Chapter 79: How to give yourself twice?

Hunter's eyes widened with anger.
"I think your place is more lovely than the chocolate from Nikki." Winston's voice was very light, but like a slowly tightened cello string, there was a hint of ambiguousness in the deep.
Hunt couldn't feel worse.
"Drink water," Winston comforted.
"Oh ..." Hunter took the glass, but the next sentence Winston said was going to crash him.
"Your voice was good last night."
Winston rolled his face, his hair slowly slipping from his ears, his eyelashes were too close to himself, as if to catch his eye.
Hunter almost did not spray the water.
"Your voice is also good!" Hunt replied unhappyly.
"Or so, at the Sochi circuit, if you can beat me, I will give you a better voice."
Winston's chin was half-up, his gaze was an unconditional fascination with Hunt.
Hunt's heart was being dragged into Winston's eyes.
Winston's voice ... a deep, hoarse, and voice ... When Hunt remembered the breathing sound he held in his ear last night, he almost reacted again.
At this moment Winston got up, and a fire broke out deep inside Hunter.
"Okay, I've seen your striptease. You said you want to make a better sound for me, what kind of sound I want to know!"
At this time, Hunt put one hand on his knee, and stretched out the other leg, and the trousers of the pajamas fell down. Winston only turned his head and turned away.
Hunter was annoyed. What did it mean without saying a word?
This race will definitely make you look good!
In Hunt's little excitement, the free practice at the Hockenheim circuit kicked off. Due to the connection between the straight and gentle curve of this track, Shenxi adopted a harder suspension adjustment. Shen Chuan also led the engineer team to reduce the downforce.
Hunter's performance in the free practice surprised Marcus, and he ran the fastest lap.
This also makes the team look forward to his qualifying.
When Hunt passed the aisle and left with the team, he happened to run into the Lotus team.
After the first two excellent performances, Chen Mobai has become a fixed lineup for Lotus. This is an opponent that needs attention.
Hunter remembers that this guy overtook Irving in the last race.
When the two passed by, Chen Mobai still had such a deep smile.
Hunter suddenly thought, why didn't this guy attend the "Male Rabbit Party"! If he also wore rabbit ears, he would be able to scold him well.
"Are you thinking why I didn't put on rabbit ears?" Chen Mobai asked.
"Eh?"
"Because Winston has the ability to catch up and I have the strength to compete with the driver at least including you, Irving and Shire. My chance of winning is less than one-fifth, so I will not agree to Wins because of my face. Dayton's challenge. "Chen Mobai left with a smile.
It sounds so reasonable, but Hunter is speechless.
Then Hunter met Mercedes again. Shire deliberately pretended to go without seeing Hunter, but Hunter had a bad heart and wrapped his shoulders, pretending to be familiar with him.
"Did Winston bet on you at this race?"
"No." Charles pulled Hunter's arm down.
"what a pity."
Suddenly, Charr suddenly caught Hunter's head under his arm and pressed him hard: "Boy, do you really think you can win me at this race?"
Charles looked at Hunt coldly, which made Hunt feel the murderousness of the predecessor for the first time.
"I don't know if I can win you, but I told myself I must win you."
At this angle, Charles couldn't see Hunt's eyes, but Hunt's voice was solemn.
"It's almost the same." Shire let go of his arm and pushed on Hunter's back. "If you can still beat me at this stop, I'll buy you a beer."
Shire raised his chin.
Hunt stood there looking at him, grinning and touching his nose: "Suddenly I understand why you can't meet Irving for so many years and you haven't been able to completely turn his face."
"why?"
"Because you are afraid of loneliness! You are not lonely with a younger generation like me!"
Hunt finished and ran away.
Charr froze slightly, and immediately changed his face: "What are you talking about!"
When the media thought that there was a contradiction between Shire and Hunter, he saw that Hunter turned around at the exit and looked at Shire grinning, and Shire shook his head helplessly.
After seeing this scene, Mr. Cacho also laughed: "This kid ..."
The next day's qualifying was a bitter battle. The "humiliation" of the bunny girl in the previous station made all the drivers try their best to qualify for the blood.
Even Shen Chuan, who was sitting in front of the screen, could feel the collision and tireless force between the tire and the ground.
