me, I'm the only one driving ahead of you!

Hunter endured a strong centripetal force at the No. 12 corner, and continued to pass the No. 13 corner in sixth gear. He was evenly matched with Winston in the front and rear. Then the two cars braked almost at the same time, and suddenly slowed down, as if being caught. In the folded world, Hunter nimbly controlled the accelerator at a certain moment, and shifted to third gear at the most delicate moment. The balance of the two cars parallel to each other was disrupted at that moment. Out of the corner!

"Oh……"

"How did he do that?"

"Pretty...so beautiful!"

The audience erupted.

Hunter seemed to rush out of the dust, broke the time limit, and rushed towards the next corner.

But Winston didn't stop there. After he pitted to change tires, he fought desperately with Charles who was overtaking him, and after taking the lead again, he opened the prelude to chasing Hunter again.

It was like an endless game, Hunter provoked recklessly, and Winston tried his best to crush, but the more this happened, the faster and faster they were.

Hunter had just set the fastest lap of the race, and was immediately overtaken by Winston.

The vibration of the dust on the ground gave people the illusion that the planet seemed to be splitting apart, the continuous engine humming sounded from far to near, and the crazy shouts of the audience and the sound of the engine merged into a madness that burned everything.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, and the sunlight struggled to reveal through the gaps.The moisture in the air evaporates.

Hunter continued to compete with Winston, and not far behind them were Owen and Shire who would overtake them at any time.

The four cars decelerated through corners 16 and No. [-], the timing and control of the brakes surpassed everything, the wheels turned, and the air pushed against the flanks and tail cones with great force.

When people were worried that they would collide in the corner, many people covered their eyes, but like a miracle, everyone's routing was neat but showed great judgment and control, and Hunter avoided it. All competitors are outmatched.

Winston followed closely behind, and the audience waited eagerly. Winston, who was holding the steering wheel, locked his eyes on Hunter in front of him.

My Hunter... If you want to soar in the vast sky, then I will send you to the sky!

The enthusiasm of the whole world was overwhelmed by Winston's coldness, but Hunter could feel the power behind him that was about to sweep over and destroy his world at any time. He heard his own breathing and heartbeat, when the two cars entered the end of the long straight. At that moment, Hunter suddenly occupied the inside line, delayed the brakes, and blocked Winston skillfully and quickly when exiting the corner!

Such an instant judgment is like cutting off water with a knife, and the momentum is astonishing!

The audience shouted.

Marcus looked at the screen and his teeth were trembling: "Don't be overtaken! Don't be overtaken..."

Just when people were worried that Hunter would be overtaken by Winston if his speed slowed down when he exited the corner, he held his position calmly and then accelerated, dragging everyone's breath, and left gracefully.

At that second, time seemed to stand still, and then the audience's exclamation came and went.

Ahead is the end of the track, and Hunter didn't care about it any more, he stomped on the accelerator arrogantly, and rushed forward with the momentum of explosion.

And Winston kept catching up with his red figure from the side, sending him straight into the sky like a huge wave.

Winston... I've been told that Formula [-] is a game of out-of-control versus self-control.

I love you too.

The two cars crossed the line almost side by side.

Not long after Hunter crossed the line, he heard the sound of his tire blowing out.

He steadily controlled his speed, the world was spinning in front of him, and the only clear thing was the red Ferrari driving beside him to protect him.

When the final result of the game was revealed, Marcus' jaw trembled and he couldn't speak.

After two seconds of silence, the roar of the Marcus team almost knocked the roof off.

Hunter's racing car finally stopped. He leaned on the steering wheel, breathing heavily and laughing at the same time.

At that moment, he finally understood what Irving meant when he said that opponents are more important than winning or losing.

When you go beyond the speed and the limit you set for yourself...it turns out that the world is still so big, and the track is still so long!

Hunter turned his face sideways and extended his hand to Winston beside him.

No matter where we go, no matter how variable each game will be, don't leave me.

Because of you, my present and future are made.

It was Hunt's third time on the podium in a Formula [-] race, but the first time he overtook Winston in a race.

The media flooded in, but Hunter found himself more calm than ever.

Because praise and fame can no longer overwhelm him.He knows who he is.

He smiled to the applause of the world, with Winston at his side.

Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head and kissed the corner of Winston's lips fiercely.

