Chapter 73: Yes,yourmajesty

"Hunt ... Every time I look at you, my king is looking at me. You have ruled everything over me, so never doubt yourself. That means you are also doubting me."
Winston's voice was slow and solemn, but full of strength.
Hunt looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.
"Are you still nervous?" Winston asked.
"Not nervous anymore," Hunt said, "but so excited! Excited to want to run the lap!"
Hunt ran around Winston, then tilted his head and looked at him: "Because I am your king! Think about it!"
Hunter ran away after speaking, and Winston chuckled and followed.
But in the evening when he returned to the hotel room, Hunter still didn't mean to stop.
After a while there he emptied his closet, and picked up his clothes, and said that he felt the suitcase was broken, and dragged it around the room.
Winston came out of the bathroom around the towel, and Hunter stopped for a while, and looked at Winston, who was wiping his hair, stupidly: "Baby, you are so handsome! I want to put you all over Bite it all! "
Winston frowned slightly and came over to take the suitcase from Hunt's hand and said, "Go to the shower."
Hunt didn't want to, hugging Winston, really biting on his shoulder, and then rushed into the bathroom.
"Hunt, you didn't get your clothes," Winston reminded.
"I don't lock the door, you get it for me!" Hunter said across the bathroom door.
Winston sighed and found out the clothes for Hunter. As soon as the door was pushed open, Hunter's hand stretched out, watching Winton's bath towel tear off.
This guy has been hiding by the door for a long time.
Winston quickly snapped Hunter's wrist, yanked him over and pressed him into his arms, directly turning Hunter's head into a dizzy head.
Hunter was kissed by the other person without thinking, stepping back, his lips and teeth were going to be waved by Winston, his calf against the edge of the bathtub, was pushed by Winston sharply, and pressed into the water I only heard a bang, Winston's hand was dragging his wrist. Although he was half-hung, he was already in the water below his waist. It was just Winston's drag that prevented him from hitting his back when he fell backwards. Possible.
"Now take a good bath."
Those ice-blue eyes looked at Hunter quietly, as if the enthusiasm when kissing just now were all Hunter's imagination.
"... You don't want to sit in and play with me?" Hunt asked, smirking.
"No, because you are nervous before the game, you want to toss. If I really sit in, you may not even have toss after 30 seconds." Winston's answer was not shocked.
Hunt's disappointed expression lay directly on his face.
Winston leaned down slowly, making sure Hunter was fully seated in the bathtub before releasing his wrist.
He returned to the room, put on his pajamas, leaned on the bedside, and started reading today's English newspaper.
Before running for five minutes in the bathtub, Hunter ran out around the towel and rushed to Winston's body. He couldn't wait to open the quilt and found that Winston was wearing pajamas underneath.
"Why are you still wearing pajamas! Are you a kid?" Yelled Hunter.
I completely ignore my habit of sleeping in pajamas.
Hunt said as he lay on Winston. The towel around his waist had long since spread out. Winston just moved the newspaper and saw the whole line of Hunt from the waist to the calf.
The tension and youthful ups and downs of young men.
He exhaled heavily and replied expressionlessly, "I don't wear it. Don't you be scared when you see it?"
"I want to see it now!" Hunt was going to pull Winston's quilt around his waist.
Winston held Hunter's head directly and pushed him aside: "Play mobile games."
"I don't want to play fun!"
As soon as Hunter fell off Winston, the opponent lifted the quilt to cover him, then got up and left.
"Winston! Are you going to the bathroom? I can help you out too! You don't need to be ashamed!"
Hunter said with wide eyes.
But Winston pulled out a pair of underpants from the cupboard and threw it directly to Hunter's face.
"Don't!"
Hunter was calmed down, quickly put on his underpants, and sat motionless in the quilt.
"No more trouble. I accompany you to bomb the end of the world."
Winston returned to bed, set the newspaper aside, and held up his cell phone.
"... well ... let's play games ..."
Obviously Hunt is out of the game and Winston can win him a round in almost a minute.
And Hunter couldn't sit still, rolled around in the quilt, stood sideways for a while, lay down for a while, put his legs on Winston's body, and took a deep breath.
The game was played for hundreds of rounds. Hunt didn't win a game. When he was about to drop the phone, Winston suddenly clasped his hand.
"Okay, close your eyes now." Winston's cool voice sounded, so that Hunt's manic mood was relieved a little.
It's eleven o'clock in the evening and it's time to sleep.
But Hunter's hands and feet were very hot, and his arrhythmia was generally unstoppable. He knew that he was nervous and had not been relieved.
This is not his first race. The challenge of Sepang Circuit must also be experienced in free practice. The double pressure of Shire and Irving also makes him inexplicable.
He knew Winston would look at himself.
