"Yeah." Winston responded softly.

The other party did not show a surprised expression. Of course, there was probably nothing in his life that surprised Winston, but his calmness made Hunter calm down and look back on his childhood.

"The less I want to stutter, the more I stutter it is. Isn't it funny?"

"But now you have no problem."

"The psychologist said it was because I was prone to nervousness and inferiority." Hunter smiled. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was still prone to inferiority until now, and this did not change much.

“That’s why you started playing karts.”

"Hey? How did you know?"

"Whether it is a kart or a Formula Renault, you need to have high psychological qualities. You drive a kart to learn and exercise yourself to control your emotions."

"How did you know?"

"You told me." Winston replied.

"When?" Hunter showed a surprised expression. Why didn't he have any impression of it?

"Previous life."

"..." Hunter was speechless.

This guy Winston looked so rigorous that he was unreasonable, and his jokes were really cold.

"Okay. Then did I tell you what my father was like in my previous life?"

"Tell me, I can listen again," Winston replied.

"If you do this, I will not be friends with you."

"Okay, I'm willing to listen to you any number of times you say it."

A serious expression, but it doesn't sound very sincere.

Hunter rolled his eyes to the sky and decided to automatically ignore Winston's cold humor.

"My father was a successful stockbroker in Manhattan, so I had no worries about food and clothing in my childhood. Apart from his career, the person he cared about the most was me. It was very expensive to train a driver, not to mention starting from childhood. He hired a coach to train me, and he would put down his busiest jobs to accompany me to participate in karting competitions. Every time I got a good ranking and looked at him, I could feel the smile in his eyes."

"Um."

"I am more confident and happier day by day. But the financial crisis made him bankrupt, and he became prone to irritability and often drunk. My mother couldn't stand it and left us. Later, my mother remarried and married a teacher, living the stable life she dreamed of, but died of dying childbirth two years later."

Winston said nothing sympathetic, but took the cigarette that was about to burn out in Hunter's hand, held it between his lips, and took a light breath.

"Before that, I participated in the kart race to make my father proud. Later, it turned out to be to make money to buy wine for my father. I became more and more outstanding, drove faster and faster, won countless championships, and even let Formula One see my existence. When the Marcus team signed me, I was so excited that the whole world was full of hope. But when I came home to tell him the news... he just said 'oh' and continued to pour wine on the sofa with a bottle. I didn't know what crazy I was, I smashed all the wine in the house. He rushed up and swelled my face..."

Winston was still silent.

"He staggered out to buy wine and never came back."

Hunter finished speaking, and only the cigarette butts were left on Winston's lips.

"When I was a kid, I felt excited when I thought of Formula One, and I thought I could find confidence in speed. But when I really started the race, the nervous feeling was like a sign of stuttering again, and no one would care, only I knew."

"Hunt, do you know that when one person faces face to face, there is a language that makes you so nervous that you can't speak a word but still makes the other person fully understand what you want to express."

"What?" Hunter looked at the other party.

"kiss."

At that moment, something seemed to break in the depths of my brain.

Hunter opened his mouth, his tongue stiffened, and his throat tense.

But Winston turned his face and leaned towards him.

Hunter froze there, feeling the other person getting closer and closer to him, until the other person's hand patted his shoulders, and the scattered ashes danced lightly under the light.

"The next time you are so nervous that you can't relax, imagine it's a kiss. Your car, your track, will understand what you want to say, and they don't need your voice to communicate."

What's going on in the depths of your mind?

Hunter smiled: "Hey...hat anyone ever said that you are so fucking sexy when you smoke?"

"Really?" Winston asked faintly.

"Haha, of course it's true."

"I'll just show you the next time."

After saying that, Winston stood up and made a "go back" gesture towards Hunter, with a bit of mature and chic neatness, and moved his long legs towards the direction of the hotel.

Hunter sighed helplessly by holding his head.

It's coming again... It feels like the commander.

Back in his room, Hunter fell asleep immediately next to the pillow.

In the dream, he returned to his home, pushed open the door, and saw himself sitting on the sofa watching TV, and his mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Then, my father came back with a large bouquet of roses and a model of the F1 racing car.

The mother took the flowers and kissed her father. He hugged the model and smiled foolishly.

This is his home.

It will always be his home.

Suddenly everything disappeared, and he tried hard to grasp it but couldn't hold anything.

The light dimmed, and I saw a vague flashing like a starry sky ahead.

Winston sat there alone, smoking half a cigarette.

"Who are you waiting for here?" Hunter asked foolishly.

"I'm waiting for you." Those eyes were clear and gentle.

"Why?"

"Because you said I look sexy when I smoke."

"That's because of this?"

"Um."

Then please don't disappear.

When the morning alarm rang, Hunter sat up.

Although he slept at least two hours less than usual, he found that his spirit was unexpectedly better.

After breakfast, it was the last technical meeting before the game.

"Hunt...you just try your best." After the meeting, Marcus came over and hugged Hunter.

"Just do your best" is actually a euphemism of not having hope. After all, my previous three races were too unattractive. Although I won the best rankings for the entire team's drivers since the start of this Grand Prix, almost everyone felt that he could not hold this position in the main race.

I left the hotel, walked into the elevator, and as soon as I entered the door, I unexpectedly encountered Winston again.

He still had a calm expression and nodded slightly to Mr. Marcus and Hente.

When they arrived at the hall, Hunter almost ran into McGrady, who was inconvenient to mobility.

McGrady sneered unhappily: "It seems you are still very proud!"

"I'm not proud." Hunter was helpless. "Well, the last time I was in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, I was wrong. I can prepare a drink bottle for you, and then let you pour me over to your feet from the beginning. What do you think?"

Hunter decided to face the absurd self, but McGrady's face changed immediately.

He felt that Hunter had good results in the rankings, so he was gloomy and deliberately used the past to stimulate himself.

"Your normal ranking is around fifteen to eighteen, which means that when the race comes, at least seven to ten racers will surpass you. I hope you don't drive like stuttering at that time."

McGrady's expression was full of malice, which was the result of the so-called "mutual harm".

"Okay McGrady! We will let you play when your ankle recovers! Don't treat Hunter like this!" Marcus was a little disliked.

Hunter did not intend to make trouble with McGrady, in his opinion, this was quite uninteresting.

"Do you think I didn't see it? You were with Winston of Ferrari in the middle of the night! Is he teaching you how to win today's race? That's useless! Do you think Winston is sincere? That's just the sense of superiority of the people standing at the top to you!"

Hunter said to himself, take a breath, don't be angry, don't be excited!

"You were with Winston last night? When?" Marcus was a little surprised.

At this time, Winston stood behind Hunter.

This scene made Marcus feel embarrassed.

But McGrady had no intention of restraint, and Winston became the audience and made him even more excited.

"You think you can tell the other person everything and ask the other person for advice. Winston can help you get dazzling results? Don't be naive! That's the mercy of the superiors!"

Don't be angry, Hunter, don't be angry.

Hunter clenched his fists and pressed his heart rate to slow down, but he found that he couldn't do it.

Control yourself, Hunter.

Don't be irritated by him, Hunter.
To be continued...