Could You Not Tease Me?

While Hunt launched an offensive against Irving for three consecutive laps, Charles behind him followed with great patience.

Finally on a right-curve acceleration section, Shire cut into it fiercely, and the tires almost burned the ground.

Hunter responded to the adjustment of the line very quickly. Shire almost rushed out of the white line, but he controlled the direction. Instead, at the most critical moment, he almost wiped Hunter's head and made a turn, then rushed in. The next S-curve.

"I wipe! Is Charles insane?" At that scene, Marcus was frightened.

"But it does not constitute a foul. It is indeed a master of more than ten years of experience." Shen Chuan squinted and said.

"I hope Hunter's mood won't be affected."

At this time, Hunter was behind Charles. The overtaking just now did not hurt Hunter. On the contrary, he enjoyed the sense of speed that Winston said at that moment.

That feeling made Hunter eager to try, he wanted to make a superb overtaking than Shire. And this excitement made Hunter's brain very clear.

For this track, it is a relatively difficult S-shaped track. Hunt is passing at the fastest speed of all current drivers, which makes the audience not only pinch a cold sweat for him, but also fear for him to rush out and drive for him. Skill and applause.

After passing the bend, Hunt found someone following.

It's the Lotus team ... this guy's driving is not easy!

Before Hunter reached the next corner, the speed reached 280Km / h, which was quite bold, but the followers behind him did not change their way, just like the cobwebs that continued to extend, dragging Hunter away.

What's the name of this guy?

-Chen Mobai!

I remember he was starting in sixth place, but he didn't expect to catch up to fourth place so quickly. You know that neither Penny nor Duchuny is a mess!

Winston said that this guy is good at braking.

Okay, I'll play against you!

Entering the No. 7 corner, the lateral centripetal force coefficient is as high as 2.8. Hunter and Chen Mobai delayed braking at the same time. At this speed, the neck of an ordinary person has been broken for a long time, but Hunter smiled at the corner of his mouth. .

Many viewers screamed, watching the two cars are about to break out of the curve side by side, but turned back at the same time as if they were broken. Hunter kept the subtle advantage of the line and entered the next curve .

Competition continues.

Hunt wasn't upset by Chen Mobai's steady overtaking, instead he was excited like a child who had discovered a new toy.

This excitement filled him with sudden inspiration. This inspiration merged with the track and into his car, creating an unimaginable explosiveness.

As the race progressed, the riders pitted.

Hunter and Chen Mobai successively went out of the station. After the battle, Hunter seemed to start the crazy mode.

After two laps, his lap speed has surpassed first place Irving.

"Suddenly, I had a wonderful feeling ..." Marcus said, but he couldn't describe it exactly.

"The Sepang circuit exists to prove him." Shen Chuan answered.

Markus froze slightly, looking at Shen Chuan aside: "It also exists to prove us."

On corners 13 and 14, this is a cleverly designed continuous right turn that will affect Hunter's speed at the next lap of the straight track.

Behind Hunter was Chen Mobai, who showed superb pursuit technology. The first corner of Chen Mobai almost surpassed Hunter, but in the second corner, Hunter quickly retreated to 2nd block in the corner, and the line was rounded to surpass Chen Mobai. , Rushed into the straight section, speeded up madly, and chased Charles in front.

Shire did not give Hunter the opportunity to perform a vacuum towing overtaking in the straight, and the two cars entered the issuing turn one after the other.

What Charr didn't expect was that Hunter's second bend in the hairpin turned out to try to overtake, but then Charles realized that Hunter's temptation was his war book.

After a lap of reincarnation, they were about to enter the right corner before Shire passed Hunt. Under the attention of everyone, Hunter cut into the water with a knife and cut it fiercely. It looked like he was about to rush into the buffer zone, but he steadily pressed the white line, a turn, and paralleled with Charles's moment After that, he went out of the corner early and opened his eyes wide and watched Hunter lead himself away.

"Hey, Shire ... I leave Chen Mobai to you." Hunter smiled with a twitch.

