Could You Not Tease Me?

"Ah? What?"

"It's nothing."

Hunt was playing, and he heard the sound of music. The man aside smoked cigarettes quietly.

After Hunt had played for a few minutes, Winston slowly said, "Would you like to take a sip?"

"Oh ... OK ..." Hunter didn't even raise his eyes, turned to his side, and leaned his head against each other with his mouth half open, still staring at the phone.

He felt the shadows approaching, and for a long time he had not seen the smoke in his mouth, and finally raised his eyes.

Thinking at that moment was frightened by a force, that was Winston's eyes.

Subconsciously, he wanted to step back, but he couldn't move, as if he had been locked in those eyes, and he couldn't escape when he rammed.

Winston exhaled the smoke contained in his mouth, right into Hunter's lips, and made a rotation between his teeth, submerging deeper.

When Hunt nearly coughed, Winston straightened his back and looked at him coolly.

"What the **** are you pumping! There you are ..."

wrong! What the **** are you doing near me! Scary!

Winston extinguished the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to it: "Aren't you driving F1 through my head?"

After speaking, he left with his pockets.

Hunter was choked into his throat, and tears were almost falling.

Then he realized that Winston had never thought of taking a sip of himself, and he was just getting revenge on himself.

"I wipe ... what gentleman? I must report!" Hunter took a big sip of water and got up and walked back to the team.

No matter what, the depressed mood just disappeared.

The race will begin at eight o'clock the next night. During this period, Hunter needs to adjust his status and also need to communicate well with the team.

It has been a long time since Hunter joined the team waiting for my strategic analysis. The technical officer was satisfied with Hunt's focused attitude.

McGrady's ankle is almost better, and the imbalance in his mind has become more apparent for his absence from the British Grand Prix.

When Hunter got up and left, McGrady said, "This is your normal level."

Hunt pulled a corner of his mouth and smiled, and came to McGrady's ear and said, "In order to satisfy your ardent hope, I will play every game in the future."

What McGrady wanted to say, Hunter walked away in his pocket.

"Meddy ... Hunter is a kid. What do you care about him?" Luke patted Maddie's shoulder.

"He's a kid? Do you know what he did to me?"

"What did you do?" Luke became curious.

McGrady opened his mouth and said nothing.

All the cars are on their own.

Hunter's palms were sweating, and his heartbeat was like his own body.

He knew he was nervous.

He knew very well that from now on, he would not miss all fleeting opportunities.

Winston is ahead.

This time, he was the closest of all racers to the finish line, but he was farther away than the last time.

"I'll wait for you in the next corner."

When the sentence fell in his mind, Hunter rushed out.

The first corner, the closest to the starting point is also the most dangerous ... don't worry about Hunter, don't worry ...

As expected before the race, a car was almost pushed out of the track, and Hunter walked on the tip of the knife, and accidentally fell off.

Mr. Marcus shook his fist nervously, Luke had successfully completed the first lap, and Hunt was still in the middle and late stages.

"It's hard for Hunter to stand out." The technical officer frowned.

On the second lap again, almost three cars had to make turns in parallel. Hunter entered the turn decisively. After taking the lead, he gradually distanced himself from the vehicle behind.

"Fine ... very smooth ... I think Hunt might still get points." Marcus squinted.

Five laps later, Hunter started a fight with the driver in front.

His nerves were very tight, and he said to himself that it would be tighter, tighter! When he releases, he will be overwhelming!

What happened next made Marcus and all the fans on the scene startled.

When the two Williams drivers were struggling with each other, Hunter roared thrillingly in the gap between their competitions, causing Marcus to sweat coldly, but Hunter's ranking climbed to tenth in an instant. One person.

Immediately after, he chased after him, followed Carterham's driver, and followed five laps. He tried to overtake but was defended by his opponent.

"This kid is annoying with patience," said the technical officer, squinting his eyes and dragging his chin.

"Are you praising the little ghost?" Marcus asked.

"I just suddenly felt that the opponent he was chasing was pathetic."

After laps and laps, it was clear that Carterham's drivers could not afford Hunt's chase, which could erupt at any time, and he was on a left corner. Bit.

