“There was a reporter in the column that Vanne Winston could never be king in Formula One.”

"That's it, it won't be." Hunter looked like "this story is boring."

"That reporter said that Van Winston was always just the shadow of the Great White Shark 'Shar' or Lawrence Irving."

Charles and Irving are called "two heroes" by F1 fans. They are the top drivers who have been dominating Formula One for more than ten years.

Hunter paused.

"Actually, I don't think so. Because this is largely just the media strategy of Mercedes-Benz team. But you are very angry. When you see that reporter, you want to scold him but can't make a sound."

Winston's expression was serious, so serious that Hunter seemed to see that scene.

"What happened later?"

"The reporter smiled and left. You were very depressed. You told me that you obviously wanted to scold him and wrote it on the back of your hand, but you still feel disgusted when you see that guy. You stretched the back of your hand and showed it to me, and I said..."

"You said you would beat Shire in this Grand Prix."

When Hunter finished saying this, he was also stunned.

Because the scene described by Winston, that mood seemed to have actually happened, rather than Winston's assumption of "the previous life".

"Yes, I'll beat Shire and wait for you at the throne." Winston reached out and bounced Hunter's forehead.

He woke up, but something was surging in his heart and bursting out at any time.

At 5:30 p.m. local time, players from various teams started their practice races at Silverstone.

Marcus looked at Hunter's lap speed and touched the back of his head: "This little guy is in good condition."

"I hope I can keep it to the qualifying round."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the second round of practice match was about to begin. Hunter came to a small corner with his pocket, squinted his eyes, and lit a cigarette for himself.

After about one-third of the thrust, someone came to him and sat down. According to the length of his legs, Hunter knew who the other party was without looking up.

Neither of them spoke until Hunter's smoke was halfway through, and the person beside him spoke: "Give me a sip."

Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You won't take it yourself!"

As he said this, he still pinched the cigarette butt to the other party. This time he deliberately pinched the part of the cigarette mouth, so that Winston would have to pick up the cigarette with his own hands.

But unexpectedly, Winston took his cigarette butt with Hunter's fingers in a noble way.

"Hey!" Hunter felt frightened.

He wanted to retract his fingers, but he didn't expect that the other party directly bit his fingertips, and it was quite powerful. He could only watch him take a breath, then push the cigarette under the mouthpiece with the tip of his tongue, and send it out.

"You bite me!" Hunter stared at the other person with wide eyes.

"Then why did you deliberately pinch that?" Winston asked coldly.

Hunter found himself speechless, and it sounded like he was in the wrong... but the guy in front of him was like an emperor, and even someone needed to serve him when smoking.

The second round of qualifying is about to begin, Hunter and Winston stood up and walked back to their respective teams.

Mr. Marcus was a little nervous: "If Hunter can keep it up, it feels like it is possible to get the eighth place, it is still possible to get the ninth place!"

The practice match ends at 10:30 pm.

Hunter took off his gloves and moved his wrist. Suddenly he remembered his fingers bitten by Winston, and suddenly there was a little pain.

He sent a text message to the other party unbalancedly: You bit my finger and if the qualifying situation is not good, you have to pay full responsibility.

I didn't expect the other party to reply to him immediately. Hunter returned to the room, took a shower and went back to bed to prepare to go to bed. He found that there was an unread message on his phone. He clicked on it and saw that it was Winston's reply: When I went to London Eye, I will let you know what it really hurts.

"Ah?" Hunter grabbed the back of his head, "What does it mean?"

Two seconds later, he suddenly remembered his chat with Winston about London Eye, and his ears instantly turned red.

You never thought that one day, when the competition ends, you will take your beloved person to visit on the London Eye. You can hug and kiss, why are you bored?

I understand. Thirty minutes are enough.

Hunter quickly pressed the text message on his phone: Be careful that it will rot down there.

Then, Hunter threw his phone aside with a strong sense of satisfaction, fell asleep.

The next morning, he touched his phone to check the time, and was stunned by Winston's text message: You will not rot if you hold it in.

"Believe it or not, I'll show your text message to the global media!" Hunter was angry.

Thinking about it again, let’s forget it… I guess everyone will think that Winston’s phone has dropped.

The feeling of being unable to defeat the other party even with evidence made Hunter feel inexplicably sad.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, the third round of practice competition ended, and two hours later, the qualifying competition began.

Hunter's performance in the early stage was very smooth, which made Marcus feel relieved.

"It's like this...it's just like this...be a good boy..."

In the middle of the qualifying round, Hunter's ranking fluctuated between eighth and seventh.

Just when Marcus thought Hunter would win this favorable ranking, his lap dropped sharply.

"What's going on?" Marcus became nervous.

“There’s something wrong with Hunter’s oil pump!”

"He is now driving back to the repair station!"

Marcus raised his hand and held his face and shouted: "What are you doing--"

In the end, Hunter's ranking fell to thirteenth place.

When he came back, everyone looked at him with regret.

McGrady also had a gloating expression on her face.

"That... Hunter..." Marcus wanted to comfort him, but nothing was meaningless at this time.

After Hunter took off his insulation mask, he grabbed his sweaty hair: "Can the oil pump be fixed?"

"It should be possible before the game."

"Oh. Then I'll go smoke a cigarette." Hunter took the water bottle and walked out while drinking.

The mechanics felt very sorry when no one spoke.

"We have checked the oil pump, and I don't know why such a problem happened..."

This is a major mistake from the mechanics team, which will directly affect Hunter's main competition results.

Everyone could feel that Hunter was still in good condition at this stop, but was wasted.

No matter which driver is splashed with cold water.

Hunter, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned around, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey... This is not the first time I've started from such a ranking. You don't have to be unlucky."

Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled slutty, and he could not see any discomfort.

"Hey, we will definitely hold you up in the competition."

"Okay, it depends on your tire change speed."

Hunter blinked, then went to a small corner and felt sad. Oh, no, it was smoking.

Take a deep breath and then spit it out.

Someone sat down beside him, and Hunter, with his eyes closed, muttered dissatisfiedly: "Can I touch you wherever I smoke?"

"It's not that I'm looking for you," Winston's voice rang.

"How are you qualifying?"

“Pole position.”

"...Damn!" Hunter opened his eyes and looked at the other person indignantly, "I can no longer be friends with you! Are you here to show off or comfort me!"

“None are not.”

Hunter suddenly began to smoke hard.

"Why are you doing so fast?"

"Don't leave a mouthful for you."

"You will be a regular visitor to pole positions in the future, so I don't have the capital to show off in front of you."

"How long will it take? I'm not pole position this time, I'm going to be finished...McDie will call me a stutter again."

I will also talk about you.

Hunter looked at the sky with sadness.

"Starting from an unfavorable position, the following is your expertise." Winston's voice was faint, meaning that starting at the thirteenth place is no big deal.

"I really want to be sad and melancholy. But after you say this, I seem to have become a god?"

Hunter laughed and looked at Winston carefully, thinking that this guy was so sexy and scented.

"Oh, I've finished smoking."
To be continued...