Two seconds later, Mr. Cacho on the media seat reacted: "This kid is too arrogant! The way he just supercharged is the same as the way he is! The difference is that Hunter is like a summary With Shire's experience in general, his execution is even more ... "

"More perfect and calmer," Audrey Wilson replied.

She really didn't expect that Hunter had grown so much compared to the last race.

By this time, Winston, standing in front of the screen, had remained motionless for more than an hour, always keeping his gaze.

As if all his thinking, all his thoughts and the enthusiasm in his heart were taken away by the car.

Beyond Shire, Hunter regained second place and started chasing Irving for six consecutive laps.

Every minute and every second is a very unusual experience for Irving, because the presence of Hunter makes him feel as if he has a new feeling for the Sepang circuit. He must use every corner and angle to do his best. Get rid of Hunt.

In the remaining laps, Hunt made a decisive pit stop in order to catch up with Irving. The entire Marcus team was like chicken blood, and Hunter set the shortest pit stop record for this race.

In the remaining dozen or so laps, Hunter went forward as if he was riding the waves.

His curved feet in different radians showed a cold cut and execution of the line, forcing Irving to almost deviate several times.

Leng Khan rushed behind Irving's back. Hunter went to Irving's surprise three times in a row, but Irving forced his position.

Over time, they entered the penultimate lap.

The contest between Hunter and Irving made the heart beat, and three consecutive turns turned side by side, and the suspension on both sides seemed to collide at any time.

"How do you think of Evan Hunt's performance?" Mr. Miller asked Winston aside.

"I'm envious of Owen. It should be me who Hunt should chase wholeheartedly."

Miller froze, because he could feel Winston's voice tight. As if the young man who was racing on the track was born Vann Winston, no one was qualified to influence his direction.

Hunt clenched the steering wheel at this point, knowing that he had fully adapted to the track.

Winston, look at me.

Be sure to look at me.

When Hunter passed the continuous curve, he used the brakes to create a time difference with Irving. Seeing that he was about to deviate from the line, even the front of the car crossed the white line, Mr. Marcus was nervous and leaned forward. The staff unexpectedly looked up, and Winston strode out to look at the track.

Winston clenched his fists. He knew that Hunter would not fail, and he would never fail!

I saw Hunter swinging his tail, turning sharply, almost sticking to Irving's side, shifting the brakes in one go, and the routing as if it had made a mistake at the moment now seemed to provide him with sufficient centripetal force. It was one-third of Irving's body, and when it was out of the corner, it completely chased it. Then it rushed into the No. 7 corner. The two started a competition. Hunter's mind was cold and warm. Just like in slow motion, every second is cut into countless frames.

He rushed out of the corner and Owen was thrown behind him!

"Aha-" Marcus jumped with his fists.

"This kid ... is not human ..." The Ferrari team followed with bursts of astonishment.

And seeing this scene with his own eyes, Winston achieved solidification and then burned violently.

In the next two laps, Hunter showed an unprecedented level of defensive driving. Irving always stuck behind him but couldn't go beyond.

The track was like boiling sea water, and Hunter led the retrograde tide, breaking through everything that drowned the world.

At that moment, the various voices from this world that were abandoned by Hunter back to his mind.

He panted, as if his chest was about to burst.

Did he win?

Winston? Did you see that? Do you envy? Are you jealous? Is it regrettable that I did not become my opponent in this race?

Have you been looking at me all the time? Just as attached to you as I am?

Hunt rubbed his chest hard, and everything was a bit unreal.

When he glanced off the track and saw the distant figure, how much he wanted to give up everything and rush into the man's arms.

"Champion! Hunter! You won another sub-champion!"

Hunter's heart is noble joy.

He didn't know how to make Winston feel his mood at the moment.

This may not be the glorious annual championship, this is only a small part of the countless games he and Winston have experienced, but it is extremely important to Hunt.

It was obtained by Hunter under Winston's gaze.

I dedicate it to you, are you as ecstatic as I am?

Too far, Hunt couldn't see the look on Winston's face.

Marcus's voice came from the radio: "Hunter! You are great! Awesome! I love you! We love you!"

Hunter's fingers shaking the steering wheel gently.

