Chapter 6: You can be my friend first

"What? Our team manager also said that I wasn't tight enough!" Hunter shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you know the slingshot? No matter how tight it is, it's meaningless to refuse to let go."
Winston opened the door and came to Hunter's side.
"You're waiting for me here. I'll turn on the test drive lights."
"Hey, you're not afraid I'll drive away your Ferrari."
"Then you take it." Winston walked to the control room, shaking his hands indifferently.
"Ah ... why forgot ... At this guy's value, a Ferrari sports car probably looks like a children's remote control car?"
Wait, he was originally a Ferrari team, maybe this car doesn't need money at all.
Thinking about it, Hunt's heart started to be sour again.
"Oh, oh, it's unhealthy to be with such a person, affecting the pH balance of the body."
Only the sound of "Kara" was heard from far away, and the original dark test lanes became bright instantly.
Hunter subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand and turned his face to the side. Someone came to him and blocked the light for him.
"Winston ..."
"You come."
"what?"
"Don't worry about anything, drive until it bursts."
"Drive to the tank? This is your car!" Hunt looked at him with wide eyes.
"Yes, this is my car. So you don't have to be reluctant."
Hunt looked into Winston's eyes, trying to find this guy's "cold humor".
But he is serious.
At that moment, Hunter was excited.
You say "don't be reluctant". But don't let me get scrapped and show regret again.
Hunt got into the driver's seat, and Winston came to the position of co-pilot, and when the seatbelt was fastened, the sports car spurted out.
Although the supercar is not as difficult to control as the F1 car, the throttle and gear control for the purpose of breaking the limit makes Hunter's heart full of pleasure.
Rushing through the curves one after another, getting faster and faster, as if the oncoming wind formed a huge wall, hit, but was thrown back to his head.
The runway and the wheels were almost burning, and Hunt felt that he was looking forward to the moment of breaking the limit.
I only heard a bang—it was the sound of a split soul. The sports car swung to the side, the speed dropped sharply, and it stopped.
Hunt's hand still held the steering wheel, and it didn't seem to wake up from the speed.
Winston next to him remained silent.
"... seems to be smoking?" Hunt looked at each other.
"Ok."
Under the bright light, Winston's face was like a cold cliff, and Hunter had no idea what he was thinking.
"It really broke ..."
"I see it."
"I can lose you ..." Although his annual salary is not as good as Winston's, his Ferrari should ... still pay for it.
"No. I was thinking, we need to call a car to pick us up to the city."
"Oh. What about this Ferrari?"
"Just leave it to the people here."
"You don't have to drive?"
"I have three more." Winston calmly took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.
Hunter blinked and blurted out, "So how big should your garage be!"
Winston has reached out to his assistant and the other party is coming.
He lowered his phone and looked at Hunt with his chin.
"Do you want to see it?"
"Okay!"
A row of Ferraris, how spectacular!
"Go in, I shouldn't let you out."
"what?"
"Do you know what's wrong with your Formula 1 race?"
Hunter looked at the other person's eyes. His eyes were quiet but far-reaching, as if extending through Hunter to another wider space.
"Let the tight spring loose ..."
"Yes. Remember today's feelings, everything on the track."
Hunter looked at Winston in confusion, squinting, and looking carefully from all angles.
After almost a minute, Hunter couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"Ok?"
"You called my name in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, otherwise ... I would be stunned by McGrady and my parents would not recognize me."
"I heard that you were still jailed later. But it's more dead than death."
"I have more than death! I have more than death!"
"Is not it?"
Winston asked coldly, and then Hunter remembered what he had done ... as if ... it was indeed dead.
"Well, put that one aside in advance. You also bought my baseball cap at a charity auction."
"That was left to you by your father. Even if you don't like it, you don't want people who get it to treat it as trash."
Hunter froze. "How do you ... know that it was given to me by my father?"
"My guess."
"You guessed it?" Hunt looked, "Are you stupid?"
"Well." Winston's expression "was like this".
"Okay ... what about now? No one cares about my performance and points in F1. I know very well that most people in this world like to see others worse than themselves. So most drivers should be more willing I'll give them the bottom. So what about you? You know where my problem is ... and he didn't hesitate to use my Ferrari to teach me, why? "Hunter looked at each other with incomprehensible eyes.
Could you tell the truth.
Otherwise I won't sleep.
"First, you are the only opponent who can surpass me on the track in the future."
Hunt looked at each other: how is this possible! You are destined to fall in love with Charles of the Mercedes-Benz "Great White Shark". Don't drag me into the water!
"Second, I want to bubble you."
This joke is so cold ... if it is true, I will quit F1.
"Third, I want to be your friend. Which one do you think is true?"
Hunt's nervous nerves slowly relaxed, and when he reacted to something, his heart rose inexplicably to a subtle sense of superiority.
For a long time, I bought his baseball cap, took him to drag racing, and looked like he was scared to stutter on the road ... Is it all to attract his attention? It's too speechless!
"Third, you want to be friends with me!"
There was a big smile on Hunt's face.
"No, except for the third point, everything is true."
