Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 8: Ferrari doesn't deserve you

Hunter leaned over his face unhurriedly and saw Winston in a racing suit.

"Your practice session is over?"

"The first practice round is over. There is a second round starting at half past two." Winston half-opened his eyes, raised his chin, and looked at Hunt's inter-node cigarette.

"Bring yourself a little ... wait, do you smoke?"

"not much."

"I don't even dream of you smoking like this."

"You can see it now."

Hunt was squatting by the road, and Winston was sitting beside him.

Bitch and aristocracy-this is the idea that emerged from Hunt's mind.

"I only have a cigarette." Hunt squinted at each other.

It stands to reason that Winston is willing to be friends with him and he should be flattered and give everything.

But for Hunter, regardless of whether the other party is a genius or because he is a wastewood, "friends" have no status. He is equal in front of Winston. He doesn't stick his face.

"So you've already smoked half, I'll just say one."

Winston's voice was still cool, and there was no extra expression on his face.

It seems to be saying, "I don't want your whole cigarette, it is already the greatest grace to you."

What a pity!

However, apart from girls, good things should be shared among friends. Although cigarettes are definitely not a good thing.

"Okay, take a breath."

Hunter turned around, holding his cigarette with his index finger and thumb, and turned towards the other side.

He originally thought that the other party would take off his racing gloves and reach for it, but he did not expect Winston's hand was still on his side, but he leaned down in the direction of Hunt and turned his face sideways.

At that moment, Hunt had the illusion that the other party was about to kiss.

His lips were slightly lifted, holding a cigarette, and Hunter's fingertips seemed to be covered by the other.

The tip of his tongue thrust a cigarette, and the subtle power passed to Hunter's fingertips.

Suddenly, Hunter nearly dropped the cigarette.

He really just took a breath and the smoke ring he exhaled had an extremely gentle gesture.

As a man ... Hunt must also admit that this man is sexy.

"Are you familiar with the Kils Villeneuve circuit?" Winston asked.

"I've imagined it in my mind countless times, and it's been simulated on the simulator. Have you participated in the three-year Grand Prix? So this runway should have run three times? I don't have the experience you have." .

"Then close your eyes now and imagine that you stop at the starting point of the race at Kils Villeneuve."

"Ah?" Hunt just wanted to express his doubts, and Winston's cold eyes glanced over. The feeling of being able to control people without a word was very bad.

But Hunter closed his eyes subconsciously.

No way, this guy has a game for a while, and he doesn't follow him. In case it affects his mood, can he blame him?

"The lap length of this track is about 4.4 kilometers. A total of 70 laps. If you want to get the top eight points, my suggestion is to adopt a two-stop strategy, and three stops is a waste of time for you. .If you can maintain the ranking of about twelve in the first fifteen laps, then perform a stop on the twentieth. Wait until the forty laps you can break into the top ten, on the fiftieth lap The second stop was performed before. The goal is to get eighth to sixth. "

Winston's voice had a sense of determination in his voice.

Hunt was about to open his eyes and say, but Winston stretched his arms and covered his eyes.

"I didn't tell you to open your eyes."

"Okay, okay!" Hunt raised his hands and surrendered.

"The first curve at the beginning of the track, decelerate through the second gear, and then decelerate through the hairpin. This position is the key to killing the siege. If you can stand out, everything is possible. Speed ​​up before entering the third curve. , Then decelerate after cornering. This position is a treasure for overtaking. If you are confident, you can compete with the driver in front of you wheel-to-wheel. Be careful not to hit the side wings. "

Hunter's ears seemed to sound the engine sound of the sky, the wind was whistling, his thoughts were running wild.

"Now that you have accelerated through Turns 4 and 5, the next step is the challenge. This is a very urgent left turn. You need to reduce the previous high speed to below 85."

Hunt's vision became clearer and clearer, and Winston's voice both made him sober and started his endless imagination.

"Exit the straight line after the hairpin turn, the speed can exceed three hundred and one. This is a critical overtaking section. No matter who your opponent is in front of you, you will take his position."

"Winston! Oh my! You are here!" Assistant Annie said, "the second round of free practice is about to begin!"

"Um." He stood up.

Hunt followed.

"I want to take another breath." Winston tilted in the direction of Hunt.

His eyes were close to himself, seemingly quiet and calm but brewing a silent wave.

The Hunter spooked his cigarette and brought it to Winston's lips. He saw the tip of his tongue clearly and felt the slight intensity when he smoked.