Just when the media was in an uproar thinking that Hunter wanted to express his joy to his best friend, Winston directly hugged her, lost his rationality and restraint, and kissed back passionately and crazily.

Charles, who was standing aside, twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure, and walked down directly, applauding.

Two seconds later, applause followed.

Charles retreated slowly, came to Owen's side, bumped his shoulder and said, "Are you still willing to retire?"

"Ah... It's really annoying to be arrogant. I suddenly feel that it's okay to persist for another three years." Owen said with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"That's right, our era is not over yet. It seems like I'm still the driver's championship this year?"

"Hmm." Owen nodded.

This year's Grand Prix came to an end when Hunter won the championship with absolute strength, and the kiss after the game became a classic scene many years later.

Shire's Mercedes-Benz team won the annual championship, and he ranked first in the driver's standings.Winston was second, Irving third, and Hunter fourth.

Marcus has been looking at the picture of Winston kissing Hunter on the phone, thinking: "I thought they were a pure friendship! There is a feeling that my own child is secretly in love behind my back when he is still young! They Since when did it start! Wait... If Hunter can convince Winston to join our team, we will definitely be able to dominate F1 next year!"

The PR manager sighed helplessly: "What made you have such an illusion?"

"Shouldn't you be careful that Hunter is poached by Ferrari?" the technical officer asked blankly.

At this time, the manager of Ferrari also looked at the phone and began to imagine infinitely: "If Winston can persuade Hunter to join us at Ferrari, they can fall in love and drive a car of the same color like a couple's suit, isn't it good? ?”

Therefore, from November to February of the following year, the media continued to speculate whether Hunter and Winston would become teammates?

After the game, Hunter took the initiative to invite everyone to a dinner, and the place turned out to be a fast food burger restaurant!

When Charles came to the door of the restaurant with his pocket in his pocket, he was extremely depressed.

"I should be singing and dancing with beautiful women, instead of coming here to participate in some naive... hamburger dinner..."

Owen, who was following behind him, smiled: "This kid is very popular. Donald from Sobo, Duchovny, Penny, Williams and Force India are also here?"

"I really should go back." Charles was about to turn around, but Owen grabbed his shoulders, "Don't do this. Hamburg makes you young!"

"I never feel old!"

"When you think burgers are childish, it's a sign of your aging mind!"

Owen took Charles into the burger shop.

At this moment, Hunter was looking at Chen Mobai with his arms folded.

"I heard you're quitting Formula [-]."

"It's normal. No matter where you are, people will come and people will leave." Chen Mobai said with a smile.

"I see regret in your eyes. I bet, I will see you again next season." Hunter raised his chin and said.

"I can't see that you miss me so much."

"Come less, because I haven't successfully sent you off the track!" Hunter said with his eyes widened.

"Hahaha, I don't see that you have so much resentment towards me. I heard that it's because Winston and I chatted a few more topics between adults, and you are unhappy."

"What kind of topic between adults!"

"Guess?" Chen Mobai raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I heard that you and Owen had a good time."

"When will Owen and I get better?"

"We are a pure friendship!" Owen sat down beside Hunter.

"Oh... how pure is it?" Chen Mobai suddenly raised his foot and kicked Hunter's lower back.

Hunter fell into Owen's arms all of a sudden, only to hear a click, and Chen Mobai raised the phone in his hand.

"Mr. Hunter, the relationship between me and Winston must be purer than that between you and Owen."

After speaking, Chen Mobai took a hamburger casually, and left while biting.

"Hey! You guys have the guts to fight again next year!"

Chen Mobai, who was walking in the night, waved his hand.

Hunter felt a little melancholy at that moment.

As Chen Mobai said, in this world, when someone enters, someone will naturally leave.

But soon, Hunter found himself in big trouble, because Winston pushed the door open with a cold face.

Even Donald, who was playing happily, froze there.

Winston's eyes glanced at Owen who was sitting at the table teasing Hunter while fighting wine with Shire.

"What's wrong..." Owen seemed to feel that something was wrong.

Winston threw his mobile phone directly into Hunter's arms.

Hunter opened it and found that it was a text message sent by Chen Mobai to Winston. The edited content was: Your Hunter said that he and Owen are pure friendship!

The following photo is the picture of himself being kicked into Owen's arms by Chen Mobai just now.