Winston maintained the lead in the first quarter of qualifying, and the drivers of each team kept refreshing their best laps. In the eyes of the audience, this is not like qualifying, but more like who can fly to the sky first. Hunter and Winston have entered a decisive battle. The two cars are racing on the straight with the momentum of crushing each other, and decelerating at the corners at the same time. The speed and the sense of rapport on the line make the audience nervous. Feeling a tension from the bottom of my heart. At the end of this section, Winston was temporarily ahead, but Hunt came in second with a slight gap, followed by Irving and Shire.
Hunter can feel that Irving and Shire have not fully exerted themselves in the first quarter, and they are totally playful. This made Hunt slightly upset.
Before the start of the second quarter, he deliberately gave Four more fingers to Char, meaning "Do you want me to be passed for the fourth time?"
Sure enough, Shire went crazy in the second quarter of qualifying and ran out of the top lap, overwhelming Winston and Hunt. Owen followed closely behind, leading Hunt with a slight advantage. Hunter suddenly noticed that he was ranked with Chen Mobai who had an uncomfortable smile and no rabbit ears!
How can this be?
Thinking of the last time he was bitten on the back by the guy on the track, Hunter immediately focused his attention and surpassed Irving.
"You said he was just before the second quarter of qualifying ... did he provoke Shire?" Marcus asked Shen Chuan, not sure.
"It seems so ... then he must have a place in Shire's mind to provoke this great white shark."
"Are you comforting me?" How much Marcus hoped that Hunter would be safe.
"... because."
In the third quarter of the game, the state of anxiety continued. Many spectators stretched their necks when the players turned corners. When they heard the approaching engine sound, they stood up subconsciously. In this qualifying event, even four cars followed the corner.
Even the narrator didn't know what to say.
In the end, qualifying was over, Shire won pole position, Winston was second, Hunter was third, followed by Irving and Chen Mobai.
Hunt returned to the team, took off his helmet and exhaled.
After four hours, the race will begin.
"Boy, is the goal this time?" Marcus wanted to touch Hunt's head, but Hunt's hair was sweaty, and he gave up the idea.
"Of course." Hunter smiled.
"Hunt ... Although it was not good to ask you this before the end of the race, but the Australian stop after this stop is the last stop ... Will you stay in our team?" Marcus used it seriously Asked.
"Not staying here, where am I going?" Hunt lifted his head and sipped water.
"Such as Ferrari or Mercedes, and McLaren and Red Bull, you should choose."
"So what? Our contract hasn't expired yet, hasn't it?" Hunt said with the expression "I don't understand what you're worried about at all."
"Liquidation penalty is not worth mentioning at all for those big teams."
"Hahaha! Now you finally realize my value! Be sure to raise my salary next year!" Hunt patted Marcus on the shoulder.
"Are you really not going?"
"Where to go? A driver wants to excel, he needs to have an outstanding opponent. Winston is at Ferrari, Irving is at Red Bull, Shire is at Mercedes. I won't go to the team where my opponent is. I don't want to because of the so-called strategic tactics. Or the team ’s overall plan is compromised. Here, there are a team of mechanics and engineers who take me as the soul, a public relations manager who tolerates me, and a team manager who is always worried about me. I know very well that for you I'm not a commodity, I'm your achievement, "Hunt replied.
Marcus' eyes were a little hot.
He also returned Hunter with a hug.
"Okay, let's finish this and the next race with the best team!"
"of course!"
Hunter suddenly felt wildly on Marcus.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing!"
"Well, look for a cigarette! You are so serious that I am nervous!" Hunter said with a smile.
"Don't touch it! I'll find it for you!"
Marcus found a cigarette from the instrument technician Mark and handed it to Hunt.
"Don't run away!"
"I know! I know!"
Although I always feel that the technical officer should be the last guide to Hunt before the game. But Marcus faintly felt that Hunter no longer needed such guidance.
He has mature judgement and a tacit understanding developed with the team.
Compared to those big teams, Marcus believes that they are a whole.
Hunter sat in a corner, stroking the cigarette lightly with his fingertips, completely unlit.
"Are you here waiting for me to kiss you before the game?" Winston sat down beside him.
Hunter smiled indifferently: "I'm imagining, after I win you, what you call a nice sound, how good it can be."