"Thank you," Hunt said to Winston's back.

Thank you for letting me experience the feeling of driving a car on the Kils Villeneuve track for the first time.

After the third practice session, Hunter followed the team back to the hotel.

The team started technical meetings, focusing on Tracy McGrady and Luke.

Hunter only felt yawn after listening to these. As soon as he closed his eyes, what he remembered repeatedly in his mind was Winston's track analysis.

I really want to try it ...

As the thought passed Hunter's mind, he froze slightly.

He used to love the feeling of driving a car. At the go-kart race, he felt that every race was fresh ... so many Formula Renault and go-kart racers are eager to enter Formula One, including themselves.

But why did you not have a little desire to win until you really came in?

"Hunt! Hunt, what are you thinking?" The chief technology officer looked over, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He is probably a problem child for the whole team. The three team races failed to execute the team's strategy perfectly, and McGrady, who was involved, was blocked by Duchuny from the top eight.

"He was wondering if he could go back and drive a go-kart after he was swept out by the team!" McGrady looked at him with an undisguised look.

"Well—Maddie, are you secretly in love with me?" Hunter asked with eyes widened.

"I have a crush on you? You are sick!"

"Then how else do you know what I think?"

McGrady rolled his eyes, and he found it useless to humiliate this guy, because his skin was too thick.

Mr. Marcus shook his head and sighed.

Teammate Luke patted Hunter's shoulder and comforted: "Don't do that, maybe you're going to play next game?"

"Thanks. Don't curse yourself."

Unless Luke's ranking is behind the 15th, the team is not expected to replace him.

Qualifying is about to begin. The entire team is busy and nervous. Only Hunter is holding his cell phone and playing with fun.

Maybe he really has to think about what he should do if he quits F1. He hasn't scored any points and no team can sign him. Even if you go back to the go-kart race, it is estimated that those who ridicule themselves will be more ugly than McGrady.

It ’s just ... Is this true?

But what about unwillingness? No one would expect anything from him anyway.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. Hunter took a small step backward, but the other side was as stable as Tarzan, without shaking.

The phone dropped, and the other party responded quickly. Hunter easily caught the phone.

"Are you still playing this?"

"Ah?" As soon as Hunter looked up, he looked at the pair of quiet eyes.

It's Winston.

"Yeah, this is fun." Hunter smiled and retracted the phone.

"You have a lot of affection for many things."

"what?"

"You can play this game for five years."

"Ah? How do you know?"

On the contrary, Hunt felt like he had a three-minute passion for everything.

But Winston didn't plan to continue talking about consumerism.

"In the qualifying for a while, don't care too much about the number of sets left in the tires, and try to get ahead." Winston said.

"You ... should you know? I didn't participate in the practice. The drivers sent by our team at this race were McGrady and Luke ..."

"Hunt, do you want to quit F1?" Winston asked.

Hunt paused, then shrugged his shoulders and said in an indifferent tone: "Otherwise? I didn't make it to the top twelve races in three races. After the race, the team should focus on Luke I will not have a chance. After this year, Marcus will not renew my contract, and no other team will ask me. Can you convince the Ferrari team to sign me? "

"Ferrari doesn't deserve you," Winston said.

Hunt looked into his eyes, seemingly unemotional, but brewing too much, unpredictably deep.

He didn't understand why there were so many meaningful things in the world, and why Winston could look at himself with such eyes.

"So ... what deserves me?" Hunt smiled and punched Winston with his fist. "Okay, okay, I know we just became friends a few days ago, and you think ... you will lose me , But rest assured, as long as you are on the track for a day, I will cheer for you in my heart. "

"You will have the best team. Including the best power unit design team and suspension system engineer, know your strategic analyst. That is the team that matches you."

Obviously, what he said was comfort, but Hunt felt that such an incredible and incredible team was close at hand.

"Thank you."

Just then, Mr. Marcus' shout came from behind Hunter: "Hunter-Hunter! Where did you guys go?"

"Ah?" Hunter turned around.

Markus had an anxious look on his face, and he frowned slightly when he saw Winston behind Hunt.

Winston just nodded slightly, even if he had said hello.

"You prepare it for me! Go to qualifying now!"

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: My favorite is to get a cigarette before the game, refreshing! How about you

Winston: I like to hold you afterwards and smoke a cigarette with you.

Hunter: Ah?

Winston: But I guess you can't wake up.

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