Chapter 7: Alps and mudslides

It turned out that the lady named Anne was a life assistant assigned to Winston by the Ferrari team.
"Ah ... that's great ..." Hunt was envious of Winston.
He also wants a life assistant.
When the car was parked downstairs in his apartment, Hunter suddenly realized that he didn't seem to say where his home was from start to finish. Why would Winston know?
"See you in Montreal," Winston began.
It's obviously the same cold voice as when dealing with the media, but it sounds different in Hunter's ears.
"Okay, good night."
Hunt went upstairs.
Montreal? By then, Winston was racing on the track, but he could only watch ...
Suddenly I regret it. Why couldn't my own performance be better in the previous game?
As Annie drives the car, she looks at Winston's expression in the rearview mirror.
His expression was slightly cold, and he could not see the joy. He was sitting in the same car with her, but there was an insurmountable distance.
Evan Hunt ... seems like a new driver who just entered F1 this year? Did you get points for the first three stops? How did he meet Winston?
Winston would call to pick them up, stating that they had only one car at the time.
However, as far as he knows, Winston never seemed to let anyone get in his car, and he didn't even have a female companion at the dinner ... Loner makes people doubt whether he has autism.
"Do you really like that Evan Hunt?" Annie regretted it after asking.
The team manager who hired her once said that he must never ask Winston about his personal life.
But according to her observations over the past year, Winston has no so-called personal life at all. Needless to say, flying around during the Grand Prix, even during the off-season, his life was extremely regular, as if there was no need to socialize.
"Well." Winston said quietly.
Annie drove the car out of an S shape.
Was Winston "um" just now?
"Hmm" in agreement with what she said?
Does he like the young man named Evan Hunt?
And Hunter returning to the apartment is excited!
Who can believe it! Vann Winston is now his friend!
He walked around the room, remembering everything that happened to him from the first time he talked to Winston to tonight.
Then ... he crooked his head and didn't understand ...
Why did Winston notice himself? And what he said, "I want to hit you", "If it is the underwear you wear, ten million dollars is fine," and so on, although the expression is still that expression, but it is completely described by others on TV Different people!
The bodybuilder in the next room was working with his woman again.
Hunter really wants to move his bed in one direction ... No, I also want to find a girlfriend to roll the sheets during the day and night to see who can make them sleepless!
Well ... now that you can't sleep, harass others.
Hunter called Bru, a high school alumni and his own friend.
"Hey ... hello, I'm Bru ..." Bru seemed to have fallen asleep, his voice lazy.
But Hunter is not guilty at all, disturbing dreams is his favorite thing to do.
"Hey, Brue, I have something to tell you!"
"... Hunter ... Are you abroad? Why call me this time?"
"I'm in New York."
"Damn! You don't know what time it is in New York? Let's go, what the are you doing! Are you going to quit F1? Don't worry, you can come to my hip-hop classroom!"
"I haven't planned to quit ... just to tell you something ... I met a very, very famous racer in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix."
"Oh? Then?" Brue's voice sounded uninteresting.
"When I went out of the bathroom door, he said that my pants were not pulled on, and then he pulled them on for me." Hunter automatically ignored how he attacked McGrady with a grenade.
"Ah? Help you pull on your pants? What have you done?" Bruce seemed to be sitting up, and the drowsiness in his voice was gone.
"Nothing, he called my name."
"So you called me just to hear this for me?" Bruce wanted to hit Hunt's face with his phone.
"Then I blew up my credit card when I was shopping in the supermarket. He paid for it for me and advised me not to buy supermarket underwear because the quality is not good." Hunter automatically omitted the difference between m and L.
"That's great. Although he's not very familiar, he definitely knows you're a driver. It's reasonable to help you pay for it. Then what?"
"Then ... we met at a charity dinner. He bought my baseball cap for $ 10,000."
"Then ... he really gives you face ... and there must be more money than you."
"He does make more money than I do. But do you know what else he said? He said that if it was the underpants I wore, ten million dollars would be fine? Did you feel weird?"
"If you are not very familiar, it is really strange. Of course, if one day I become a billionaire, I will ridicule you with the same joke, hahaha!"
"On the way home, my jeep broke."