"Thank you, don't continue to talk nonsense!" Hunt looked at the other with a crooked head, and felt that Winston was so cute to get close to himself, "You want to be my friend! I can Understand! It ’s a sad thing to be too good to be alone. But why do n’t you make friends with Great White Shark? You are one class! Ah, I see, you are brilliant with genius like you People, with waste wood like me, can return to the world from the altar! "
Hunt unfolded a rich imagination.
Winston turned his face to the side, looking colder than before.
"I want more than just being your friend."
"..." Hunt looked at each other, frowning for a long time, not sure, "not just being my friend ... that is, wanting to be my good friend?"
Sure enough ... the genius' nerves are different from normal people? In order to deepen the impression and quickly rise from the level of "friends" to "good friends", Vann Winston can be considered a fight?
"Well, if I said that I really did the above for you, you should be fart away and run away, and then you will die."
"Huh?" Hunt's brows were going to crack.
What fart is urine? What does it mean to die?
Still trouble you not to say such words with this expression!
"So you can be a friend first."
Winston's expression was cold, and he clearly made Hunt feel unhappy.
After two seconds of quietness, Hunter laughed suddenly, covering his stomach: "I said ... well, I have to be your friend, you don't want to at all. I understand, you just don't want me to Too bad for a racer's life, so pull me aback! "
You are Vann Winston, I let you do it!
I beg you to be my friend!
"Your life cannot fail. In the near future, you will be an outstanding driver." Winston said.
Although this comfort sounded like a box full of candy, except that all the candy belonged to someone else, but at that moment, Hunter was grateful.
"It's a pity that I won't play in the next race in Canada. After three consecutive races, my ranking is after fifteenth. Mr. Marcus is considering asking Luke to replace me."
It wasn't that sad for Hunt to have missed the standings, he didn't have points anyway.
But at this moment, he suddenly regretted it.
Probably because this sports car didn't die well.
"Ready to play at any time. In the next race, you will get your first points."
Hunt lowered his head and smiled. "This unrealistic way of comfort is unlike you. But thank you."
"If you think I have comforted you, may I bubble you?"
Winston's expression was serious.
His eyes, the deepest thing in his eyes, made Hunt feel serious.
But Hunter still couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Soak your head! You still go back and get Oreo to make milk! You crappy way, still want to make friends? Fortunately, I met Hunter, otherwise this good-looking face would have been stung into a pig's head! "
It's the most ridiculous thing Hunter has ever heard to make himself or anything.
This guy Winston has only seen himself a few times!
Okay, okay, since you really want to make friends, explain that you must have something that the Gaolian male recognized.
Hunter decided to get a "normal" start between himself and Winston, compared to the beginnings of hanging girls.
"Hey, hello, my name is Evan Hunt. Thank you for trying to be a friend with me. In the future, there will be good cars to drive together, smoke and smoke together, and when I am twenty-one, I can drink together. But the girl definitely Can't soak together. "
Hunt held out his hand to Winston.
Anyway, whether it's a sports car, a cigarette or a fine wine, Winston is definitely better than himself. Share with him, and he will never lose.
Maybe girl too?
Hunter a little regrets the last sentence he said, and a girl asked you to give it to me.
Winston didn't answer, but still held Hunter's hand.
Let's just say, this guy is engaged in so many things, he just wants to be friends with himself!
"No matter how strong a team is, how many people are behind a driver are working hard, but once on the track, every decision to make every turn and accelerate is only us. I know, you are actually lonely." Hunt Smiling at each other.
Winston didn't respond, but looked into his eyes.
This pleased Hunt.
Because he knew at least that the other party was listening to him seriously.
"Because, me too."
Even if I'm not as outstanding as you.
At this time a helpless voice came.
"Oh-my Winston! What did you do? Was it to destroy your sports car in the middle of the night?"
It was a forty-year-old woman who was slightly fortunate near the age of forty. The curls on her hair had not been removed, but she was hurried from her home.
"This is ..." The woman came to Hunt and squinted.
"I'm Evan Hunt ... Marcus' driver." Hunt glanced at Winston with uncertainty.
"How did you get here?"
Hunt thought about it for a moment and didn't know how to answer the question.
"I brought him here," Winston replied.
"Why are you?"
Winston ignored the assistant's doubts directly, but looked at Hunter: "Let's go, we'll take you home."
"Ah, oh."
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
懵 Circle assistant: Oh my god! You took him to Ferrari's test track!
Winston: Because I want to go to him.
Collapsed assistant: But you also can't let him open your Ferrari!
Winston: Because I want to go to him.
Puzzling assistant: Then don't call me in the middle of the night. Such a large test lane is quiet and lighted.
Winston: Because I don't only want to go to him once.
Enlightened assistant: Oh! So you say let him be a friend, and you want to be ashamed at any time, any place, poor Hunter has to endure in order to maintain the reason that does not exist! After he gets used to you, you can do whatever you want!
A few days later, the unrelenting Hunter was clasped in his chest: My best friend beat me up every day, I thought it was his perverted hobby, I never discriminated against my friend's hobby ... but I never thought he really wanted Come on me!