But because of this, he must not lose.
When Hunt closed his eyes and his legs were still trying to shake, Winston clasped his knees and opened them to the sides.
The other party didn't know when he came in front of him, his waist was directly embedded, and those eyes looked at Hunter like that.
"I'll calm you down, be nice."
Winston's voice was imperative, but soft.
"OK ..." Hunt wrinkled his nose.
For the next half hour, Hunter got lost in Winston's memory, and came out several times. At first, he just kept quiet and moaned. Later, he begged the other party not to work so hard. The fire ignited, and turned him over directly, Hunter almost thought that the other party would really come in.
After tossing at twelve in the middle of the night, Winston held him in his arms, watching Hunter drowsy about to fall asleep, and finally sighed.
"Winston ..." Hunt closed his eyes and whispered the other's name.
"Well, I'm right next to you." Winston lowered his head and kissed Hunter's nose.
"Sorry……"
"I'm sorry?"
"I know you will endure ... and bully you ..."
Two seconds later, Hunter made a shallow breathing sound, and Winston turned off the bedside lamp, tearing his lips in the dark.
"It doesn't matter ... I will bully back in the future."
At eight o'clock the next morning, Hunter should have gotten up for adaptive training, but Winston made a phone call with his fitness coach.
"He didn't sleep well last night? What's wrong? Is the climate in Malaysia uncomfortable?" The coach was worried.
"It's nothing. He's just nervous and he fell asleep late." Winston said with a glance at Hunt, who had barely a half of his head, but occupied half the double bed.
"Hunt also had a nervous day? To know that when he started the game, he always had a poor result. At that time, he didn't care about anything. He didn't expect to be nervous." The fitness coach seemed to think something, Shouldn't he have read the press releases of some media, saying that he can only win the championship in Singapore by luck, because you and Irving have given up. "
"He really wants to win the championship in Malaysia, but this time he wants to face Charles and Irving alone." Winston answered.
"Charr has a lot of heart. When the reporter interviewed him and asked him if he thought that Hunter ’s championship relied on luck, Charles directly asked 'Except Winston and Irving, you guys should be dead.' This shows Shire acknowledged Hunter's strength. "
"Charr is a very candid driver."
"Ah ... thank you for listening to me so much. Hunter has trouble asking you to take care of it ... Will you go to the Ferrari team for a meeting?"
"Not so fast. After the free practice session, I will provide technical advice to the driver who will take my place."
Hanging up the phone, Winston came to the bathroom, wrung out the hot towel, and opened the corner of Hunt's quilt.
Leggings had long been hanging under Hunter's knees, but he slept sluggishly.
Winston wiped the things left last night with a towel. Who knew that Hunter felt like he was conscious and moved: "... don't wipe ..."
Winston froze, covered the quilt, lowered himself, and kissed him behind the quilt.
When Hunter woke up, he was still in good spirits and ate a whole nutritional meal, not as anxious as before.
Winston can finally go back to the Ferrari team for a technical meeting.
Soon the free practice session arrived.
Hunter experienced the characteristics of the Sepang circuit for the first time, and his lap speed was faster than once. Although nervous before the game so that Marcus also followed, Hunter's performance was no problem.
By the end of the third practice round, Hunter knew the track quite well.
The weather was a bit hot, and Shen Xi was standing by the track with a chocolate-flavored lollipop in his mouth.
The staff was cleaning up after the game. Shen Xi squatted down and put his palm on the track. It seemed to be feeling something.
Hunter stood beside her, watching Shenxi's intent, reaching out to shield her from the sun: "Next time wear a sunhat."
"Well." Shen Xi responded softly, and Hunter didn't think she was listening.
When they stood up, Hunter saw the other side of the track. A dark-haired man in a Lotus suit was walking slowly. Hunter has never seen this man before, and there are fewer Asian racers in Formula 1.
Hunter suddenly realized-this is Chen Mobai, the guy being warned by Winston to be careful.
He has a long and erect figure, unlike the flat features of Asians. His eyes are deep, with a lazy and mysterious temperament.
He raised his lips and smiled slightly at Hunter.
Hunt nodded subconsciously.
Immediately, the other person's smile deepened.
Hunter was suddenly upset. Is this guy provoking me?
When Hunt met Winston while talking to his teammates in the passage, he couldn't wait to tell the other party: "Winston! I saw the Chen Mobai you said! He provoked me!"
"Provocation you? He won't do such a thing." Winston replied.
This made Hunt unhappy.
Do you know him well? How do you know he couldn't provoke me?
Winston seemed to know what Hunt was thinking: "What did he do to make you think he was provoking you?"
"I was with the brook watching the track at the time, he was right across the track, and he smiled at me like this." Hunter tilted his mouth, twirling the corners of his mouth, laughing as hard as he could.
