Could You Not Tease Me?

"Huh? Where's Luke?"

"It's McGrady! That guy just stepped on the empty steps and fell down! He sprained his ankle!"

Hunter was dumbfounded.

"What are you still doing in a daze? We have already applied for a driver change! Did you listen well to today's technical meeting?"

"What's the use of listening? I'm different from Maddie!"

"It doesn't matter whether it's different...Forget it, just drive as hard as you can! Why are you standing still! Go!" Mr. Marcus' saliva was about to spray on Hunter's face.

Hunter glanced at Winston.

The opponent's expression was very indifferent, which made him wonder if this guy knew that he would be replaced.

"Hunter."

Just as Hunter was about to leave with Marcus, Winston suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Hunter stopped and turned around and asked.

"The driver is the soul of a team. Everyone exists to cooperate with you, not you to cooperate with anyone."

At that moment, Hunter once again thought of the pleasure of driving Winston's supercar to break the limit.

Yes, rather than letting other people dictate to you, be yourself.

Marcus looked surprised.

Winston speaks very little, and he is a model of sparing words like gold.

But obviously, he said more than one sentence to Hunter just now.

Wait, what did he just teach Hunter?

Not the driver to cooperate with others, but everyone to cooperate with the driver?

Such willful words are suitable for Winston, but not for Hunter!

Hello!Don't come and teach my Hunter bad!

When Hunter passed Maddie, who was sitting on a chair with an angry face and being taken care of by the doctors, he couldn't help but glanced at him sympathetically.

"Brat! What are you looking at!"

Hunter shrugged. "I just wanted to see how swollen your ankle is."

"what?"

"I know you think I'm a piece of shit and it's an insult to finish [-] or [-] in your car. But so what? If your ankle doesn't go down in a week, I also have to take part in the British Grand Prix for you. I'm so tired!"

"What—don't go! I'm going to screw your head off! See if you're still proud!"

The doctors immediately rushed to hold down McGrady.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and backed away.

"Oh my god, I want to beat this brat just looking at him." A technician in charge of changing tires said.

"Hey... I hope his qualifying results are not too bad..."

Amidst the roar of the crowd, qualifying is about to begin.

Well, maybe this is really my last Formula [-] race.

Even though he had never been on this track in practice, Hunter found that he was more familiar with it than any other track before.

In his head was Winston's voice.

The coldness of that voice made Hunter sober, and its calmness made him decisive.

I want to start from the best possible position.

I want to start over from the position closest to you...

Even if it's the last time.

In the Q1 race, Mercedes-Benz's "Great White Shark" Shire showed an advantage at the beginning and ran No.1.

Hunter, who was absent from the practice session, was exceptionally calm, cornering smoothly without hesitation.When Hunter completed the effective circle, the No.8 to No.12 changed immediately.

"My God...Hunter's 2th! His lap time is [-] seconds faster than McGrady in the practice session!"

"Right now... this guy is in great shape... I hope he can keep it till the end of qualifying!"

At the start of the Q2 race, Irving of the Red Bulls came from behind and led the field.But Winston has always maintained between the second and third places with a huge yes.However, Hunter bit his opponent at the top of the ranking and climbed steadily.

"No.9...is it going to rain red?" Marcus blinked in disbelief.

When Q3 came, Jaws Shire took the lead and regained the pole position, followed by Winston and Owen.Charles once again created the fastest lap.

Hunt was caught between Calham's two drivers.

I still need to move a little further... a little further...

Compress all the speed, Hunter, release the taut spring!

When the last round of sprint was coming to an end, the driver in front of Hunter lost control and crashed out, and Hunter went up the ranking smoothly.

Driving back, Hunter saw Marcus looking at him with stern eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hunter exhaled.

His choked breath was finally released.No matter what he did wrong, he planned to go in one ear and out the other.

"How good it would be if you could have such a level before? You brat!"

Marcus was about to hit him, but Hunter dodged it, frowning.

"Where's Luke? Where's his ranking?"

"No. 10."

Hunter exhaled, but he didn't expect Luke to enter the top ten.

"And me?"

"No. 8."

"Oh." Hunter turned around with his pockets in his pocket.

After two steps, he suddenly reacted.

"I... I also entered the top ten?"

Marcus was so angry that his eyes were popping out of his complete absence.

"Yeah! That strikes me as goddamn good luck!"

Hunter couldn't help laughing.

In the first three races, his ranking was between No.18 and No.15.

This is his best qualifying result so far and among all the drivers in the team.

At least it is a favorable starting position in the race, and then two stops must be executed accurately.

This is also the pit stop strategy that Winston had drawn up for him before.

The main race will be played in the afternoon of the second day.After all the staff go back to the hotel, a technical meeting will be held again.

When Hunter saw Tracy McGrady, who was helped by the team doctor, he scratched his ear.

"Stuttering old man, are you very proud now? But the eighth place is not a big deal!"

