Chapter 23: He never talks to me nervously

Hunter's mind was broken: I feel that one day he has reached the ranks of first-class drivers. These reporters will also take his poor performance as a typical case to encourage new drivers?
He looked in the direction of the public relations manager. The public relations manager smiled and answered very old-fashionedly: "This is the first year that Hunter has entered Formula 1. How can we give him pressure? And Hunter is very sensible and motivated. His pressure is his motivation! Of course, we are fully committed to helping him, we trust him and grow with him! "
Hunt admired the public relations manager's ability to speak blindly in his heart. When has he been sensible? When will stress be used as motivation?
Alas, the other nonsense no longer pierced him, and it was not easy for the PR manager to face the media with a hundred foes.
"Hunt, most players encounter situations like yours in the race. Even if they insist on running the whole distance, they will choose to give up psychologically, but you choose to surpass. Why?"
This question has depth. But Hunt knew he couldn't tell the truth.
Because the fact is that he believed that Winston was waiting for him in the front, he could not hesitate to give up, but who would say such an answer?
Hunter looks at the public relations manager again, and the public relations manager is crazy about it in the heart: you little kid, you just need to say some proactive and exhilarating comments, you don't need to throw the pot to me!
"Hunt, please answer my question positively, your idea is not what the team can control."
The media hinted that they doubted whether the team did not want the young teenager to express his opinion. Even the poor performance of the first three races is related to the team.
The public relations manager rolled his eyes again in his heart: The boy was too lazy to fly to the sky, and was almost side by side with the sun. He just wanted to pretend that he was not good at dealing with the media, and then threw the pot over!
The PR manager's smile is almost cramping: "It's okay, Hunter. Express your thoughts and let everyone know you."
Hunt opened his mouth and seemed to be thinking. It took a long time for him to say, "I ... I'm not good at dealing with the media, because as soon as I'm nervous ... I will say bad things."
Hunter didn't care if the media called him a "stammer" like McGrady. When he answered questions in the future, he pretended to be a stammer, letting them listen to exhaustion, and would not ask him questions again!
"I ... I stuttered when I was nervous when I was young ... What my teammate McGrady told the media before ... all ... is true ... I chose a car just to enhance my self-confidence and ... And control of my emotions ... I think this time ... this time I've exceeded my limits, I'm very happy. "
Heng nodded, indicating that he was finished.
McGrady aside felt a thunderbolt. Now that the Hunter is "inspiring", the media has a good impression on him. At this time, it is "nature" to say what McGrady told the media about his stuttering before, which is completely naive. But McGrady couldn't say anything.
You can only vomit when you are so angry!
Originally thought that journalists would look at him with sympathy, but did not expect that they seemed to admire him as if he had become a successful inspirational model.
Then one of the media people applauded, and everyone else applauded.
"Hunt, say a few more words! Don't be nervous, we can wait for you to speak slowly!"
Hunter showed a grateful smile, but his heart growled: No! This is not the result I want! I don't want to talk nonsense!
The public relations manager also looked at Hunter with amazement. He couldn't tell that this guy was quite cautious, but he didn't talk. It was just a positive image when he spoke.
More and more reporters asked questions, and each one showed the expression "We respect you, as long as you speak."
Hunter really wanted to hide in the bathroom and play with his fun.
At that moment, he saw Winston among the reporters who asked questions.
The other man held his arms, leaned against the door, and looked at him sideways, with a faint smile in his eyes.
He showed too little emotion, and Hunter couldn't help looking at the other person, wondering whether the slight smile was real or his own illusion.
Why did Winston come here?
When did he come? Did you come here when you deliberately exaggerated your nervousness?
There was an inexplicable excitement at the bottom of my heart, but then I realized that I only got the eighth place in this station, and when the other party was expecting the top six, Hunter's heart cooled down.
Will Winston comfort himself?
Although this guy is indifferent to everyone, I don't know why, Hunter thinks he will always take care of his emotions.
Because Hunter stared in that direction for so long that other reporters also found out and turned around.
When they saw Winston, they all looked surprised.
One of them asked boldly: "Mr. Winston, why are you here?"