Winston supported the steps with one hand, leaned unhurriedly to Hunter's ear, half-tilted his chin and said, "Aren't you all looking good as long as I lean against your ear?"
Hunt was knocked down by the heat in his lips, hitting the opponent with his knees, but was blocked by Winston.
The other side smiled lightly, and even the fine lines in the corners of her eyes were extremely sexy.
"So what if I win you again?" Winston stepped back a little and looked at Hunt with his chin.
"Then I will give you a gift," Hunt replied.
"Gift? To me, nothing else is a gift except for packing yourself." Winston replied.
His voice had a clear sense of transparency.
"Oh, in that case, I will never be able to give you a gift." Hunt clapped his hands and stood up. He was about to leave and his calf was caught by Winston.
"Why not?" Winston looked up.
Looking at his eyes from this angle was like falling.
"Because ..." Hunt shook his lips. "I'm already yours. How can I give you twice?"
Winston lowered his head and smiled. He turned his face and kissed his calf across Hunter's thick racing suit pants.
The whole body's blood and sensations flowed in that direction, and Winston's nose gently leaned on Hunter's calf, his eyes closed reverently and persistent.
"I won't let you win me."
"Try it."
Hunt walked away while his fingers were released.
When the race came, Hunt looked at Winston diagonally forward and smiled.
Looking back at myself who has just entered Formula One, no matter how hard I try, the sorrow in my heart and the sorrow at my own talent now seem to be troublesome children.
Back then, the name Vann Winston resembled a distant myth. At this time, he was so close to that guy. Drivers who once worshiped and yearned for themselves, such as Irving and Shire, were all around them.
Hunter has not once realized so clearly as today that he is really one of the top drivers.
"Marcus, I'm going to rush," Hunt said.
"it is good."
When all five lights went out, Hunter held his breath and galloped through the first corner smoothly in three gears.
Instead of rushing to compete with Winston ahead, he kept following and guarded Owen behind him.
Honestly, being locked into prey by top drivers is really novel. In the past, Hunt was, in most cases, a transcendant rather than a defender.
After passing the first corner, Hunter entered the second corner in second gear. The braking and the line were quite beautiful. He threatened Winston a little.
The contest between Winston and Shire was also tense within the next six laps. He can defend Hunter behind him while locking opponents. Hunter feels that he has learned a lot about his line handling and corner control.
On the straight section, Hunter improved to sixth gear, and the speed soared to nearly 322.
He pulled out a beautiful straight line, as if to make indelible marks in everyone's heart.
If it was a previous game, Marcus would be nervous enough to burst his heart, because the end of the straight is connected to the hairpin.
In the past, Marcus would worry that Hunt was inexperienced, and the urge to win would make him lose control of the curve, but now Marcus understands that every time Hunter seems to be adventurous, he has precision on the entire track. Planning.
Sure enough, he switched the second gear into the corner beautifully, and the line was impeccable. Even Owen, who had originally tried to surpass, had to keep following.
It didn't take long for the drivers in the front row to come in and change their tires.
Hunt pitted after Winston, and Owen, who was in the back after exiting the station, temporarily led Hunter in a corner.
Hunter's gaze is always condensed. He is right behind Irving, and his lap speed keeps increasing as the new tires adapt to the track. At the same time, he also starts a fierce confrontation with Chen Mobai behind him.
Chen Mobai's control of delayed braking is pure. If it is an ordinary driver, he must have been tortured by his nerves and collapsed. It seems that nothing can exceed this guy's control of the braking limit.
But for Hunt, it was like a provocation.
After a 12-second straight, they successively entered the hairpin turn. The confrontation between the two cars was particularly fierce. Chen Mobai and Hunter swam on the edge of the foul, but Hunter remembered the previous treatment of the hairpin turn by Winston. Let Chen Mobai surpass himself in the previous corner with a slight advantage, and then use the shortest route to go straight into the second corner, and use driving technology to match the powerful engine torque to make the curve ahead.
It is sharp and beautiful, reminiscent of the frontal swipe across the ice.
"Pretty—" Mr. Cacho in the audience applauded vigorously.
Hunt looked at Irving ahead and smiled indifferently.
It's your turn
Hunter was very brave and met Owen on a left turn. The two cars were almost crossing, the angle between the tire and the ground was quite tricky, and Mars was splashing.
