Could You Not Tease Me?

Business activities or charity dinners, for Van Winston, are like drinking a cup of bad English black tea. He can appear to be polite in a gentlemanly manner, but ignore everyone.

Ferrari's charity dinner can be described as a gathering of talents, bright lights, eloquent PR managers and marketers among the major sponsors and potential sponsors, and he is like the most exquisite billboard.

Everyone wants something at this dinner party.

Maybe it's attention, maybe money, maybe connections.

A woman's complaining voice sounded from behind Winston.

"Hunter...why are you still playing with your phone?"

"Oh...then what should I do?"

A voice between a teenager and a young man rang out, like being handed a glass of clear water after being drunk, and smelling the aroma of lemon as soon as he nodded.

"Go and chat with those sponsors! Let them know you, maybe you can get more advertising endorsement opportunities, just based on your income in the Marcus team..."

"Hahaha... I didn't even get points, who will give me the chance to endorse in an advertisement?" The boy named Hunter laughed loudly.

His voice is casual, as if it's a normal thing to never score points as a racing driver.

Not self-pity, with a trace of inexplicable calmness.

Winston focused on the red wine and turned around.

The young man was wearing a suit that didn't fit well, and his brown hair was hanging down his forehead, which made him look a bit childish compared to the men in the whole banquet hall who had their hair all combed up.

From this angle, Winston could only see the tip of his nose, while his hands held the mobile phone, and his fingers moved quickly, as if he were driving a Formula [-].Winston turned his face sideways, trying to see the young man's expression clearly, but he never raised his head once.

"Then you can't just keep playing mobile games like this! Socialize with other people! You are wasting a great opportunity!"

"Okay, okay...tell me which driver you like? I'll take you there...although I don't think any of them will talk to me."

"You..." His female companion looked up and bumped his arm, "Hey! Hey! Ferrari's Van Winston is looking at you!"

"Huh?" Hunter still didn't raise his head, "My dear Miley, he must be looking at you, not me."

Miley looked over again, and found that Winston had moved his eyes elsewhere, and was listening to what the PR manager of the Ferrari team had to say.Everything just now was an illusion.

The dinner continued, listening to similar words and seeing similar expressions, Winston was already a little tired, but his face still had an expression of indifference.

Don't approach strangers.

The only difference was the young man leaning against the dining table and playing with his mobile phone.

He seemed to be out of this world.

What exactly attracted him?

Perhaps because it was really boring, Winston strolled towards him, came to his side, and glanced at his mobile phone screen, it turned out to be Xiaoxiaole, which middle school students were not interested in.

And this kind of game, he played for more than an hour.

What kind of person would be addicted to such an antique game to this day?

Just when Winston was about to pass by him, the fire alarm in the banquet hall sounded.

Everyone looked up, there was less than a second of silence, and someone shouted "Fire!"

The women in long skirts raised their skirts, and the men dropped their wine glasses and rushed towards the exit of the banquet hall.

"Everyone, don't squeeze!"

Winston stopped in his tracks and looked around subconsciously. He saw no smoke, and even the air was still filled with the scent of champagne and red wine.

Reason told Winston that the fire alarm might have been tripped by accident.

And the exit has been blocked by terrified guests, even if I passed by, I just squeezed in and couldn't get out, and it was easy to have a stampede accident.

The young man next to him who was addicted to the game finally raised his head and looked at the constantly flashing fire alarm.

At last Winston could see clearly his eyes, their innocent outlines, half-turned as if searching the sky.

"Miley!"

Winston only felt his hand being pulled over by the opponent, held firmly by the opponent, and rushed towards the crowded crowd.

"Fire! Let's run!"

Young people rushed forward desperately, and soon they were overwhelmed by the crowd.

Winston could obviously break free from the opponent, but when he felt the strength and temperature of the opponent's fingertips, he subconsciously tightened his fingers and clasped the opponent tightly.

He looked at Hunter's back. This young man could clearly squeeze into the crowd, but he couldn't fully integrate into the crowd because he was pulling him.

At this moment, a woman's roar came from behind them: "Damn Evan Hunt—you actually left me and ran away!"

So your name is Evan Hunter.

Lips touched lightly, and the name was subconsciously pronounced in the bottom of my heart.

