Chapter 11: I'll wait for you in the next corner

"Oh, the Marcus team is choking?"
"What's wrong? Stammed?" McGrady looked at Hunt with a crooked head.
Suddenly, Hunter made a step, and fisted up to hit McGrady's face.
"Oh ..." the people around exclaimed.
Marcus wanted to grab Hunt, but he moved too fast.
Hunt just wanted to smash McGrady's face, but there was a force holding his waist and fishing him back.
He leaned back and bumped into someone.
He wanted to break free of the other party, but the hand ... or the strength of the embrace was so strong that he could be trapped firmly and unable to move.
A racer's physical fitness is very powerful, he can't hold Hunter tightly and can't move, there are not many on the scene.
But Hunter desperately wanted to come forward, he bit his teeth and hated himself.
In the bathroom before, it was obvious that Maddie could insult him regardless of how he insulted him, but the tighter he was holding his own arms behind him, the more shame he felt.
As if you have become the weak and need to be attached to the strong.
This is not the case, it has never been the case.
He never thought of using any hint of Winston's power.
Even though they are completely different drivers in Formula One, Hunt thinks his mind is at least independent and is on an equal footing with Winston.
But when McGrady was in front of so many people, and when Winston uttered those words, everything changed.
"You ..." Hunt's vocal cords were about to break, but there was no way to speak well.
Just one sentence, let him scold.
A piece of warmness clung to Hunter's cheek, and Winston's breath passed by his ears, as if to enter his brain by hearing, intertwined with his thoughts.
"Don't be nervous, Hunt ... I'm here, relax."
The voice was too soft, as if lowering all figures, not caring about all eyes, just to tell him.
"All to me, to me ..."
Winston's cheek pressed against Hunter at a slight angle, and his breath fell on the corner of his lips.
"Why, even Vann Winston can't save you now? Stuttering?" McGrady laughed ironically.
The next second, he felt that his body was pierced violently, nailed hard in the marble wall behind him, and his throat seemed to be tightened like an illusion.
"Just one more word, I'll knock your head down and put it in the toilet."
The extremely cold voice sounded, and Winston's side face was still firmly against Hunter's forehead, but his raised eyes were boiling.
The entire hotel lobby fell into silence.
Several reporters with job cards were on the spot.
Marcus was dumbfounded.
McGrady opened his eyes wide, and he felt he had heard it wrong.
No one has ever heard Vann Winston's swear words, but of course this is not swear words.
Although he was unsmiling, he has always been polite. When he first debuted, he also faced a lot of criticisms. He had always used an indifferent attitude to make the attacker feel the contempt falling from a high place.
Hunt, immersed in anger, did not respond to what Winston had just said. He tried to break out of Winston's puppet, struggling to raise his leg to poke the other side, his eyes were sore. He knew he was useless, and that feeling of powerlessness and out of control struck again many years ago, and his tears were falling so anxious.
"you you……"
What the is there besides spraying dung!
Still speechless, the muscles in Hunter's body were strained.
But Winston took him back with just one hand, and his other hand clasped Hunt's head and pressed himself.
"What do you do besides spraying feces?"
Winston's chin was raised, it was an absolute contempt.
The media once again expressed surprise, and Sauber driver Donald, accustomed to the strong waves, couldn't help but whistle.
"You can continue to get out of control. I will kiss you in front of everyone until you can say the whole thing to me."
Unlike the soothing softness just now, what Winston covered in Hunter's ears had an absolute degree of repression, and put the thoughts that rushed around in Hunter's mind could not be recovered.
The heartbeat gradually stabilized, and Hunter took a deep breath and turned his face to look at the cold expression on the other side.
I will control myself.
Control myself.
But I still want to curse a word to relieve hate!
"Be careful……"
Hunt opened his mouth and said nothing before Winston said the words.
"Be careful, I tear your bird off and stuff it into your mouth."
Everyone who knew Winston at the scene showed a nearly cracked expression, and Hunt stiffened his head and turned to look at each other.
The reason for his surprise was different from everyone.
Obviously, he was "cassetteed" and didn't yell when he wanted to vent, but Winston said it all for him.
Of course, all dirty words like "fuck" were removed.
"The first three sentences are what Hunter wants to tell you."
Winston let go of foolish Hunt, clutching his pockets, and walked to McGrady.