The audience, who knew the Hockenheim circuit very well, felt a cold sweat, fearing that they would have a flat tire.
Hunter adjusted the steering wheel at a large angle, using the time difference to steer in front of Irving. After entering the straight, the speed soared again.
"Little lunatic ..." Marcus bit his lower lip and said.
"Don't let him catch up with Winston, of course he will go crazy." Shen Chuan answered.
Hunt's lap speed continued to rise, getting closer and closer to Winston.
From the beginning of the game to this moment, Winston has started several rounds of competition with Shire. Winston is temporarily behind Shire, but the following Hunter enters the "Stadium" area at this track. The most menacing corners overtook Winston.
This overtaking was highly anticipated and focused all eyes. Hunter and Winston entered the curve with one stop. Between the slow speeds, judgment and response were like entering a space-time tunnel, divided into one grid and one grid. .
The wheel-to-wheel clearly has a safe distance, but it always makes people feel very close, and they will collide with each other and destroy each other at any time. The line between the two was surprisingly close, as if copied by God.
In the end, however, Winston made the turn early and flexibly entered the next turn in 2nd gear. Hunt didn't give up, always biting behind him.
In this game, Shire played perfectly so that no one can surpass it after the completion of this track.
With more than a decade of glory, he pushed the level to the limit, like gravitation, which attracted the challengers, but he always kept ahead.
In the final lap, Winston and Shire provoked each other three times. In the last corner, Shire had to give up the current ranking to keep the momentum even if he rushed into the buffer zone. He delayed the braking to the last 0.11 seconds, thrilled into the corner, and occupied the best route.
Shire, Winston and Hunter raced to the extreme on the long straight. This was their final battle on this track.
"Oh-oh-" Mr. Cacho raised his chin.
The audience clenched their fists.
This is the last three of the Grand Prix, and no one can determine their position when they are close to the line.
Marcus's palm clenched his chest, waiting for the final result.
In the end, Shire won the championship in this race, with Winston in second place and Hunt in third. Owen finished fourth, followed by Chen Mobai.
Breathing out, this is not the first time Hunt has taken the podium in a race, but the sound of a beating heart is still loud.
Originally thought that Shire would show a happy expression, but his face looked very serious, without the publicity of the past.
As Irving passed by, he raised his arms rarely and clapped in raptures with each other.
"Good job," Owen said in his ear. "Finally give those two guys a look."
"Be careful behind you. I heard that you were chased by Chen Mobai from Lotus."
"You're also careful. Don't give up the championship position to the last race." Irving smiled lightly.
They are not late kings, and Shire once again proved his strength in this race.
When the three took pictures, Shire was very dissatisfied.
Because he was clearly standing between Hunt and Winston, but was forced to listen to them "whisper."
"You lost to me," Winston said.
At first, he thought he was telling him, and he wanted to say why the guy Winston was so stinky, and even if he lost to him, he said he won?
Unexpectedly, Hunter pursed his lips and said, "Come on. Come back to New York with me, I will give you a gift!"
"And I have to go to New York with a gift? Who wins?" Winston's voice sounded indifferent, but Shire knew that he could only hear it when he spoke to Hunt.
"Then you don't need it!" Hunt shrugged indifferently.
"I said ..." Shire looked at Hunt and glanced at Winston again. "In the next race, if one of you wins the championship, let's kiss and celebrate!"
Annoying! Take photos to receive prizes!
"Do you dare?" Hunt glanced at Winston in a provocative manner.
"What dare not," Winston replied.
"Fall me," Hunt reminded, pretending to be solemn.
"A lot of female fans want us to be together, they should have new wallpaper material." In the sound of a shutter, Winston replied.
Charles rolled his eyes.
It's really enough. He is obviously the champion, but his heart is extremely crooked!
Suddenly, I missed standing with Irving to receive the award, carrying the media confrontation!
When the race was over and Hunter returned to the team, Marcus hugged him.
"Do you know that you are now ranked fourth in the driver standings?"
"Well, if I can win the championship in the last game, I can still reach the third!" Hunt touched his chin. "It's a pity. I would have been so powerful when I entered Formula One! "
"It doesn't matter, next year you will drive a more powerful new car." Shen Chuan came over and gave high-five to Hunter.
"Well ... this game is over. I want to go back to New York." Hunt stroked his head. "A little important thing."