The snapshot was too short, and it happened to be the scene where Hunter put his hands on Owen's body, as if he was about to kiss him forcibly.

"Damn it! That bastard! I'm going to kill him! I regretted that he was leaving Formula One just now!"

"You don't have to feel sorry for him. Anyway, Marcus invited him to join your team to replace Tracy McGrady."

"What—the ghost wants to be his teammate!"

Hunter nearly exploded.

"But first explain this picture to me?"

"Chen Mobai kicked me!" Hunter replied very stiffly, his eyes full of accusations of "you are not a good friend".

Winston looked at Owen, who almost choked on the beer.

"Don't look at me...the whole world knows that Hunter is yours..."

"It's right." Charles snorted softly.

"That...we still eat burgers! Let's drink beer! Haha! Hahaha!" Donald smiled awkwardly.

"Winston, if you don't like people getting too close to Hunter so much, you will have a nervous breakdown one day." Charles said in an elder tone.

"Or, I'll pretend to be a male rabbit to make amends for you?" Owen looked at Winston teasingly.

"The ghost wants to see your male rabbit!" Hunter got goosebumps.

"Hahaha! Owen's male rabbit is the most beautiful!" I don't know who said that stupidly.

As a result, the originally stiff atmosphere of this small burger shop suddenly became lively.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone got up and prepared to go back to their hotels.

Winston and Hunter walked side by side. Gradually, Hunter deliberately slowed down his pace and looked at Winston's forward back.

Just when Winston realized something and turned around, Hunter suddenly rushed over and jumped onto Winston's back in an instant.

As if he knew what he was going to do, Winston reached down and lifted his leg.

"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed.

Winston lifted himself up and walked steadily forward.

"Hey, I think this is my lucky year. Everyone's lucky year too!"

"Like what?" Winston asked, looking sideways.

"I won the championship!"

"Yeah." Winston chuckled.

"Owen and Charles are going to delay their retirement!"

"Ah."

"Xiaoxi seems to be in love with an alumnus who has never met before, and we have an appointment to meet in a cafe outside MIT in three days!"

"Yeah." The smile in Winston's voice became more obvious.

"I think I should follow." Hunter said seriously.

"why?"

"If he has evil intentions towards Xiaoxi, of course I will protect him! Xiaoxi is like my own sister!"

"Then you don't want to go. I guess you can't take advantage of that guy."

"why?"

"Trust me. That man must be the best man for the creek."

"Really? And! And! Did you know? Shen Chuan proposed to her girlfriend today! They were about to break up!"

Winston paused, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Yes. That engagement ring must be very beautiful."

"Yeah! And let me tell you, I ordered a new car!"

"You don't drive your little jeep anymore?"

"I left it in the garage as a souvenir. I haven't told you about my new car..."

"Hunter, I also think this year is my lucky year." Winston said suddenly.

"Really?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Because you love me, starting this year, we will always be together. Everything is going in the direction I most expect."

Hunter showed a big smile.

"Of course. Van..."

"Ok?"

"The direction I am most looking forward to is that you and I will rule this extremely fast field together."

Winston stopped in his tracks.

Hunter's voice was not loud, but firm as a rock.

"In the future, countless people will challenge us, but no one will ever defeat us."

Hunter lay on Winston's back and looked up at the endless night sky.

"Of course, my king," replied Winston with a chuckle.

Hunter smiled and kissed the back of his head.

The sea of ​​stars is obviously still but surging, and tomorrow is brewing with changes. A force breaks through the hustle and bustle and roars towards it.

This is the time for all.

The author has something to say: This article ends here.

Fat Gua has worked as an old transparent in Jinjiang for eight years, and writing has become a habit of mine unconsciously.In fact, every two years, I will find that my readers have changed a lot.Everyone has grown up, running around for their own lives, and may no longer read articles and have more important or interesting things to do, but I am still here.

In fact, it is not a good thing for writing to become a habit. Fat Gua always feels that only when there is emotion in my heart will I have the desire to express, but I don’t know when it started. I became numb and just wrote for the sake of writing.This article somewhat made me regain a little bit of my original desire to express my feelings.I don't know how many years I can write, but I really hope that my next articles will also be full of emotions, so that everyone feels like they are in love.

Next is the extra episode, let's see you in the extra episode~