"I know. There are still many drivers who have not exerted their strength. When it comes to the race, when they go all out, they will overtake me one by one!" Hunter squinted his eyes and smiled, then lowered his body and stared at me. Looking at Maddie who was sitting on the chair, "Next time you call me a stutterer, I will break your ankle."

"you……"

McGrady wanted to say something, but Hunter straightened up, turned and left.

As he walked, he thought about it in his heart.

I don't know where McGrady heard the nickname "Stuttering Old".

Since elementary school, he would stutter whenever he was nervous.For example, answering the teacher's questions, such as asking the little girl he likes to attend his birthday party at home, his tongue seems to be tied.

The nickname of "stuttering old" lasted until his middle school.

At that time, he began to participate in karting competitions one after another, and often won the championship of the junior group. The girls who originally disliked his stuttering also began to be interested in him, and he gradually seemed to stop stuttering.

But once the emotion is provoked, he still can't speak.

The technical analysis session is over.

Hunter tossed and turned in bed, but couldn't sleep.

You know, he used to be the type of soldier to cover the water and cover the bottom of the ranking, but at this moment, as long as he closes his eyes, he can hear the sound of the engine and the noise of the audience.

He turned on his phone and played two rounds of match [-] games, but his heart was still beating fast.

It's over, it stands to reason that a racer should be one of the athletes with the best mental quality.

But my current heart rate is the rhythm of flying to the sky and side by side with the sun!

Look at the time again, damn it, it's almost one o'clock!

I really want to breathe some fresh air, the room is so stuffy!

Walking out of the hotel, Hunter walked around the hotel with a hood and a pocket in his pocket, and then he accidentally found a familiar figure sitting on a pedestrian seat by the side of the road.

The cold light of the street lamp fell on him. For some reason, Hunter suddenly felt that the other party was very lonely.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hunter came to the other side with a smile and squatted down.

Winston just closed his eyes and exhaled a smoke ring. In the smoke, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be swirling, trying to drag everything into a difficult vortex.

"I'm thinking of someone." His voice was very soft.

Hunter found that although Winston's voice had a cold and alienated temperament, when he spoke softly, there was a kind of tenderness.

"Who do you want?" Hunter asked curiously, tilting his head.

"He's already squatting beside me." Winston opened his closed eyes slightly, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream.

"Damn it!" Hunter really wanted to push him off the steps, "I really can't tell! If I were a girl, I would already be lying flat on your bed with my legs spread!"

"You can also open your legs now." Winston's voice was cool, and there was no hint of a joke.

"Fuck you, I'll kick you!"

"Want to smoke?" asked Winston, turning his face slightly.

His voice was low, and he had a serious expression as if what he just said was not a joke with Hunter.

"Okay, let's get one!"

Winston's cigarettes must be good ones.

"I only have this one." Winston squeezed the cigarette with his fingers and stretched it in Hunter's direction.

Obviously, he has done this pose himself, but this guy Winston is like an elegant gentleman feeding a cat.

There is only one, so he has to take a deep breath!

Look what Winston was smoking!

Hunter moved his face closer with a smile, bit the cigarette holder directly, and just "snatched" the whole cigarette.

Winston didn't pinch it on purpose, but let it go calmly.

Hunter closed his eyes and was about to enjoy, but soon frowned.

"Hey—how can you smoke camels!"

"Then what should I smoke?"

"AMERICAN SPIRIT?"

"Try again next time."

"Hi... thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"If it wasn't for that time when you simulated the Gilles Villeneuve circuit for me in my head, my qualifying would have been a mess."

Hunter squinted and smoked.

For some reason, whenever Winston was by his side, the cheap cigarettes became rounder and less choking.

"That kind of simulation doesn't work at all. Your qualifying results are because of your own strength."

"Well, to thank you, I'll tell you a secret of mine... Although it's not really a secret, many people know it."

"Ah."

"I stuttered a little when I was a child. If I was nervous or angry, I would stutter even more. So I was often teased, and people didn't like to play with me. They thought that when I was with me, they stuttered for no reason. .”

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I stutter when I'm nervous.

Winston: Sometimes it's good if you stutter.

Hunter: Huh?when.

Winston: You repeated my name when I fucked you.

Hunter: ...

Tip: Formula [-] is divided into many races, so Hunter and Winston will be flying around the world.

The top eight, and now the top ten, of each race earns points.The one with the highest points in a year is the individual championship.The team whose drivers have the highest sum of points is the team champion.

The Formula One race is divided into practice race-qualifying race-race.

Qualifying is divided into three quarters, Q1/Q2/Q3. The ranking in qualifying determines the starting order of the main race, so qualifying is also very important.

All the relevant knowledge of Panggua comes from Baidu, and sometimes there are very big bugs.I really need a kind reminder, but it's meaningless to deliberately belittle someone who thinks he's so great.To be honest, there are talents in every professional field, and it is normal to make mistakes. I am willing to correct them, so that I don't like being ridiculed.