Chapter 29: Bet

Two people were lying on the bed. Winston was very quiet. Hunter stood sideways and hesitated whether he would hold each other. Today, Winston told himself about the past that others absolutely do not know. Get close to him. But the two big men slept together to sleep, it's too preposterous!
"What are you thinking?" Winston's voice sounded, and on a quiet night, like a glass of water in a glass, Hunter suddenly felt dry.
"nothing much……"
Just as Hunt wanted to turn over, Winston suddenly turned to his side and hugged him.
"Sleep."
Hunt twisted and was about to move, and Winston's arm struck him even harder.
Unintentionally, Hunter hit the tip of Winston's nose.
"Ouch……"
He was about to raise his head slightly, feeling his lips soft and warm.
The heart tightened sharply, all blood sank at a rapid rate, and Hunter's body was stiff.
It's over ... It's over ...
It's one thing to smoke a cigarette and use a fork, but it's another to kiss each other!
With tears in Hunter's heart, Winston had no choice but to break his neck.
After waiting for almost half a minute, the person holding himself was motionless.
Hunter didn't dare to come out. He opened his eyes slightly. It was the first time he was so close to Winston, and he accidentally touched the tip of his nose.
"Why don't you sleep?"
Winston's voice was very light, and a soft breath passed between the lips of Hunt's lips, so close that Hunt worried that he might pinch each other's lips if he accidentally.
"I ... I'm going to sleep ..."
Face to face with you like this, I can't sleep at all!
After nearly three minutes of endurance, Hunter finally decided to gently lift Winston's hand and turned away, facing his back.
Ah ... the air is so fresh, the most important thing is not to worry about what you shouldn't get.
The arms behind him were affixed, and Hunt's back was against Winston's chest. The inexplicable breathing of the other side made Hunt feel at ease.
This sleep Hunter slept well.
I don't know when, feeling the movement around him, he frowned, opened his eyes only to find that it was already dawn.
Extending to the bedside table, Hunter touched his mobile phone. It was almost half past seven when he saw it. It was estimated that in ten minutes, he would come to get up to do adaptive training.
Looking across his face, Hunter saw Winston lift off the quilt and get ready. His hair was a bit messy and seemed lazy and casual. He held the phone in one hand and drew the hair behind his head, exposing his forehead.
The morning light on the window sill fell on the tip of Winston's nose, and his eyes dangled, like a sharp sword lying quietly in the scabbard, looking pure and enough to make people jealous.
"I'm going back."
The hair fell from Winston's fingers, his hand stretched over and rubbed the top of Hunt's head.
"Hey, I'm upset if you do this."
"What's upset?" Winston finally lowered his phone and looked over.
"It feels like you're a kid."
"You are younger than me."
Winston's fingers left between Hunt's hair and shaved on the tip of his nose.
"Ah, if I get up early, I can invite you for breakfast? I don't seem to have any gifts for your birthday ..."
Just a cake that was shaken by himself to wink in exchange for Winston's heart, Hunter feels that he has taken advantage.
Winston supported the bed with one hand, close to Hunter, and as soon as Hunter felt that the other person's eyelashes were sweeping towards him, Winston's lips slowly lifted.
"Otherwise, give me you."
Hunt's breathing stalk was in his throat, and he turned his face to the side as if to really kiss him.
There was a narrowing in his eyes, and Hunter suddenly understood that the guy was teasing himself again.
There was also the so-called "I want to soak you" before, and Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had grasped himself long before he could make these jokes all the time.
But now it's different. He remembered every sentence that Winston said to himself last night.
If Winston's heart is a world where no one can set foot, then Hunter is sure he has walked in, and maybe he has the willful and savage privilege.
That being the case, he had to pull back a city and couldn't allow Winston to be so arrogant.
He has no strengths in Evan Hunt, but when it comes to hurting each other, no one can be better than him!
Hunter lifted his chin slightly, and suddenly leaned against Winston, his hand resting on Winston's hand, showing a small proud expression: "Okay, I will give myself to you. Take it!"
I'm not afraid of you anymore, it depends on how you take the following.