His sight is like a river flowing straight down from a height of 10,000 meters, and the accumulated kinetic energy is enough to penetrate the planet.
Under this momentum, McGrady felt that he had been shattered.
"Now I'm going to tell you-you better pray that your ankles will never get better. Otherwise, I will send you off the track in person."
This is not a warning, Winston is capable enough.
After speaking, Winston turned around and walked towards the hotel door.
As he passed by the silly Hunt, he bowed his head slightly, raised his fingers, and knuckles brushed the eyelashes of his left eye, thus taking away the water vapor from his eyes.
The heartbeat, which had recovered, suddenly fluctuated at that moment, and Hunter took a step back.
"What are you expecting, do you really think I'll kiss you in front of so many people?" Winston tilted his face to look at Hunter's eyes.
Even if everyone couldn't find it, Hunter could see from the bottom of this guy's eyes like a chuckling crack in the sun.
Purely as if only to make him understand alone.
Hunt opened his mouth slightly, his tongue and vocal cords were not tight, but he couldn't speak.
Winston approached his ear and said softly, "I'll wait for you in the next corner."
After speaking, he walked out of the hotel's revolving door under everyone's attention.
Two seconds later, the hotel lobby boiled.
"Oh my god! Was that really Winston just now? What he said just now feels more than what he said in a media interview all season!"
"Is he provoking McGrady of Marcus? Didn't you hear what he said? Oh my god--"
Hunter, who was still angry, was completely cold.
Is Winston on his own?
He hugged himself tightly, as if protecting him and comforting him.
He knew he would be speechless if he was emotional, so he would say things he could never say for him ... but why did he know what he was going to say?
It's like getting into his head!
Is Winston's high-cold image dead?
Hunt looked around nervously, for fear that someone would capture or record what Winston had just said with his mobile phone.
"Ah! I forgot to take it just now! Because I was so surprised!"
"But ... don't you feel too imposing? It's almost like ... like a king!"
"This keeps us from watching every media interview!"
"Wait, he said the first three words just for Hunt! Evan Hunt of Marcus!"
The media was about to turn, and Marcus suddenly realized that he was dragging past Hunter.
"Let's go! Let's go now!"
Hunter was pulled out by Marcus, pushed into the car, and by the time he reacted, he was already on the track.
The entire team was in a tight state and the mechanics were making the final adjustments.
When all the vacated thoughts receded, the sound of the engine awakened his brain.
In his mind was Winston's phrase "I'm waiting for you in the next corner", and his heart seemed to be hit hard.
Winston will not stay for anyone, he will only get faster and faster.
But he told Hunter that he thought Hunter would surpass himself on a bend ahead.
The race is about to begin, there is no extra time for Hunt to figure out and imagine what Winston thought at the time.
Hunter closed his eyes and laughed as he put on a fire mask.
"Hey ... what's wrong?" The mechanic looked at Hunt anxiously. Why is this guy a bit abnormal today?
"Nothing ... there is a guy who believes me blindly."
"Then tell him with this game, his trust is not blind at all."
The other side patted on Hunter's shoulder.
Alright ... I also want to know how far the tight spring is released. I can use this kinetic energy to go.
All riders are on their own.
The pole position of this race is still Shire of the Mercedes-Benz team known as the "Great White Shark".
Followed by Red Bull Irving.
The third place is Ferrari's Winston.
In this game, the top three disputes will become the biggest suspense.
"Great White Shark" Shire has dominated for two seasons, and Red Bull's Irving is also an experienced veteran. It is said that he will officially retire after this season. Outside of Irving, another pressure on the Great White Sharks to win the championship is Winston, who is only 22 years old.
This is his fourth year in Formula One. He has been ranked in the top three in the standings. Last year, he lost only two points to Shire.
This year, many media are predicting that this will be the year that Winston broke out.
The game was about to begin, and Hunt stared ahead.
He knew he was a long way from the corner Winston said, and today ... he had to get closer to it!
All five lights went out, engine sound burst into the sky, and the audience went crazy.
Hunt rushed out, knowing that countless people behind him were ready to surpass themselves.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Wow, you were so shocked when you beat me up for me! I just want to run a lap!
Winston: Then you have to run the lap, then when I really do something shocking, how many weeks will you go around the earth?
Hunter: What else can you do?
Winston: Hug you in front of the media, kiss you, force you to admit that you love me.
Hunter: ...