Winston patted his shoulder: "You think too much, he didn't smile at you."
"Then who is he laughing at? The two of us are opposite, no one else!"
"He smiled at the stream."
"what?"
"Well, don't think about it that much. You must fight for a place in qualifying."
"Of course!"
In the afternoon, qualifying kicked off.
Hunter listened to the technical officer's final instructions, and the mechanics said to Hunter, "Hey, let us be proud of the big team!"
Hunt touched the tip of his nose and smiled, but Shen Chuan saw that he was nervous because his toes kept on the ground.
Shen Chuan opened his arms and patted Hunter's back: "Hunter, you have to remember that all the glory you get is not luck but strength. So it will be over and over again. Repeated. "
"Thank you." Hunter closed his eyes, and he seemed to see every day and night of Shen Chuan and the engineer team, the adjustment of each of the smallest parts of the car, and the sight of his desk all night.
All the noisy thoughts settled down.
Even if Winston is not with him, he will not lose his direction even if he is not leading the way in front of him.
He was racing on the track, and he went through the twists and craziness of this track with his heart.
Since the first quarter, Hunter has always maintained the top three rankings. The competition is extremely fierce. Shire and Irving have alternated pole positions, but Hunter has stabilized in the third place.
"I don't know if that little ghost always loves to follow you, and now the driving mentality is more and more like you-dormantly dormant, waiting for the opportunity to break through the shackles." Ferrari team manager Miller said.
"He never just followed me ... but I was worried about being surpassed by him." Winston's eyes kept looking at the screen, watching the rankings.
Miller has never seen Winston show such an expression, as if Evan Hunt is not only his recognized opponent, but also all his expectations and hopes.
The second quarter of qualifying is completely an atmosphere of death. With a sigh of relief, Charles sprinted past Irving to take first place. Hunter, who was getting more and more in the state, showed his whistling strength in the middle of the second quarter of qualifying, surpassing Irving and approaching Charles.
"This kid is so scary ... I always worry that he will burst our car ..." Marcus took a deep breath.
"No ... this kind of thing won't happen ..." Shen Chuan comforted.
Before the end of the second quarter, Hunter surpassed Shire, leading for the first time in qualifying.
At this time, Winston frowned slightly, holding his chin, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Don't worry, Hunt. Just stay steady."
Hunter brought this lead into the third quarter.
One by one, the heat wave seems to be overturning the track.
Irving was reluctant to follow, the lap speed rose, overtaking Shire in the middle of the third quarter, and forcing him to pole position.
He could feel that Hunt's mind was gradually dominating the track. Once he became more confident, this confidence would become a motivation to let him spread his wings and no one could touch his wings.
Irving gritted his teeth, galloping unreservedly, saving time with superb cornering, eventually surpassing Hunter and taking pole position.
The qualifying game was particularly exciting for the audience.
Hunt held the steering wheel for a long time.
Owen won pole position, Hunter was second, Shire was third, followed by McLaren's Duchovny and Renault's Penny. Chen Mobai, who participated in Formula One for the first time, ranked sixth.
Hunter returned to the team and Marcus clapped his hands: "Good job! Hunter! This is your best performance since entering Formula One!"
Hunter exhaled, "Sorry, I didn't get the pole."
"Don't be so harsh on yourself, neither Shire nor Irving can guarantee that they have pole positions again and again." The technical officer patted Hunter's shoulder.
Hunt took the water and poured his head up into his mouth.
Both Marcus and the technical officer saw that Hunter still hadn't been stripped from the tension.
"Actually, Hunter, you are more suitable for the role of overturning the throne than the chaser who will always worry about the pole behind." Shen Chuan said to Hunter.
"Thank you."
Hunter finally smiled.
"I went out to smoke a cigarette."
"Go on."
The race will start in a few hours, and Hunter has little time to concentrate.
He was sitting in a corner with his head half-up, the sound of the engine cracking the tympanic membrane and the winding circuit in his ear.
"Smoke or kiss?"
Winston's voice rang in his ears, very light and soft, with a calming coolness.
Hunt leaned over his face and replied without hesitation, "Kiss."
The man in front showed his usual mature and smile, leaned slowly, and touched Hunter's lips.
Hunt with closed eyes expecting Hunter followed him and kissed, but the other side turned away and avoided.
"Hey!" Hunt looked angry.
"When the game is over, I will kiss you into a faint, but not yet." Winston raised his hand, put Hunt's head on his shoulder, and whispered softly, "Close your eyes and slow you down completely Let go of your tense mood. "
"But I'm afraid that once I relax, I won't be nervous."