"Thank you, then, I will accept you."
Between the opening and closing of Winston's lips and teeth, the warm breath kept touching Hunter and dissipated in the air.
"Receive! How are you going to accept me? Are you going to pack me to Ferrari?"
I do!
Best to give me another seventeen or eight Ferrari supercars!
Winston's face turned to the side, and his nose tipped over Hunter's nose, and as soon as Hunter nearly felt the warmth of his lips.
The heart was pinched, the blood seemed to go down by gravity, and Hunter retreated subconsciously.
Winston was getting closer, his eyes lowered and lowered, and Hunter held his breath and backed up little by little.
While Winston moved forward again, Hunter resisted the urge to turn his face, because he found that Winston's lip angle was rising higher and higher.
Hunter stepped back again, but did not expect to have reached the edge of the bed, his hands were empty, and he fell back suddenly.
Winston's eyes opened suddenly in front of him, like a cheetah in a hunt, holding the mattress with one hand, the other hand snapped Hunter's wrist, and pulled him back.
Thought that Hunter, who was about to land on the back of his head, suddenly ran into the other's arms, warm and powerful.
The back was tapped twice, and Winston's voice sounded in his ear: "Is it fun?"
The hanging heart fell back into his chest, and Hunter exhaled, "Not fun. Lose again."
"Will you play next time?"
"Don't play anymore, I'm afraid I'll really kiss you, and you'll kill me." Hunt looked stunned.
Winston chuckled, pushed Hunter away, got out of bed, wrapped the coat on the sofa smartly, and closed his hair.
"I'm gone. You play for yourself."
Do you want to be so handsome?
Looking at the back of Winston's departure, Hunt smiled sideways.
Such Winston was the only one he could see.
The sense of superiority in Hunt's mind was bursting.
At the Red Bull circuit this weekend, Marcus' drivers are Hunter and McGrady.
Before practice, McGrady was still ignorant of Hunt.
It took Hunter three seconds to think about whether he had provoked McGrady.
Three seconds later, Hunter shrugged.
Forget it, someone is born to be the villain in his life.
Hunt met Donald in the bathroom, and immediately excitedly put Donald on his shoulder: "Hey! Brother!"
Donald heard Hunter's voice, his whole body trembled, and he almost urinated back.
"I said, Hunter, can you stop making such an amazing debut, I'm older!" Donald hurriedly pulled up his pants and took Hunter's hand off his shoulder.
"What's wrong with you?" Hunt squinted at each other, always wondering that Donald was weird.
"I ... what can I have ..."
Donald was embarrassed by Hunter, and as soon as he stepped back, Hunter moved forward until he reached the innermost part of the bathroom, and Hunter suddenly reached out and pressed Donald's ear.
"You ... what do you want to do?" Donald's back was against the wall, and he looked at Hunt slightly nervously.
"What do you think I want to do? The bunny girl party is not mine, so I might as well use you as compensation."
Hunter remembered that his score was not as good as that of Winston in the morning two days ago, and he was almost forced to get out of bed. Suddenly he felt that he needed to improve a bit, so it was better to practice Donald.
Donald's eyes fluttered and he stuttered suddenly: "You ... you ... I tell you, I'm old and not delicious ..."
"How is that? I think you are very mature and attractive. It looks chewy at first sight and must be very delicious."
Hunt leaned over his face, remembering that Winston leaned closer to himself that morning, slowly approaching.
The difference was that Winston had his eyes closed, and his eyes were wide open, trying to see Donald's embarrassed expression clearly.
Donald immediately turned away, avoiding Hunter's face and closing his eyes, his expression was as if tortured.
"I'm not delicious ... you go to Winston! You go to him! He is definitely the best Angus steak!"
Hunt's expression changed from a grinning grin: "What am I looking for? I'm playing with you now!"
I can't fight him again, only by him!
And even if he waits again, I can't take a bite!
"So what do you want!" Donald reached out against Hunt's shoulder and left.
"Nothing, if there is a party at the end of the game, remember to call me!"
"Call you!" Donald glanced at Hunter with a disgusting look.
