Chapter 9: I was stuttered as a kid

"Ha? What about Luke?"
"It's McGrady! He just stepped on the stairs and fell down! He sprained his ankle!"
Hunt was dumbfounded.
"What are you still doing? We have already applied for a driver change! Did you listen to today's technical meeting?"
"What's the use of listening? Me and McGrady are different!"
"Whether it's the same ... forget it, you'll do your best to drive it! What are you doing! Come on!" Mr. Marcus' spit was sprayed on Hunter's face.
Hunter glanced at Winston.
The expression on the other side was indifferent, which made him wonder if the guy knew that he would be replaced.
"Hunter."
Just as Hunter was leaving Marcus, Winston suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Hunter stopped and turned to ask.
"A driver is the soul of a team. Everyone exists to cooperate with you, not you to cooperate with anyone."
At that moment, Hunter remembered again the thrill of driving Winston's ultra-run to the limit.
Yes, it is better to be yourself than to let others direct you.
Marcus looked surprised.
Winston's words are few, and the word is a good example of gold.
But obviously, he said more than one sentence to Hunt just now.
Wait, what did he teach Hunter just now?
Isn't the driver cooperating with other people, but everyone is cooperating with the driver?
Such willfulness is suitable for Winston, but not for Hunt!
Hey! Don't come to teach my hunt!
Hunter glanced sympathetically as Hunter passed past Maddie, who was sitting in a chair with an angry expression on his chair.
"Shit! What are you looking at!"
Hunt shrugged. "I just want to see how badly your ankle is swollen."
"what?"
"I know you think I'm a shit. Running 16 or 7 in your car is an insult to you. But what about it? If your ankles don't swell in a week, I have to compete for you in the UK. I'm tired! "
"What—don't you go! I want to screw your head down! I'm so proud of you!"
The doctors immediately held McGrady in a mess.
Hunt shrugged his shoulders and stepped away.
"My God, I looked at this little ghost and wanted to hit him." A technician responsible for changing tires started.
"Well ... I hope his qualifying results are not too bad ..."
With the crowds boiling, qualifying is about to begin.
Well, maybe this is really my last Formula 1 race.
Obviously the practice has not been on the track here, but Hunt found himself more familiar with it than any previous track.
In his mind was Winston's voice.
The coldness of that voice made Hunter sober, and its calmness made him decisive.
I want to start from the best position.
I want to start again from the position closest to you ...
Even if this is the last time.
In the Q1 competition, Mercedes-Benz's "Great White Shark" Shire showed its advantage at the beginning and ran out of first place.
Hunter, who was absent from the practice session, was exceptionally calm, turning smoothly and without hesitation. When Hunt finished the effective lap, there was an immediate change from eighth to twelfth.
"My God ... Hunter is in tenth place! His lap is 2 seconds faster than McGrady in practice!"
"Now ... this guy is in good shape ... I hope to stay until the end of qualifying!"
The Q2 match started, and Red Bull's Irving later took the lead and led the game. But Winston always stayed between second and third with a huge one. Hunt, however, bit his opponent in the front row and climbed steadily.
"Ninth place ... is it going to rain?" Marcus blinked incredulously.
When Q3 arrived, Great White shark took the lead and regained pole position, followed by Winston and Irving. Shire once again set the fastest lap.
Hunt hovered between Calham's two drivers.
I still need to move forward ...
Compress all speeds, Hunter, release the tightened spring!
When the final round of sprints was about to end, the driver in front of Hunt ran out of control and ran out.
Driving the car back, Hunter saw Marcus staring at him with grim eyes.
"What's wrong?" Hunter exhaled.
The breath he held was finally released. No matter what he did wrong, he planned to go in with his left ear and extra in his right ear.
"How good would you have been at this level before? You jerk!"
Marcus was about to hit him, Hunt frowned.
"Where is Luke? What about his standing?"
"Tenth place."
Hunter exhaled, but did not expect that Luke was in the top ten.
"And me?"
"eight place."
"Oh." Hunt took his pockets and turned away.
After two steps, they suddenly reacted.
"I ... I also entered the top ten?"
Marcus was so angry that he was so angry that he was out of his eyes.
"Yeah! This makes me think it's good luck!"
Hunt couldn't help laughing.
In the first three races, he ranked between eighteenth and fifteenth.
This is by far his best qualifying result among all the drivers in the team.
It is a good starting position at least in the main race, and then it is necessary to perform exactly two stops.
This is also Winston's pit stop strategy.
The race will take place in the afternoon of the next day. After the whole staff returns to the hotel, a technical meeting will be held again.
When Hunter saw McGrady escorted by the team doctor, he scratched his ears.
"Studded, are you proud now? But the eighth place is not a big deal!"