"Hunt, you don't have to pursue perfection for me. The rift is exactly where the light comes in ... We are not seeking the fastest speed, but the control. Don't let the speed control you, but you enjoy the speed. When you do n’t When you try to force yourself, every corner is for you. "
At this point, Hunter felt the man's generosity, and he was never chasing the so-called champion.
The hot and humid temperature seemed to have cooled down, and Hunt fell asleep on Winston's shoulder.
I don't know how long, someone patted his shoulder gently: "Hunter, Hunter ... wake up."
"Hmm ..." Hunt realized something and opened his eyes sharply.
The hot and humid air was sticking to his skin on the tip of his nose, and the hustle and bustle of the track was far and near, and he seemed to have returned to the world from the realm of Winston.
"I fell asleep?" Hunt couldn't believe it.
The night before the game, he even caused Winston to sleep well. He couldn't sit still for a minute before qualifying. How did he fall asleep like this?
Winston still held him, rubbing his knuckles lightly over his cheek.
"Is it good to fall asleep? When you no longer care so much about the so-called championship, you are not far from surpassing it."
Looking into Winston's eyes, Hunter suddenly understood something.
He put his hand around his neck, and said in his ear, "I want to lean on your shoulder for such a lifetime."
Winston laughed.
"Did you not say that? I belong to you everywhere, and of course my shoulders."
Hunter stood up and stretched his waist.
He was not conquering Irving or Shire, let alone the so-called throne, but the world of Winston.
"I went and remember to keep looking at me."
Hunt lowered his head and looked at Winston, who was sitting there. The other gently held up his hand and lowered his head to kiss the back of his hand.
From this perspective, Hunter saw his low, modest eyelashes sweeping across his heart.
"Yes, yourmajesty."
Hunter felt that this time he had to go to heaven.
In addition to the track, Hunter wants to see this man out of control and crazy elsewhere.
He bent down and kissed his head.
"If I win the championship, you must treat my king."
Without waiting for Winston's reply, Hunter got up and left.
At this moment, his mind was boiling.
This initial tension was completely different, he was eager to try, and had a strong hunch in his heart.
He would surpass everything, rush into the realm of Vann Winston, and steer the man's direction.
When Hunter walked back, he saw Char, with his racing suit on his waist, coming forward.
The opponent raised his chin slightly, and gestured him with a throat-cutting action, full of Shire's "crazy" style.
Hunter just smiled indifferently, and passed three fingers before him.
Two seconds later, Char was flushed with reaction.
-This will be my third win over you.
"Damn, this boy really owes lessons!"
This is not the first time Hunt has experienced the main race, but it is his highest ranking and the only one without Winston.
Hunt's hands clasped on the steering wheel, his eyes cooled, and he looked at Owen ahead.
At this point, Marcus looked at the screen and said to Shen Chuan, "Did you know that every time Hunter plays, I will be nervous. He used to be nervous that he had no experience or could not go all out ... Later he was so nervous that he was too powerful, and he got into the ranks of first-class drivers, but it seemed like he would self-destruct at any time because of too high speed ... "
"So this time? What are you nervous about?" Shen Chuan asked, turning his face.
Marcus shook his head and said, "This time, I'm not nervous anymore. It's as if I have won the championship, so I don't have such a big illusion anymore?"
"No, it's because you have more and more trust in Hunt. Since I watched his race at Silverstone, he has never made a mistake."
As Shen Chuan said, Marcus lowered his head and smiled.
"Yeah ... thinking this way is like a miracle."
As the five lights went out one by one, all of Hunt's thoughts were filtered out of his brain, and Owen rushed out. Hunt's heart string suddenly tensed, falling sharply to the starting line like a blade, and hurricaneing on the straight line .
His speed reached 310 km / h in 6th gear, stretching an arc in the eyes of the audience, and fierce competition started.
Hunter and Shire put a lot of pressure on the leading Owen, and Hunter's cornering test passed Owen's decisive defense. Owen knew that Hunt was much more patient than he looked. For so many games, this stinky kid has been biting his opponent to overtake in the final lap. This pressure made Irving unswerving and ran out of Sepang's top speed from last year to this year on the fifth lap.
Until the sixth lap, when Hunter followed Irving into the bottom of the straight, he suddenly decelerated through the first curve, followed by a clever line to overtake Irving in the next left curve.
The audience was amazed, even the technical officer of the Ferrari team couldn't help but marvel: "Good boy--"
Hunter and Irving were driving side by side directly at the center of the bend, but in the end Irving still made the turn early with a slight advantage.
"It's a pity!" Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, sighed.
But Winston on the side said quietly, "He's just calculating and testing."
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: The king's treatment-kiss and hold high!
Winston: That's not king treatment. That's the treatment of little farts.
Hunter: What about the king's treatment?
Winston: whip, handcuffs, Italian chandeliers.
Hunter: ... I choose little farts ...