"Don't go! Do not pee while the old man is driving! I don't think you just drained the water just now!"
Hunter smiled awkwardly, and when he looked up, he saw a smirking man, looking at them in his pockets, not knowing how long.
"Hey, Owen!" Donald smiled awkwardly.
Hunt, who had chased Donald out and wanted to continue playing with him, stopped.
"Did I disturb you?" Owen looked at Hunt.
"Excuse me too much!" Donald looked at each other gratefully.
"You can join me, let's bully the old man together!" Hunter smiled on Donald's shoulders, admiring his reluctant expression.
Owen lowered his head, and the smile on his lips became more pronounced.
"If Donald is an old man, am I an old man?"
For Hunt, Red Bull's Irving is definitely legendary and a rare man in Formula One.
He was born in the Netherlands, with short linen hair and green eyes that made female fans crazy.
Even Hunter, if you see Irving so recently, you have to admit that this guy really has no dead ends at 360 degrees. Obviously, together with "Great White Shark" Shire, they are considered veterans of the current driver, but they seem to have eaten antiseptic The same agent, I don't know, thought he was about the same age as Winston at the age of 36.
And this person's driving technology, if Hunt just entered college, and Irving is a senior professor.
"I like to bully old men with old antiques." Hunt grinned and grinned.
Obviously he is a senior master that he should respect, but Irving makes him feel relaxed.
"Okay. If you can surpass Donald in the race, I ask you to ... bully the old man after the race."
Owen walked into the bathroom with a smile.
Donald looked at Hunter in surprise, "Are you trying to die?"
"Why? I must overtake you at this stop."
"Do you think Owen is a good guy?" Donald looked at Hunt with a sad look.
"So ... he's a bad guy?"
Hunt scratched his head and didn't feel like it!
"No ... Essentially, Irving is a good guy. He knows better than me about enjoying life, wearing the most expensive shirt, eating the most expensive steak, going to the most expensive place to watch a striptease ..."
"Wow! Really?" Hunt looked expectant.
In this case, even if he loses to anyone, he cannot lose to Donald!
"With him, life will be drunk. And don't look at him smiling and looking good at you, but he and Vann Winston are a virtue."
"What do you mean?"
"Owen laughed on his face, cold in his heart. He looks gentle to everyone, but you will find that for years, you don't know what this guy is thinking. And Winston is cold on his face, yes He who looks down on is cold. "
"It's cold anyway, then I prefer Irving! And looking at him is very pleasing!"
Hunt laughed.
"Do you find Irving pleasing?" Donald sighed. "Don't say this to Winston."
"why?"
Would Winston still be jealous of Irving's good looks?
"I'm doing it for you anyway." Donald patted Hunt's shoulder and left.
After practice, qualifying begins.
The qualifying at this station was extremely fierce and the pole position was constantly changing. At first, Shire led the way, but was overtaken by Irving in Q2, and then Irving was overtaken by Shire. In Q3, Renault's Penny passed third to Irving.
However, Winston, who has always been a rival of Shire and Irving, never made it into the top five and started in sixth place.
Hunt's final position in this race was tenth. The team is very satisfied with this.
And McGrady ranked twelve, his face has not been very good-looking.
Hunt found a place, squatted on the ground, took out the cigarette he had prepared, and hesitated to light it.
Should I send a text message to tell Winston where he is?
Why didn't he smoke with him, and he felt inexplicably guilty?
Hunter held his cigarette in his mouth, but he did not take out the lighter.
At this time, someone came to his side and sat down. The other side turned over and lit the smoke for Hunt.
"What are you thinking about? I watched you behind you for three minutes and you didn't light a cigarette." Winston's voice sounded.
"I'm waiting for you." Hunt bit his cigarette holder and turned his face to smile at him.
"is it."
"By the way, your ranking this time doesn't seem to be as good as the first few stops."
"But I can win." Winston replied.
"Well, the question is who has won? This time, Donald's guy is in front of you." Hunter's gloating expression.
"What if I beat Shire and Irving?"
"It's not impossible ... haven't you won before that they won the first place?"