"I know. There are still a lot of drivers who don't exert their strength. When they go to the race, they will pass me one by one when they go all out!" Hunter narrowed his eyes and smiled, then lowered his eyes and stared McGrady sitting in a chair, "The next time you tell me to stutter, I'll fold your ankle."
"you……"
What else did McGrady want to say, Hunter straightened up and turned away.
As he walked, he broke up in his heart.
I don't know where McGrady heard the nickname "Stutter".
He started in elementary school and stuttered whenever he was nervous. For example, answering the teacher ’s question, such as asking a little girl he likes to come home to his birthday party, his tongue is like a knot.
The nickname of "Stuttering Old" continued until his middle school.
At that time, he began to participate in kart racing one after another, and often won the championship of the youth group. The girls who originally suspected him of stuttering also became interested in him, and he slowly seemed to stop stuttering.
But once the emotion was stirred up, he would still be speechless.
The technical analysis session is over.
Hunt tossed and turned in bed, but couldn't sleep.
You know, he used to be the type of soldier who came to block the water to cover the bottom, but at this moment, as long as he closes his eyes, he can hear the sound of the engine and the hustle and bustle of the audience.
He turned on the phone and played two rounds of elimination, his heart still beating fast.
It's over. It stands to reason that a racer should be one of the athletes with the best psychological qualities.
But now my heart rate is the rhythm of flying to the sky side by side with the sun!
Look at the time again, it, it's faster!
I really want to take a breath of fresh air. The room is so boring!
Out of the hotel, Hunt, wearing a hood, carrying his pockets, walked the hotel a full circle, and then he accidentally found a familiar figure sitting on a pedestrian seat on the side of the road.
The cold light of the streetlight fell on him. Without knowing why, Hunter suddenly felt that the other party was lonely.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Hunt came to the other side with a smile and squatted down.
Winston just closed his eyes and exhaled a ring of smoke. In the smoky color, his eyebrows seemed to rotate, trying to get everything into a difficult swirl.
"I'm thinking about it alone." His voice was soft.
Hunt found that although Winston's voice had a temperament that was cold and alienated from everything, when he spoke softly, there was a sense of sorrow.
"Who do you want?" Hunter asked curiously, tilting his head.
"He's already squatting beside me." Winston's closed eyes opened slightly, as if he hadn't woke up from a dream.
"Crouch!" Hunter really wanted to push the other person off the steps. "I can't see it! If I were a girl, I would lie flat on your bed and spread my legs!"
"You can spread your legs now, too." Winston's voice was cool, and he couldn't see a joke at all.
"Go to you, I'll beat you!"
"Do you want to smoke?" Winston asked slightly, turning his face.
His voice was low, a serious expression as if he hadn't just joked with Hunter.
"Okay, come on!"
Winston's smoke must be good.
"I only have this one." Winston's fingers pinched the cigarette and reached in the direction of Hunt.
Obviously he has done this pose himself, but Winston is like an elegant gentleman who feeds cats.
There is only one, so he will take a breath!
See what exactly Winston smokes!
Hunter smiled, moved his face over, bit his cigarette holder directly, and "grabbed" the whole cigarette.
Winston didn't pinch it, but let it go.
Hunter closed her eyes and was about to enjoy, but frowned quickly.
"Hey-how come you smoke camels!"
"Then what should I smoke?"
"AmerIcAnSpIrIt?"
"Try again next time."
"Hey ... thank you."
"no need thank me?"
"If it weren't for your simulation of the Giles Villeneuve circuit in my mind, my qualifying would probably be a mess."
Hunt squinted and smoked.
I don't know why, every time as long as Winston is by his side, the cheap cigarettes become round and not suffocating.
"That kind of simulation is useless at all. Your qualifying results are due to your own strength."
"Well, to thank you, I will tell you a secret of mine ... although it is not a secret, many people know it."
"Ok."
"I was stuttered when I was a kid. I would stutter even more when I was nervous or angry. So I was often laughed at, and everyone did n’t like to play with me. They felt that they were with me, and they stumbled with it somehow . "
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: I stutter as soon as I'm nervous.
Winston: Sometimes it's fine if you stutter.
Hunter: Ah? When.
Winston: When I was with you, you called my name repeatedly.
Hunter: ...
Tip: Formula One has many races, so Hunter and Winston fly around the world.
The top eight of each race is now the top ten to earn points. The highest point in a year is the individual championship. The team's drivers get the most points, the team championship.
Formula 1 races are divided into practice-qualifying-race.
The qualifying is divided into three quarters, Q1 / Q2 / Q3. The ranking of the qualifying determines the starting order of the race, so the qualifying is also very important.
All relevant knowledge of Fat Melon comes from Baidu, and sometimes there are very large BUgs. I need a good-willed mention, but I feel that I am very amazing and it is boring to deliberately degrade. To be honest, there are talents in every professional field. It is normal to make mistakes. I am willing to make corrections. I don't like to be mocked.