Could You Not Tease Me?

"If you've never pursued me ... Well, can you do things that are called pursuit?" Hunter thought suddenly and felt a little loss, "I may already have a rich love experience now. But these possibilities Together, I certainly haven't loved you so much. Every time I see you, I feel ... ah, mom ... I can't fall in love with anyone other than this guy. I won't feel uncomfortable at all, Because you love me too. So do n’t think about who you are duel with ... because these are more suitable for me to think about. ”

Winston looked at Hunt and smiled lightly.

A few seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized something and gave the other side a hard push.

"You did it on purpose!"

"Intentionally?" Winston asked.

"Intentionally led me to confess to you!"

"Really? Did you just confess to me?" Winston's breezy expression made Hunt really want to punch each other.

"In fact, you and me are completely different from Pushkin and his wife."

"What's different?"

"Poetry is Pushkin's life. But his wife Nadalia could not understand and appreciate it at all. She only felt dull. She could not feel Pushkin's soul, so even though Pushkin felt that he fell in love with her, they could never Fall in love. "

"Ah! You and I both love Formula One and appreciate each other!"

"Hunt, poetry is above all else for Pushkin. But for me, you are everything to me, so you don't need to think about who you are dueling with."

Hunter smiled, bending his eyes.

"However, do you still care about the bunny girl party? At breakfast today, I think the smile on your face must be the bunny girl party of fantasy Russian beauties?"

Hunt froze, and he felt that life was not good.

Winston knew what he was thinking because he had no secret at all!

"It seems true."

"It doesn't matter if there is a bunny girl party or not!" Hunter quickly clarified.

"It's okay, I'll get one for you after this race is over."

Winston said, "I'll buy you a cola drink."

Hunter's feeling was immediately bad: "No ... no more! Really no!"

This is Winston's rhythm to completely disillusion his bunny girl!

That night, when Winston was showering in the bathroom, Hunter was lying on the bed texting Marcus as usual, and the phone at the bed rang.

Hunt extended his hand and took it over, and heard a gentle woman's voice.

"Hello, may I need some special services?"

"Special service?" The other party's English was a little stiff, and Hunter didn't respond for a while.

"Drink, chat, and of course stay with you all night."

Hunter finally understood what kind of call it was.

"Sorry, I already have a lover. I am with my lover."

Hunt was about to hang up, and the other party said, "Your voice is really good. I'm sorry I can't spend a good time with you."

At this time Winston came around the towel and sat down beside the bed.

He watched Hunter holding the phone saying "thank you" and then stretched his arm to put the phone back, with his back stretched, and a small waistline under his t-shirt.

Winston reached in and asked softly, "Who's calling?"

"A phone with special services!" Hunt blinked.

He squinted, Winston's fingertips were just right, and he felt comfortable.

"Really? Do you really want special service? Thank you to her."

Hunt cocked his lips, and Winston came again ...

"She said my voice is good, and I will respond politely!"

"She didn't lie at this point. Your voice is really nice-especially when I offer you special services."

Winston leaned over and was about to press on Hunter. He dropped his hand down and pulled down on Hunter's track pants.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Special service."

Hunter's body trembled, they tossed for so long on the night flight, and now they're coming again?

Hunt suspected that he would wither in his twenties.

"Don't you want it?" Winston said puzzledly in Hunter's ear.

"Yes! Of course!"

Do I dare say no?

While Hunt was groggy, I heard someone leaning against him and whispering: Your voice is the best I've ever heard.

After two days in Moscow, they headed for Sochi.

The Sochi circuit is part of the Olympic Park. It can see the mountains and the sea along the way. There are a total of nineteen turns in each lap.

This time, the Marcus team and the Mercedes team stayed in the same hotel.

When Hunt met Shire in the hotel lobby, he drew four fingers toward each other.

Charr's face changed immediately, and he pushed the sleeves up, looking like he was going forward.

The teammate next to Shire grabbed him quickly: "Hey, Shire, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you not see that gesture by Evan Hunt?"

The teammate was inexplicable: "I saw it! He didn't compare his **** to you, don't you need to be so excited?"