The audience was cheering, and the air was boiling.

"Can I be willful?" Hunter asked softly.

"Yes! Yes! Any way you want! Just don't rush the car into the buffer zone!"

Hunter raised his lips and suddenly clenched the steering wheel. His car suddenly spun in place, the tires rubbed fiercely against the ground, and it was on fire.

The audience was excited by the sentiment.

The world is spinning at high speed, and his joy is flying away in all directions.

Irving smiled helplessly: "Marcus is so reluctant? Let this stupid boy burn his tires!"

Shire rolled his eyes: "Damn! I lost in this boy's hand for three consecutive times!"

This time, Hunter Lala laughed brilliantly. When taking photos with Irving and Shire on the podium, Shire was still that stinking face, and Irving's hand was leaning on the back of Hunter's waist. When Hunt smiled most happily, he gave a hard blow.

"Oh!"

In the end, Hunter wrinkled and looked pained.

After the game, Hunt ran in the passage.

He rushed to the Ferrari team, and the ruthless man was talking to his fifth teammate.

"Oh! Hunter is here!"

The whole team was not surprised by the arrival of Hunter, and even the team manager Mr. Miller was not a taste.

"This kid loves to go to Ferrari so much, why not just join us?"

"Be careful Marcus sends you the bomb."

He heard Hunter's running footsteps all the way, Winston had no idea what he was talking to his teammates.

When Hunt's figure was getting closer and closer, Winston had opened his arms slightly, but he still did not expect the speed of Hunt's running, the other party seemed to drag the air of the whole world, his joy Pentium came, "bang-" for a moment, as if to knock Winston apart.

Winston took three steps back and hugged Hunt.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

Hunt's excitement was all over his face.

This is not the first time Hunt has rushed into Winston's arms, nor is it the first time Winston has held him up so high.

"I didn't know he thought he was coming to Ferrari to show off ... I really wanted to kick this kid ..." Mr. Miller said uneasily.

"How do I feel more like Winston is showing off? It seems to be saying that even if I am away, my Hunter will keep the championship."

As a reminder, Mr. Miller only realized that Winston looked up, whether it was his eyes or the smile on the corner of his lips, that was unabashed praise and joy.

Winston hugged Hunt and took a few steps forward.

Hunt was lying on his body and said excitedly: "Did you see that? Owen that bastard! He hit me! Shire lost to me again! The expression on his face was so cool!"

Winston leaned over, reached the bathroom door, and walked in.

"I won the championship! I won the championship again! Although not a championship, I seem to be getting closer to you!"

Winston hugged Hunter, turned a half circle into the compartment, and hooked the door of the compartment with his toes.

Hunter was still immersed in extreme excitement. His eyes were full of Winston's eyes, and he didn't notice where he was taken in by Winston.

He opened his mouth and didn't even know what he said, except that Winston kissed him.

The tip of his tongue could not help squeezing in, Hunter sobbed twice and was about to respond, but Winston couldn't wait to **** it.

Hunter gradually slipped in his arms, Winston slammed up, his hands were violently pinching his legs, so unstoppable cravings spread from Hunter's tongue to his fingertips by kiss .

Winston's body temperature is very high, and he can feel it through the racing suit that has not been taken off. But even then, Hunter still wanted to lean on the opponent hard.

Winston hugged Hunter, took a step back, and sat down, and Hunter was hugged directly to his lap. Winston kissed Hunter with his head on his side so as not to drag his racing gear down. Everything becomes messy and casual.

When Winston bit Hunter's chin and forced him to raise his head, leaning his back and clasping Winston's hands, he realized that it was all true.

It is true that he won the second championship. It is true that he was tightly held by Winston. This man is super obsessed with himself.

"Are you going to eat me here ..." Hunter asked hoarsely.

His fingers snapped into Winston's hair, and it seemed like he could get close to the man's mind.

Winston kissed all the way, after the tip of his tongue slipped through Hunter's throat, the star had to forcefully scrape it with his teeth and suck.

He buried his face in Hunter's arms and said dumbly, "Don't you want the treatment of the king? Am I not crazy for you?"