Marcuston paused, and then smiled: "I know what it is. You go."
"You even know what it is?"
"Crap. Do you think that I only care about your level of racing and not your spiritual world?"
"Ah? I really think so!"
"Shit boy, look for a smoke!"
With Hunter's dazzling results, the Marcus team entered the final race preparations with great enthusiasm.
Winston accompanied Hunt on the plane back to New York.
When the plane took off during the day, presumably because of the inability to do "night flights", Winston leaned over his face and fell asleep against the back of the chair.
Hunt knew that on the way to the airport, Winston was still dealing with business matters. Now he needs to take a good rest.
Hunt knew that Winston would always look at himself when he fell asleep on the plane. And this guy doesn't like Hunter wearing a blindfold while sleeping on the plane, because he can't see his eyes, so he has more frequent night flights. As at this moment, Hunt looked at Winston's sleeping face, rarely.
Winston's hand kept on Hunter, and when Hunter turned over to see Winston more clearly, Winston opened his eyes immediately.
"what happened?"
"Nothing? My neck won't be tired when I look at you like this." Hunter said with a narrow squint.
"You stare at me like this, and you feel like you love me." Winston said with a smile.
"I love you very much," Hunt replied without blushing.
"Be careful I pull you to the bathroom."
"Okay. Be sure to come out before the plane begins to land." Hunter continued without a face.
Of course, Hunter stayed in his seat honestly until he got off the plane.
The moment they walked out of the airport, familiar air and atmosphere made Hunter take a breath and close his eyes.
"Want to go back to your apartment first, or go to eat first?" Winston asked.
"Of course it ’s dinner first!" Hunt rubbed his stomach. "You don't know that airplane meals have always been off my stomach."
"Okay." Winston nodded with a smile.
While the two waited in line for a taxi, Hunt found that many people waiting for the car had intentionally or unintentionally headed for Winston.
Even if this man was wearing a loose sportswear, his body still showed an elegant temperament.
Hunt deliberately put his forehead against the other's back, Winston whispered his head and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"
"It's nothing. Your back is mine, and you have to confirm ownership."
Winston's breath seemed to bring a smile. His hand was backwards, grabbing Hunter's hand, his fingers were embedded between Hunter's crevices, and slowly lifted, as if it was not only holding Hunt's hand, and his heartbeat and breathing.
"What are you doing?" Hunter squinted his eyes and noticed that everyone noticed their handshake.
"Your hand is mine. Hold it and confirm ownership."
Winston's voice was indifferent and calm, but moved Hunt inexplicably.
They are not everyone's red and purple stars, but Winston let the whole world know their relationship without any concealment. Hunter's heart is excited.
In a taxi, Winston asked Hunt: "Where do you want to eat?"
"There is a restaurant that I particularly like, and the cheese chicken rolls are particularly delicious!"
"Okay, just go to the restaurant you said."
It's a very ordinary restaurant, but there are a lot of guests dining.
Hunter and Winston chose a narrow pair of seats by the window. Before Winston said anything, Hunter had ordered two chicken rolls, and there were countless little stars flashing in his eyes. .
"You don't go to Australia to prepare for your final race, but you run back to New York. And ..." Winston leaned back on his chair and looked at Hunter with his arms in arms. If you lose, give me a gift. "
The corner of Hunt's lips ripped and he looked out the window. His expression was quiet, and the boy who seemed to have no troubles in life was totally different.
"This is where my mother occasionally takes me to eat when my mother is away. He often says that the cheese chicken roll here is the closest to my mother's taste. Eating here is like going home. It ’s the same. "
Winston's arms slowly dropped and looked at Hunt.
"Winston, I know you're rich. I can't match you as a driver or as a businessman. But I still want to be the most important thing for me before the final race Here you are. "Hunter turned his face and looked into Winston's eyes.
"Is it a proposal ring?" Winston asked.
Hunt froze and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What? A proposal ring? What do you want?"
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: I heard that Charles went to see a psychologist?
Winston: Who said that?
Hunter: Owen!
Winston: I heard that Shire confessed to Owen after drinking.
Hunter: What?
Winston: Scared Irving to see a psychologist.
Hunter: Why is this happening?
Winston: Probably because we abused the dog on the podium.
Hunter: I really like the idea of ​​dog abuse!