"Good job--" Marcus couldn't help but get excited.

Hunter was the least optimistic about it before, but I don't know why, I always think this guy is going to be a blockbuster today.

"Hunter is coming in! Hurry up!"

The technicians ran.

Hunter made a perfect stop. After leaving the station, he soared without fear, surpassing his teammate Luke easily and entering the eighth place.

"This kid ... he really doesn't stop at the top six!"

"But from this moment on, all the drivers ahead of him are."

At this point Hunt was pursuing Enzo of Lotus.

Exhaling, Hunter knew that he could release himself completely now.

He tried to overtake Enzo three times in a row, bold but sharp. Enzo, who ranked fifth last year, felt a sharp blade behind him, as if to pierce himself at any time.

Enzo took a breath and he remembered that after chatting with Donald of Sauber after the last race, the guy suddenly said not to underestimate Evan Hunt of Marcus and was chased by him. Behind him felt like standing side by side with a sickle on top of his head.

At that time Enzo just smiled and felt that Donald was looking for a face because he was almost overtaken by a little ghost, but this time when the little ghost chased himself and wanted to cut him off at any time, he finally realized Donald Mood.

Finally, Hunter and Enzo battled in the heart, Enzo didn't even know how Hunter controlled the routing, but only knew that at a certain moment that broke his heart, the little ghost had arrogantly passed through himself to go To the front!

"Good job--" Marcus was about to cry.

And looking at this scene, McGrady couldn't say a word.

After dozens of seconds, when Donald found that the opponent behind him had changed from Enzo to Hunt, he gritted his teeth: Damn! What a ghost! I dislike him!

Hunter locked Donald tightly, a chuckle on his lips. I did n’t get past you at the last stop.

Hunt chased Donald, and even many of Marcus' staff were nervous.

"Over him! Hunt! Over him!"

"Oh, stinky! If you surpass Donald, please watch a pole dance at night!"

"Exceeded him! We will give you a pole dance!"

The audience watched Hunter's patience, but overtake arrogantly, he was inexplicably moved by him.

When Hunt and Donald went round to round, many people stood up to cheer him on.

But at the moment of the corner, Hunter's right rear tire burst!

"Fuck--" Marcus' eyes were almost staring!

The staff raised their hands to cover their eyes.

They thought that this time, Hunter would not only surpass Donald Sauber, but even many drivers in front, doing what they thought impossible for a small team like them.

"After all ... does God still think we are too greedy?"

The audience was in an uproar, and screams and regrets were heard one after another within two seconds.

And Hunt's heart was as light as feathers at that moment, and everything felt like he was leaving his brain.

Over ...

He's over ...

All previous efforts were wasted ...

I felt the passing of one another after another, including Enzo, who was overtaken by him.

Winston said he would wait for him in the next corner.

So I watched him get farther and farther away from him ... He was not willing, really not willing!

Definitely not reconciled!

Hunt's teeth clenched.

"Let him come back ... It's just a game, as long as you stay in this state, you can do it next time ..." After regret, Marcus thought maybe it was Hunter.

"Mr. Marcus! Hunter is coming in! He will keep running!"

Only saw Hunter driving towards the pit with a car with only three tires.

"He said he wanted to continue?" Marcus was a little surprised.

Even if he continues, his ranking is plummeting, and it is almost impossible to get points for the remaining laps.

"Let him continue." The other staff members said in unison.

"Okay! Let those guys waiting to see us downcast know how great we are!"

When Hunt set off from the pits again, his ranking had fallen to 14th place, but the audience gave him warm applause.

When people thought he was just going to finish the race, he started crazy overtaking again.

Catch up with two opponents on the same lap, applaud the audience.

Then Hunt completed his third pit stop in this game. After leaving the station, his unwavering attitude was like suicide, but Marcus, a bystander, could feel the persistence in Hunt's heart.

He didn't know exactly what kept the little ghost from giving up?

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Regardless of the outcome, I will comfort you or encourage you.

Hunter: How to comfort? How to encourage?

Winston: Comfort your front and encourage your back.

Hunter: ...