"Then what if I win them for three consecutive races and win the championship?" Winston asked Hunt with his chin on his chin.
It's clear that Formula One has always been one after another. Even the top driver in the standings can't be sure that he can win the championship for three consecutive times, but Winston's expression at this time makes Hunt feel very confident.
"So what do you want?" Hunt bit his cigarette holder, deliberately tilting the cigarette upward, and the soot fell down.
"Aren't you very good at hip-hop?"
"Well, how do you know? You want me to show you hip-hop?"
"Not hip-hop."
"what is that?"
Winston leaned towards him, leaning his face to avoid Hunt's cigarette butts, and whispered softly, "Striptease."
Suddenly smoking, Hunter's coughing tears were about to fall.
"That ... where can I!"
"Oh, that's really a shame," Winston replied.
"What a pity!"
"If you can make the top five in three consecutive games, I can jump to you." Winston laughed, and he was playing with Hunt, but Hunter is very clear, as long as this guy can speak out , We can certainly do it.
"Suddenly, I have a grand goal in my life!"
Winston striptease? So shocking!
Although he hasn't seen this guy without clothes, just by looking at his eyes, he knows that Winston's figure is very good.
"Can you shoot it?" Hunt asked seriously.
Think of this guy's t-shirts selling for $ 10,000, not to mention his striptease videos!
"Yes. But if anyone other than you sees it ..." The temperature had dropped sharply in Winston's sight, and his lip angle had risen up, feeling as if he had long thought in Hunter's mind What is it, just wait to give him a wickedness, "I'll lock you in my garage and show it to me every day."
"... My determination to achieve my ambitious goals was discounted," Hunt said angrily.
"Let's go. It's not long before the start of the race."
"Hey, I seem to be approaching you on the track, it's especially difficult."
"What's wrong?" Winston turned back.
"But this time it seems a little closer. I started in 10th place and you are in 6th place. But I don't think there are many laps and you will get farther and farther from me."
Hunt shrugged.
Winston came over and suddenly approached Hunter. His forehead bumped on Hunter's forehead, whispered a "fool", and left.
Hunt looked at him, a little shy.
When exactly did he stop looking at Winston's back?
When Hunter walked back to the team, he was cursed by Marcus.
"Your boy! Look at the time! The race is about to start. You have a bad meeting with everyone. Where did you go to wander?"
"I'm nervous ..." Hunt lowered his head and whispered, "So I found a quiet place to smoke ..."
Marcus looked at Hunter's head and sighed helplessly: "What a pity to pretend ... if your kid knows the tension, our team will already have Formula One."
Hunt sighed with regret and was seen through by Marcus.
After a series of preparations, Hunt is about to leave.
Instrumentalist Mark made a final confirmation. He lowered his head and saw Hunt pouting and smiling.
"Is there anything to please you?" Mark asked curiously.
"Can you say I can make it to the top five?" Hunter raised his face, still childish innocence in his eyes.
"... I calculate ..."
Mark was thinking seriously.
"Forget it, Formula One has never been fixed. But this time ... I will be in the top five at least three times in a row."
Hunt held the steering wheel in his hands and moved his shoulders, his face full of excitement.
Mark froze and said, "Of course you can make it into the top five! Maybe you can win the championship!"
"Hahaha, the champion is too greedy!" Hunter left with a smile.
"What did the kid tell you?" Marcus looked curiously.
"Nothing ... I just think Hunter will refresh his best this time."
"I'm very satisfied with his results, as long as he doesn't do anything!"
The race started in anticipation of the audience.
Starting from the first lap, the top five drivers competed with each other.
And Winston has been following Donald in front of himself, which makes Enzo behind the Lotus team can only follow, not dare to start overtaking easily.
After more than four laps, Enzo couldn't help but tried to surpass Winston, but was blocked by the opponent's superb defensive driving and was about to lose his temper.
According to this posture, is it true that Winston said that Enzo who would block Lotus for him?
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: The grand goal of my life has risen from Bunny Girl party to striptease in Winston!
Winston: My life goals have never changed.
Hunter: What is your goal in life?
Winston: Get you there.
Hunter: ...