"What?" The young man finally realized what was happening, turned his face sideways with difficulty, and saw Miley looking at him angrily from two or three people away.

She raised her hand and gave him a clear middle finger.

Winston thought that Hunter would let go of himself, so he let go of his fingers, but the strong hand that was holding him pulled forward even harder, until his chest hit the opponent's body.

"Oh..." Hunter's eyes widened, "I actually dragged Ferrari's Fann Winston?"

Miley's yelling came very penetratingly: "Evan Hunter! I'm done with you! It's over!"

Hunter sighed and complained in a low voice that only Winston, who was leaning against him, could hear: "It's as if we've started..."

Winston would not apologize, because it was Hunter who caught the wrong person, not him.

All the guests left, and Winston felt a tightening of his wrist, but the other party was still holding his hand.

Only this time, Hunter walked a little more calmly.

In this way, Winston was pulled out of the crowd by the opponent.

At night when the wind was blowing, Hunter took out a cigarette from his pocket by leaning on the street lamp. He pressed the lighter and raised his hair, as if catching Winston's eyes.

"You just knew that you dragged the wrong person, why didn't you let me go?"

Winston's voice was cold with a hint of transparency.

After finally lighting the cigarette, Hunter closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy taking a puff, and when he opened them again, he looked in Winston's direction.

His eyes were bright, and gave Winston the illusion that he was about to burn the widest world with the smallest force.

"Because Miley is already angry with me, I can only hold you longer, or I will lose money." He smiled and handed over the cigarette in his hand, "Do you want to smoke?"

"Thank you, I don't need it."

"You know you have a nice voice? But it's like being bottled and locked up," Hunter said with a smile.

Winston didn't care about the other party's comments, but pointed to the position of the eye sockets.

"Your eye sockets are a little blue."

"Oh, you said this!" Hunter smiled heartlessly, leaned towards Winston, and said with a bit of pride, "In the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, I was beaten by my teammates. .”

"Why did he beat you?"

"Because I didn't stop Penny, he wanted me to help him press the car."

"Have you been hooped by Penny?"

"Why was I caught? Couldn't it be that I drove in front of Penny?" Hunter showed a dissatisfied expression.

"If you don't get lapped, it's even more impossible to overtake the car for your teammate. Because Penny's qualifying is ahead of you, you haven't passed him yet."

"Okay ok...the essence of Formula [-] is to overtake, even if my team is weak and my level is not good and my car is terrible...I don't want to overwhelm other people's cars, I want to overtake those who are running in front of me People, even one." Hunter smiled helplessly, "Isn't it childish?"

"will not."

"Van Winston is such a gentleman."

"Not because I'm a gentleman, but because I think so too."

At this moment, the voice of Winston's assistant Anne sounded.

"My God, you're here! Mr. Miller is looking for you!"

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Winston turned around, only to find that Hunter watched him step back step by step, mouthing "goodbye".

After a few steps, he turned and left.

"Winston, were you chatting with that... who seemed to be a driver?" Anne asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Winston followed Anne back to the banquet hall.

I saw Hunter again in the next race. He chased all the way from the middle and rear of the grid and won No.6.

That night, Winston was reviewing the race of this race in the room. He subconsciously paid attention to the racing car of the Marcus team. Hunter’s tangent and cornering were smooth and beautiful. Winston raised his hand to rest his chin, squinting subconsciously squint.

After watching the video of the entire game, Winston suddenly felt a little hot and wanted to take a walk near the hotel.

As soon as I walked into the lobby, I heard Donald from the Sauber team laughing and chatting with his teammates.

"Hahaha! That silly boy Hunter, I took him to the bar today, he met a beautiful girl, but that girl had a fierce suitor, he was almost beaten up!"

"No way? Hunter can't beat the opponent?"

"The opponent is a football player!"

"Damn it! He's so unlucky! Where is he now?"

"Smoking outside, hahaha!"

Winston walked past Donald and came to the door of the hotel.

The night wind was very cool, and Winston thought he was just walking casually, but he found that he couldn't help but subconsciously search for every faint red dot or every figure suspected of smoking in the darkness.

Finally, on the steps under the shadow, he saw Hunter sitting there.