"He means, he will beat me for the fourth time at the Sochi circuit!"

The teammates looked blank.

Hunter, who walked into the elevator, looked at Shire's expression and laughed.

It's a pity that the Ferrari team's hotel is not here, and this is the first game of the Winston rematch, he should stay with his team.

The Sochi circuit has mixed reviews, and some media and car fans think the race is boring because there are no exciting passing spots. But drivers who have actually raced on this track know that the wide corners here can produce many interesting and unexpected results.

Hunt's initial pit stop strategy was one stop.

The media were excited because there were so many highlights in this game. First of all, what kind of results will Hunter, who won the championship in two consecutive races, get in this race? And whether Winston, who retired due to injury, can return to his game in this race. And Owen and Shire, how will they behave?

Many media people's pre-match predictions have stated that this will be a peak matchup.

Compared to the intensity of the race in Malaysia, Hunter's performance before the free practice was quite calm.

His driving is smooth and judging from the lap, his condition is also good.

When Hunter finished the free practice and everyone was about to leave for the hotel, Hunter saw that Winston was talking to someone very intently at the track.

That person was not a Ferrari staff member or a Winston teammate, but Chen Mobai of the Lotus team.

This oriental man has a calm and lazy temperament, especially when he talks by sponsoring billboards, and has a pleasing temperament.

What really surprised Hunter was Winston's reaction. He nodded occasionally and even expressed his opinion without hesitation.

Hunt felt strange. When did Winston and Chen Mobai know each other?

By the way, Winston was very optimistic about Chen Mobai before, and in the Malaysian race, he reminded himself to pay attention to Chen Mobai who played for Enzo.

If it was Chen Mobai's first game in Formula 1, how did Winston know the strength of the opponent?

Countless questions flashed through Hunt's mind.

The Oriental man across the track seemed to feel Hunter's gaze, his eyebrows raised slightly, and there was an indescribable meaning in his smile.

Provocation, this is definitely provocation!

Most importantly, when Chen Mobai turned his face to continue chatting with Winston, Winston's attention was completely drawn away, and Hunter stood opposite them without notice.

This caused Hunter's inexplicable upset.

At night, Hunter was lying on the bed playing games as usual, but he upgraded from a mobile phone to a tablet.

When Winston walked into the room, Hunter was still lying there, not looking up at him.

Winston took off his jacket and walked to the bed.

When Hunter felt the shadows covered, he leaned over and tilted the tablet aside.

Winston didn't say a word, lying directly on the side of Hunter, rubbing his cheek with his fingers.

"what happened?"

Hunt didn't speak.

"In your temperament, if I don't continue to ask you, you will be condemned to death. Why not just tell me, what are you angry with?"

As Winston said, Hunt felt a little ridiculous again. Winston has the right to make friends. Of course, he can talk to other drivers and exchange experiences.

But ... Hunter always felt that Winston was not the same as Chen Mobai, and seemed to be more concerned and more respectful than others.

"Nothing, let's sleep. There will be qualifying tomorrow."

Hunt felt that he should be generous.

"Hunt, if you don't tell the truth, tomorrow's qualifying may not be available."

Winston's fingers hooked the back of Hunter's track pants, which is self-evident.

Hunter immediately held his side and held his opponent's hand, and then he found Winston looking at him very seriously.

"I ... I saw you talking to Chen Mobai from Lotus in the team today. And I spoke for a long time." Hunt replied.

"So?"

Winston asked softly.

So ... it was nothing!

"I looked at you for a long time, and you didn't look at me. Then that Chen Mobai saw me, and raised a smile at me again, like this."

Hunt pulled his corner of his mouth at Winston, and his left eyebrow was weird and twisted.

Winston lowered his head and grinned against Hunter's neck.

"Why are you laughing?"

It's just laughing at me naive!

"I'm laughing at myself," Winston replied.

"What's laughing?" Hunt asked puzzledly.

"When I was in Dubai, I didn't know who you were texting with. I was uncomfortable for a long time." Winston raised his hand and fiddled with Hunt's hair.

