Hunter smiled embarrassedly, and seemed to look at the team's public relations manager very shyly.

He didn't want to show it in front of the media. These reporters were like wasps. He had to act like they had no honey, otherwise they would have been stung all over their bodies.

"Winston did give Hunter a lot of encouragement, maybe because when Winston first entered Formula One, he was also at Hunter's age."

"I heard that before the game today, Winston had an argument with Hunter's teammate McGrady in order to maintain Hunter. Is this true?"

Hunter sighed in his heart, and this matter really spread.

Hunter shook his head, as if he wanted to explain something, but was worried that he would not be able to explain clearly, so he looked at the public relations manager again.

The public relations manager was stunned and thought to himself: This kid's ability to turn the blame is really self-evident!

"Don't get me wrong. Our Marcus team is still very united. Everyone knows Winston's temper. How could he have a dispute with anyone?"

Hunter nodded vigorously as the PR manager's words, and then he smirked no matter what the media asked.

Afterwards, a media interviewed McGrady and asked him if Hunter was well protected by the team. He looked shy and didn't know how to answer the question.

"It's very well protected? Because he stuttered, so many of you surrounded him, he couldn't speak when he was nervous!"

So the most eye-catching online reports about Hunter that day was: teammates revealed that Evan Hunter stuttered, which was a psychological shadow of childhood.

Hunter gritted his teeth while walking in the hotel corridor.

"I stutter? It's all your business to stutter! Be careful I stutter to death!"

At this time, someone put his shoulder on him and a teasing voice rang out.

"Hey, little boy - who made you so angry?"

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Donald of Sauber.

This guy seems to be twenty-eight years old this year, with a slight stubble on his chin, and has Latin blood. In terms of appearance, he has a mature temperament that Hunter envies very much.

But...what does this guy want to do?

"What does your disgusting gaze mean?" Donald asked with a funny look.

"Don't you remember at the door of the Ferrari Charity Dinner, you treated me as a parking guy?" Hunter asked coldly.

"Oh--the little guy with no clothes and hairstyle is you!"

Hunter shook his arm away and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Don't do this. Next time there will be dinner, find a stylist to do it for yourself. Today you chase me to the point of urinating, it's really impressive!"

Hunter wrinkled his nose. Is there anyone who describes himself like this?

What the hell is "fucking pissing"?

"I heard that today is the first time you have received points?" Donald seemed very interested in Hunter.

"so what?"

"Do you feel like you suddenly break your ground?"

Hunter glanced at Donald speechlessly and was about to leave quickly.

Donald suddenly realized: "My God! You can't be still a virgin, right?"

Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning.

"none of your business!"

"Half of the world is men and the other half is women."

"ah?"

"This is Canada." Donald raised an eyebrow at Hunter suggestively.

"so……"

"You can't drink in the United States, and you have to be checked for your ID when you go to a bar, but in Canada..."

Donald's face was tilted, and Hunter's heart started to beat.

Yes! This is Canada!

He can liberate himself in advance!

"How many days have your convoy given you a vacation?"

"Up to tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

"I'm the same. Let's go, uncle will take you to play. It's better to have a girl - if you're so tired of little Hunter, what should I do if I'm not developing well!" Donald generously patted Hunter on the back.

At this moment, his heart was about to move, and Donald became less annoying.

They walked into the elevator and Donald asked curiously: "I said, are you familiar with Van Winston? Your team's PR manager said he didn't have a dispute with your teammate McGrady, but I can see it very clearly!"

"What's clear?"

"Winston's words are so explosive! I can't forget them! That sentence is particularly touching - be careful I'll pull your bird down and stuff it into your mouth!"

If you read that right, Donald seems to appreciate Winston very much.

But he was the original version of that sentence! When did Winston learn it?

"At first I was curious, where are you special? Let Winston stand up for you!"

"Stand up?" Hunter thought Donald's description was so... strange?

"You didn't see him, like a man who was in a madness would never allow anyone to touch his girl." Donald looked at Hunter, looking "Can't you feel it?"

Hunter shook his head and replied with his eyes: I can't feel it.

And this description makes Hunter's face full of black lines.

"But after this game, I finally understand what's special about you."

“What is it?”

"You have the ability to force people to swear wildly."

"Ah? Why did you scold me?"

"I don't remember." Donald shrugged, "I have been saying a few words back and forth, not as innovative as Winston's words. But I mean, you kid is actually very powerful. What are you doing in the previous few games?"

"Super your energy and let you relax your guard against me."

"Hahaha! I hate you on the field! But now I like you!" Donald laughed generously.

On the way to the bar, Donald taught Hunter his skills to pick up girls without reservation.

"Listen, little dear - if you have a crush on a girl, remember not to stare at her. Whenever her eyes look at you, you curl up the corners of your lips and smile, and then look elsewhere."

"oh……"

"This is called playing hard to get. Then, after you make sure she is really interested in you, you go over and invite her to have a drink."

"I understand." Hunter suddenly realized!

As expected, it takes experience to flirt with girls. This is why mature men are charming.

"If she says she wants to go home, you say she's going to take her back."

"What if she refuses me?"

Donald covered his face and said helplessly: "Then tell her that you are a racer."

"Why?"

"A fool. Racing drivers are dangerous and attractive in the hearts of those women. Moreover, we are strong and have a long-lasting endurance, and are not the same level as those muscles that are not useful from the gym. They can definitely satisfy women."

"Wait... what's your purpose for you to be so nice to me?" Hunter asked with a frown.

"Of course there is. Please don't chase me behind my butt in the next game. It makes people feel bad and they grow old quickly!"

"Or how it is, you are behind me in the qualifying match, so I don't have to chase you?"

"Forget it, I'll choose to continue to hate you."

The bar that Donald took him to was well-known in the local area. After Donald gave Hen's glass of alcohol-free mixing for Henness, he soon found an interested party and expected not to be lonely tonight.

"Hey brother, chance is rare, let yourself go!"

Hunter held the wine glass, but never took a sip, looking for a potential partner according to what Donald taught him before.

A woman with fashionable short blond hair in the distance looked at Hunter with some itchy smile in her eyes.

Hunter deliberately acted as Donald said, pretending not to care about the other party and going in another direction.

After two rounds, he returned to the vicinity again and found that the woman was indeed looking at him again.

I felt inexplicably excited.

Just like a racing race, he is about to complete a very memorable overtaking.

But when he walked towards the woman, she didn't expect that she would put down her wine glass and go out.

Ah... It's so regretful.

Just as Hunter sighed in his heart, the woman turned around and made a smoking position towards Hunter.
To be continued...