His back is not as strong and full of masculine vigor as other drivers, on the contrary, it still has a bit of youthful thinness.

"Your competition in this station is very good." Winston came to sit next to Hunter.

"Really? Maybe I'll stop cooking at the next stop."

There was a self-deprecating smile in his voice.

"Will not."

After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Hunter looked at Winston, and said amusedly, "Hey... this is how you comfort me, just say no? Usually it's not that you are great next time, you will surpass Who, you will reach the level of Owen and Shire one day?"

"I'm not sure who you can surpass, and I'm not sure if you can reach the level of Owen and Shire. I just don't think you will stop here." Winston's voice was calm.

Such calm calmed Hunter's mind.

"You are not the kind of person who can comfort others." Hunter smiled, "Even if you come to talk to me, no one will believe you."

"Why do you think I wouldn't want to talk to you?"

"Because you are already a first-class driver, a genius who can compete with Owen and Charles. And I am the tail of the crane, lucky to break into the top six occasionally."

"Any more?" asked Winston softly.

"Also, you are always cold, as if no one should approach me, and none of you can enter my field. Even sponsors worth billions of dollars, you can just nod and pass by , not to mention a nobody like me?" Hunter seemed to be getting happier as he talked.

"What about other reasons?"

"The media said that you are a rare noble gentleman in Formula One. I am neither noble nor gentlemanly. We are very different."

Hunter stopped for a few seconds, but Winston remained silent and did not intend to speak.

"Hey... shouldn't you say a few words? For example... I'm not what you think." Hunter tilted his head.

"I can't change the thoughts in your mind. When you understand, you will naturally change."

"Haha..." Hunter laughed, his soft forehead trembling slightly in the night, "Are you so rigid in everything you say? If those female fans who admire you know that you are so dull and boring, they will definitely not I'm crushing on you again."

"You're not my female fan," Winston replied.

"Okay, okay... Do you smoke?" Hunter took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Winston.

"Cigarettes are refreshing, but not good for your lungs."

Hunter shook his head helplessly: "It really is. A self-disciplined guy like you must not smoke or drink too much, go to bed at a fixed time, insist on getting up and exercising every morning, day after day, and stick to your living arrangements until the second."

Hunter was about to take back the cigarette, but unexpectedly the other party took it.Moreover, there was a lighter on Winston's body, and he lightly lit the cigarette.

He just took a puff, and the gesture of puffing out the smoke ring was casual and elegant.

"Oh...my cigarette has burned out just like this...I haven't smoked twice yet!" Hunter regretfully threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and then clapped his hands.

Beside him, Winston was looking ahead silently, with the cigarette between his knuckles.

Hunter made a smile: "Forget it, if you don't smoke, don't force yourself, give it to me."

"Hmm." Winston turned sideways and handed the cigarette in Hunter's direction.

At that moment, Hunter supported the steps with his hand, leaning towards Winston's direction, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand holding the end of the cigarette, his lips closed in.

It was an illusion, as if his lips touched Winston's fingertips, or maybe they didn't, but the temperature from being too close gave him an illusion.

His fingertips were almost scalded, and Winston froze there, feeling some force lightly pressing on the cigarette butt. The moment the cigarette left Winston's fingers, he subconsciously wanted to grab it, but Hunter But he straightened his back.

With his pockets in his pockets, he stood up with a smile.

"Hey, thanks. It's very comfortable to be with you. You are not at all cold and difficult to get along with in the media and other drivers."

Hunter turned to leave.

Winston was still sitting there, unconsciously recalling the feeling of the cigarette leaving his fingers... He suddenly realized that it was the tip of Hunter's tongue.

The apparently calm heartbeat suddenly rushed upwards as if it was being burned.

Winston took a calm breath, stood up, and walked back to the hotel.

The competition at the next station is more intense.

Winston and Penny go head-to-head, and the two compete fiercely.

What Winston didn't expect at all happened, Penny's car lost control, his tail spun around, and he was about to slam into Winston's flank. Under such circumstances, Winston knew that in such a situation It is impossible for him to dodge completely, even in an instant, he calmly judged to minimize the damage.

At that moment, another car caught up from behind, and the other car directly blocked Penny, and Winston passed smoothly.