"What?" Hunt snapped for three seconds before suddenly remembering Winston at that time very seriously asking if he was in love.

"I've missed you for a long time." Winston's hand slowly walked down the back of Hunter's neck. "You can't see it, do you still expect you to see that I'm not satisfied with who you've been texting with? ? "

Hunt snorted softly.

"At that time I was jealous of Owen, and even thought about kicking him out on the track. But he was of a high level and didn't give me a chance. Now you are not satisfied with Chen Mobai, not like I am dissatisfied with Owen? You think you are naive, so I And very naive. "

Hearing this, Hunt was embarrassed.

"But I don't mind if you don't like Chen Mobai, it's best to hate him for being so annoying as to drive him off the track." Winston said in Hunter's ear.

"Why?" Hunt sat up with a puzzled expression.

Winston propped his upper body with one hand and kissed him slightly on the lips. It seemed that he was afraid he would wipe the gun and go out of flames, so he was not too happy.

"You haven't said why!" Hunter said earnestly, dragging Winston's collar.

Winston smiled, "You never believed what I told you about my life."

"Although I don't believe it, I like to listen." Hunt said, half-upwardly.

"I lost you in my last life. Irving and Shire have retreated one after another. Only Chen Mobai is my enemy."

Hunt saw deep loneliness in Winston's eyes.

It's like the world is big, enthusiastic and unrestrained, but only Winston's heart is cold.

"Now he has too much hesitation and anxiety, but he still has many technical advantages that we should learn from. Good opponents can let us grow, learn what he is good at, and in turn become a weapon to defeat him. Don't you find it interesting? "

"He really has great skills?" Hunt said with an incredible expression, and then said with great earnestness, "If so, I will return all the great things!"

Winston's smile was even more pronounced as he vowed. "

"Oh ... Also, he was the first guy to tell me to be happy in time."

"What?" Hunter looked round.

Winston turned his face and kissed Hunter's lips. "Thank you for reminding me, I decided to play in time in the future."

Just the qualifying the next day, Hunt found the atmosphere a bit strange.

For example, when he met Donald in the passage, the guy smiled brightly and awkwardly at himself.

"What's wrong? Is it that you Sauber will have a pool party in t-shirts after the game?"

"The pool party is nothing more ..." Sauber waved and left.

Then in the bathroom, Hunter met Owen again. The guy was still under-pumping. Hunter was standing and letting water out. This guy even looked up and said, "Ah! Little Hunter is pretty cute!"

Hunter was going to stop with his hands at once, but he was putting water on it and couldn't stop it.

"You ... what are you doing!"

"Why did I forget, only Winston can see!" Irving laughed away and said, "Ah ... I have forgotten, I didn't expect your hobby so ... no style."

No style? What has no style?

Hunt continued to look round.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he met Shire again.

The other side glanced at him, full of the contempt feeling of Wang, making Hunt want to hold back the impulse harder than when he had four fingers ... because Charles looked angry enough, Hunt didn't want to He was beaten before the game.

As if vaguely remembered a few years ago, it was probably the ex-ex-wife and the driver of a small team that Shire was really good at. Shire really tried to knock people out before the race, but it took Mercedes a lot of effort to solve it.

Hunt didn't want to follow in the footsteps of others.

"I won't make you proud! I won't twist you!"

"Ah?" Hunt circled again.

What are you doing to me? I don't want to watch at all!

Passing by a beverage machine, I just met Chen Mobai of Lotus.

He was turning around holding a bottle of drink, again with a smile like that.

This is the first time that Hunter has seen the Oriental man at such a close distance, and his laziness reveals a sense of strength.

"Hey, Hunt."

"What's the matter?" Hunt stopped and looked at each other.

"Who do you think will be the champion of this race?"

Surprisingly, Chen Mobai's English is very standard. It is not slow but has a calm taste.

"I am." Hunter remembered what Winston had said, and he had to make Chen Mobai suffer at this race.

Chen Mobai smiled: "Oh, wait and see."

Hunter didn't talk to the other side, and turned to leave.

The qualifying for this station kicked off in Hunt's consciously weird atmosphere, although Marcus and the technical officers felt normal.