Hunter laughed, and he put it on Winston's ear, and said quietly, "You come."

Winston looked up and looked at him, with the intensity in his eyes as if he was going to do whatever he wanted to hold Hunter directly on the door of the compartment.

Everything was on the verge of losing control, and Hunt clasped Winston's shoulders and didn't dare to hum. Winston's fingers were more impatient than before, as if to exist to torture Hunter.

Hunter's cell phone kept ringing, starting with Mr. Marcus's phone, as well as the PR manager's and Shen Chuan's.

The sweat dripped down Hunt's hair and fell on Winston's back.

I do n’t know how long, when Hunter walked out of the cubicle, both legs were weak, and Winston was standing in front of the sink to wash his hands. He watched Hunter's sway and supported him. Arm.

"I haven't done anything yet, you're like this? That's really done, don't you even cry?"

Hunter lifted his toes and bumped into Winston's calf, where he stood motionless.

"Hey, why don't you avoid it?"

Winston turned his face sideways to take a closer look at Hunt's expression: "This is your king's treatment."

Hunt's face was about to burn.

At this time, a staff member came in, Hunt dropped his head and was about to leave, but Winston grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to his side.

"Continue at night." Winston whispered in Hunt's ear.

The place that had calmed down was almost ready to react again.

After the game media interview, Hunter could feel the respect and solemnity of the reporters who communicated with him.

Hunter was surprised that he originally thought Shir would hate himself, but did not expect that this guy was objective and fair before the media.

"Hunter's performance in this race is impeccable. And compared to drivers of this age, he has super toughness and patience. No matter if any driver is against him, unless he crosses the finish line, even 0.1 second The relaxation can be a shortfall. "Shire squeezed out of the media.

But Owen left Hunter speechless.

"You guys, the little Hunter of Marcus! He has to win! If he doesn't, Winston will surely repair him until the next race."

With a playful smile and a mean expression, Hunter really regrets why he didn't kick him out on the track.

There are reporters who are not too chaotic, and then joked and asked, "Oh? How will Winston repair Hunter?"

"Some kind of very, very intense sport that leaves traces all over the body!" Owen blinked, just when the reporters wanted to get into it, he slowly added: "Like boxing!"

The reporters came to realize that brain supplementing Irving meant that Winston would slap Hunter.

"I'll send you a boxing!" Hunt just happened to hear this, and was furious.

Hunter thought Marcus was going to give him a quick vacation and let him sleep for two days, but he didn't expect this guy to tell him that there would be an interview tomorrow, and there would be business activities the day after tomorrow, and there might be business activities the day after tomorrow. Closed his eyes and looked at him.

"Aren't you going to give me sleep? Don't you give me time to balance my hormones?"

"Balance hormones? Women only need it? You are still a good male hormone." Marcus looked at Hunter's expression as if to say "Don't mess with energy"

It wasn't until early in the morning that Hunter was able to return to the hotel room.

And his room was already full of flowers and gift boxes. But Hunter didn't even take a look, but looked for Winston everywhere.

"Winston! Winston!" Hunter called for a long time before confirming that Winston was not here.

Inexplicably frustrated, Hunter made a call to the other party, and Winston's cell phone quickly connected.

"Hello? Have you returned to the hotel?"

The voice of speaking on the phone side, Ferrari's post-match interview does not seem to be over.

"I'm back ... why did you answer my call during the interview?"

"I'll answer your call anytime." Winston's voice was soft and definitely different from the usual response to the media.

Hunt took a short walk around the room holding the phone, because such an answer made him so happy.

At this time, the cell phone faintly heard the reporter's question: "So what's your comment on the performance of your friend Hunter?"

Hunt fainted nervously.

What would Winston say? This guy is rigorous and pursues perfection. Even if he wins the championship, it does not mean that the other party has no opinion or opinion.

"Crossing the finish line from the start to the end, if I were on the track, I couldn't find a chance to surpass him."

Hunt's heart almost flew at that moment.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: I ... can I be willful?

Winston: You can live with me for a lifetime.

Hunter: Then ... then you lick me and suck.

Winston: Front or back?

Hunter: ...