When his racing car entered the next corner, Winston suddenly realized that the car belonged to the Marcus team... and with the opponent's distance, it was impossible not to avoid Penny!

The depths of his thinking seemed to have been severely cut by a sharp blade, and the pain spread from his brain to his fingertips.

He still judged calmly, tried his best to adjust his breathing, and rushed to the finish line at the fastest speed.

He overtook Shire in a thrilling corner, and started chasing wildly again. He passed Owen at the hairpin and won the championship of that race.

Ferrari manager Miller's voice trembled with joy.

"Great! Winston! You did a great job! Owen has always been good at this track, and you even surpassed him!"

"Who's driving that race car against Penny...?"

Winston's voice was flat and cold to others' ears, but only he knew how desperately he wanted that answer.

"Ah! Speaking of which, you should thank it! Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to win the championship at this station!"

"You haven't told me who that is."

Winston buckled the steering wheel.

"It's Evan Hunt from the Marcus team. You're so lucky, this young man has been chasing after you all the time, and when Penny's brake pads failed, he just jumped up!"

"It wasn't my luck. Was he injured?"

His nerves were tense.

On the track, any bad accidents may happen, and Winston has long been prepared for this.

But at this moment, he was inexplicably afraid.

"No injuries. I also saw the young man climb out of the car by himself. The front suspension system of his car was completely damaged, so he retired."

"I see, thanks."

The post-match media interviews made Winston feel extremely impatient for the first time.There was no warmth in his eyes, and his answers to the media's questions were so concise that everyone present felt chills.

The media, shrouded in inexplicable pressure, ended the interview earlier than Mr. Miller thought, and Winston got up and left quickly.

Even if Mr. Miller shouted his name behind him, he didn't hear it.

When he got out of the taxi and was about to walk quickly into the hotel, he saw Hunter coming out of the small supermarket across the road with a Coke bottle.

There was no look of despair on the young man's face. He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a big gulp, then closed his eyes and hiccupped, exhaling a sigh of relief.

When he walked across the road and found Winston standing in front of him, he paused.

"Hey... Winston."

The other party smiled and was about to walk past him, as if everything that happened on the track had nothing to do with him.

Winston didn't know why he was so impulsive. When he woke up, he had already pulled Hunter over.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Hunter's back fell into his arms, and Winston let go.

"Why do you do that during the race?"

"How to do it?" Hunter looked as if he didn't know.

"Hold Penny for me." There was no expression on Winston's face.

"Hey... I'm chasing after you with all my heart... I just couldn't control it..."

"You can catch up behind Penny and me, but you can't control it well?" Winston asked back.

There was a strength in his voice that lifted all the covers and ran over all the excuses.

"I... just got lucky to catch up to that position, but my luck was not so good, just happened to happen that Penny's brake pad broke..."

Hunter smiled helplessly, and his smile made Winston suddenly feel a little pain.

But I don't know where it hurts.

"Has it been difficult for you to tell the truth?" asked Winston.

Hunter stood there, turned his face sideways, and fell silent.

After such silence lasted for more than ten seconds, the young man finally sighed.

"Well... I didn't expect that I would do that, but when I realized it, I was already on the top. From the position, if you are tailed by Penny, you are very likely to be injured .And I... at most, the front suspension will be reimbursed, but the chance of accident is not great.”

"You and I are not in the same team." Winston said.

"I know, I know we're not in the same team. Maybe I'm being sentimental, thinking that I've talked to you, and it's considered friendship. You don't have to think so much... Keep on being Van Winston, chasing the ones ahead of you The driver is fine, why bother what's going on behind you?"

Hunter is leaving again.

Winston held him tightly again.

"Of course we have friendship."

"What? You and I...have friendship?" Hunter showed an unbelievable expression.

"We've talked, haven't we?" Winston retorted.

"Of course...but whoever has spoken to you is considered a friend?"

"Do you think I've talked to a lot of people?"

"should not."

"So you've talked to me, isn't that considered friendship?"

"... Oh." Hunter scratched his ears with his fingers.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Where did you get those tricks for hooking me?

Winston: How you teased me, I just teased me back in the same way.

Fat Melon: So this episode is about how Hunter unconsciously picked up Winston in his previous life, and the sweetness is just right, and he won't put glass shards in it. Don't worry, everyone, hahaha