In the first quarter, Hunt felt boiling competitiveness. Every driver seemed to hold his breath, and Hunt even suspected that it was not qualifying but the final lap.

Hunter is only fifth after qualifying in this quarter, and Charles is temporarily in first place.

The second round was still murderous, and Hunter gradually realized that everyone seemed to be based on Winston and wanted to surpass him, even Donald was struggling. However, Winston has always been stable, and the lap speed is guaranteed to be in the top three. Hunt dropped Chen Mobai from fifth place and came to fourth place.

There was still no breathing room for qualifying in the last quarter. Even the commentators said that this station's qualifying match was very powerful and the ranking was unpredictable. Seeing that Winston fell to third in the fifteen minutes, but in the last few minutes, he exerted too much pressure, pressing Irving and Shire to take pole position.

Shire ranked second, Hunter was third, followed by Irving and Chen Mobai.

The race will begin three hours later, and Hunt is looking for a place to smoke a cigarette. Who knows when he heard Charles and Irving don't know what was being said.

"Damn, how can you get Winston in pole position!" It was Shire, and his voice sounded as if to be mad.

"Well ... didn't you get the pole position?" Owen's voice was still lazy.

"Can it be the same? I tried my best!"

"I've tried my best too! It's up to you to chase Winston!" Irving patted Charles on the shoulder and said solemnly.

"Are you not worried at all?"

"What's to worry about? If you lose, you don't have to sacrifice yourself! It's also a very novel experience!" Owen answered.

Hunt tilted his head, always thinking that something was known to everyone but only he didn't.

As soon as Owen looked back, he saw Hunter and waved with a smile: "Hey, little Hunter!"

When Charles saw Hunter, all expressions were closed, and he hummed softly.

"Ignore him, he's just so unfriendly."

Hunter knew that anything that came out of Irving's mouth must be a lie, so he chose to continue to find a place to smoke.

But when he came to a corner, he found that Winston was sitting there.

He supported the stairs with both hands and leaned his head slightly, as if imagining every turn of the Sochi circuit.

Hunter quietly came to sit next to him, turned his face to look at him quietly. I don't know why, looking at his side, Hunter felt quiet and strong inside.

"You're going to look at me like this and do nothing?" Winston asked with his eyes closed.

Hunter smiled, felt his cigarette, and slammed the other side with his elbow: "Sponsor a lighter."

"Don't you say that kissing will be used instead of cigarettes in the future?" Winston asked softly.

Hunter showed a smile, stood up, came to the other side of the body, turned his face to the side, and gently touched each other's lips.

"that's it?"

"That's what you said. This will make you think of me on the track, run to the finish line, and you can reach me earlier if you finish the race earlier." Hunter said with a narrow smile.

The other stretched his hands around his waist and didn't say too hard, "OK."

"Are you nervous?" Hunter asked, leaning his chin lightly on the top of the other's head.

Although nervous or something is not Winston's style.

"Because this time I must win the championship." Winston answered with a smile.

"Oh ... I think Irving and Shire are also under pressure."

"I won't win them, but you."

After Winston's words, Hunt's heart was hit.

Yes, it's finally time for him to win against Winston.

The force extending from the heart seemed to break through his fingertips and go in all directions.

Sochi's race started, and the drivers were all on their own. Hunter looked at the red Ferrari in front and beat his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Hunt, you're in a good mood!" Marcus' voice came from the radio, with a hint of ridicule, as if he had not been nervous enough to suffer from myocardial infarction, which made Hunt regret.

"Because Winston has rematched!" Hunt's voice was full of excitement.

Markus reluctantly looked to the side of Shen Chuan and said, "Doesn't Winston's rematch mean a lower probability of winning the championship?"

Shen Chuan smiled slightly: "To Hunter now, the track is more like an amusement park. Good opponents can make him more fun and happy."

Marcus shook his head with a smile.

The start of the Sochi circuit was a tense atmosphere. For the first time, the media who thought the track was too calm changed.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Your voice is good.

Hunter: Really?

Winston: It was different when I kissed you and when I went in.

Hunter: ...