When everyone thought he would nod his head slightly and left, Winston said, "I booked a ticket for the London Eye, Hunter, should I go together tomorrow morning?"
Everyone looked at Hunter with amazement. Want to know that Winston is hardly close to anyone, even if he is a driver of the same team, what makes this budding teenager get the top rider?
Winston's voice was obviously not slow, but Hunt felt he was hit by a force.
He nodded stupidly.
"All right, see you in London at ten tomorrow morning."
Winston was about to turn around, but it seemed like he suddenly remembered something. He bent down slightly and leaned on a young reporter's microphone: "He was never nervous when talking to me."
The crowd hadn't responded yet, and Winston had straightened away.
Hunter wanted to run away quickly: hey--Oh! How could Winston dismantle his desk?
It is said that many senior reporters will be nervous when face to face with Winston, because the gas field is strong. If Hunter had no problem speaking in front of Winston, he would be nervous just to face a reporter!
The live media started asking questions wildly, many of them about Winston, and some even asked Hunter if he meant to move to Ferrari.
"I still pretend I'm not full so I should pass out ..."
Before he fell, he was stopped by Marcus and the PR manager.
Marcus whispered: "If you're not honest, we will let you have no food in the evening!"
That night, Hunter returned to the hotel and encountered Donald in the corridor.
This guy was holding the beauties again, and there were only two, and Hunt couldn't help but start a discordant imagination in his head.
"Hey! Little Hunt!" Donald greeted him.
Hunt didn't want to ignore him if he thought he might have passed this guy if he didn't have a flat tire.
And "Little Hunt", are you big there? Take it out!
"Aren't you angry?" Donald smiled and patted Hunter's shoulder.
"What are you doing!"
"Thank you," Donald suddenly said solemnly.
"no need thank me?"
"Thank you for your flat tire, otherwise I won't get the fourth station."
Hunter tilted his head crookedly: "Are you stupid enough to roll your sheets? You thank me for this? I have the ability to come back to the room with me, and I will crush your head with the door!"
"Hey, don't get excited! Can't you hear me admire you?" Donald shook his head funnyly. "Okay, okay, to appease your wounded heart, there will be a room in my room tomorrow night Party, I originally invited only my teammates. Now I am willing to invite you. Would you like to come? "
A less harmonious association began in Hunt's mind: "A party of three? What do you want to do?"
Donald immediately covered his stomach and laughed: "What can we do only three of us? Of course, besides us, there are a lot of bunny girls!"
Hunter's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Of course it is!" Donald patted his chest. "The next race is in Austria. When will you leave the UK?"
"The day after tomorrow." Hunt looked forward. He knew that Donald was good at playing, but what the bunny girl partyed, but he had been fantasizing since he entered puberty, and it was not Donald who realized it for him.
Just as Hunter imagined everything, he suddenly remembered and asked Winston to go to the London Eye.
"Well, when does your party end?"
"All night until dawn."
"Your team allows you to be so crazy?"
"The more crazy I am, the better." Donald waved his hand and said, "Hey, bring your own case!"
The last reminder almost made Little Hunt stand up.
So Hunter was so imaginative because he was so good that he didn't fall asleep until midnight.
The next morning, when the mobile phone alarm kept going, Hunter turned around holding the quilt, and suddenly thought of something, and sat up suddenly.
Today he is going to the London Eye with Winston!
Hurry up!
Hunt rushed into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his t-shirt, turned out the sports jacket in the trunk, put on sunglasses, looked in the mirror left, right, think about it ... Winston too Handsome, no matter how you dress, there is no sense of presence in front of him.
The weather in London today is very good, and there are many tourists waiting in line in London.
But Hunter saw Winston at a glance.
He was wearing Hunter's baseball cap, which was photographed at a charity dinner, wearing a simple style of sweater and track pants, but even in such a low-key casual dress, it still cannot be ignored in the crowd.
He lowered his head halfway, holding the phone with one hand as if editing text messages, and his other hand in his pocket.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Why did you tear down my desk!
Winston: To allow you to answer media questions honestly. For example, who is your man.
Hunter: ... what a mess! Why did you ask me to go to the London Eye in front of the media!
Winston: To let the media know who your man is.
Hunter: ... life isn't going on!