"I told you earlier that your broken car should be replaced quickly! Sooner or later it will hold you halfway!"
"Then I met him again, he took me to Ferrari's test track and asked me to explode his sports car ..."
"I rub! What kind of sports car is his?"
"Of course Ferrari too ..."
"Do you want to pay?"
"No need to."
"This man is so arrogant! Is your kid lucky to go shit?"
"... So just luck? I asked him why he was so ... so good to me?"
"Why?" Bru was curious, too.
"He gave three reasons. The first was that one day I would also be a top driver like him, and the second was that he wanted to bubble me ..."
"Ha ha ha ha ... for so long, it turned out that you were attracted to other men! Be careful of your lower back!"
"So ... you also think he meant that to me, right?" Hunt got nervous, remembering everything else Winston had said, did he really think of himself?
"Don't you say there is a third reason? What's the rest?"
"He wants to be friends with me ..."
"Ah ha ha ha ha! This buddy's means of making friends are ups and downs, unique ingenuity! I must make your careful liver tremble, right?"
"You mean, he wants to be friends with me?"
"What about it? Do you really miss you? You look so cute, but you haven't reached the point where you can't be a party? Your character is even worse! Being your friend is bad luck. You roll your sheets and you will definitely collapse! "
"Hello! Are you still not my brother?"
"Yeah! It's your brother who tells the truth ... but wait, he really looks like he's chasing you!"
Bru's voice was full of malicious glee, but Hunt felt danger.
"So ... then I have to find a way to avoid him ..." Hunt scratched his head.
He had no friends in Formula One, and it was so difficult for someone to take the initiative to approach him. Hunt really felt reluctant.
"Who is that buddy?" Brue asked.
"Van Winston ..." Hunt was thinking about it, and accidentally said Winston's name.
"What? Vann Winston? You mean Ferrari's" Fast Ice Blade "Van Winston?"
"Yeah. I'll keep my distance from him ..."
"Nervous you! If it's Vann Winston, none of the three reasons are true!"
"why?"
"You become a top driver-there should be no drama. The tone of Vann Winston is to not eat human fireworks, watching him is like looking up at the Alps! If he wants to bubble you, then it feels like the Alps suddenly fall Debris flow! "
"What a ghost analogy you are! He is the Alps, I am a mudslide?"
"Isn't it? Why do people like him at the pinnacle of life want to be friends with you?"
"Because you are lonely, do you want someone to be with you?"
"Okay. Okay, brother! Vann Winston took the initiative to talk to you? I'll take a photo with him next time!"
"Wait, do you think he really wants to be my friend? Not to me?"
"Yeah? Otherwise, what do you really expect from him?"
Hunter smiled widely.
"OK! Go to sleep!"
"Hey, just go to bed? You haven't told me what Winston said to you!"
No matter how loud the voices of men and women in the next room were, Hunter's face had a beautiful smile.
The back-to-back tense schedule continues.
Hunt followed the convoy to Montreal.
On the plane, McGrady always looked like he had eaten a rotten egg.
Hunt touched his chin, thinking that if he was not kicked out of the team, this guy would probably not have a good face.
As soon as you get off the plane, it is the night practice.
Hunt watched them lap by lap on the track, but it was in his mind that night, he and Winston drove the sports car to the cylinder in the Ferrari test track.
Insanely mad in speed, but enjoying a sense of control at any time in the direction.
Now that McGrady and Luke are at the core of the team, he seems dispensable.
Hunter came to a no-one's corner and took out a cigarette.
What he needs to cheer himself up every time. He couldn't appreciate the beauty of coffee, so cigarettes became the first choice.
But smoking is not good for cardiopulmonary function, so Hunter only smokes one absently every time.
He squinted and enjoyed the feeling of nicotine invading his brain along the blood.
It doesn't matter to him if the engine sounds wave after wave.
"Give me a sip."
The cold voice sounded in his ear, and the lingering cigarette seemed to be a fusion of ice and fire.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
After a few days
Hunter: Bru ... he really is not my friend, he really treats me as Oreo, he is the glass of milk!
Bruce: What do you mean?
Hunter: He wants to soak me!
Bruce: I ... modify what I said before. This dude's method of making men is really ups and downs, unique ingenuity!