Is it because of dignity? Is it because of the crisis awareness of poor performance in the previous few games? Or is it because of love?

Amid the audience's cheers, the driver of Caterham, who was once surpassed by Hunter, was surpassed by him for the second time in this game!

The string that had long been loose was tighter again, and released energy the moment it was about to break.

In the end, Hunter crossed the finish line in eighth place.

This result is like a miracle for the audience and for the Marcus team.

When Hunter drove the car back to the repair station, everyone gathered up.

"You guys are so good! So fucking awesome!"

"It's so ups and downs! My heart is almost cracking!"

Hunter was at a loss at this time.

When Marcus hugged him, Hunter then asked: "Who is the champion of this site?"

"It's Van Winston! The data counted this time, Winston and Great White Sharks had a total of twelve curve competitions! It can be said that it was the most advanced performance since Winston entered Formula One!"

They thought Hunter just wanted to know the outcome of the game, but he suddenly burst into tears.

"Hey! Hunter, what's wrong with you?"

"No... nothing..." Hunter raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

So stupid, why did you cry?

"What's wrong? Hunter?"

Marcus was happy to find out that Hunter didn't seem to get points like he was getting points.

"I'm not willing...Mr. Marcus, I'm not willing..."

Hunter lowered his head.

He had already worked very hard and had already given everything, but he still couldn't make it into the top six.

In the last race, he was sixth and Winston was second, and they seemed to be very close.

But this time, Winston successfully reached the top, but he landed further away.

Even if Rome cannot be built in one day, when will it be possible to reach the "next curve" that Winston calls it?

For a moment, everyone became quiet.

Hunter's every setback in this race may have given up for other racers. Whether it is the oil pump during the qualifying race or the tire breaking at the most critical moment in the race... He broke through their expectations and rushed to a place they could not imagine as if he didn't know what to give up.

But at this moment, this little devil was so disappointed.

Marcus sighed and pushed Hunter's head into his arms.

"You guys, you're still too young. It's the same in life and the track. We lose some, and then we get more."

Hunter wiped away his tears and sniffed hard.

"Mr. Marcus, the soul chicken soup... really doesn't mean anything."

"Ah... OK. I thought I could comfort you." Marcus shrugged, "Happy, Hunter. You were at the bottom, and you might not even be able to finish the game, but you have now got points."

"I'm thirsty." Hunter said muffled.

"Hurry! Drink water! Replenish the electrolytes!"

"I still feel very hungry..."

"Eat! Supplement protein and energy!"

Anyway, as long as this little devil no longer has a sad face!

After the competition is the media conference.

"I don't want to go." Hunter said vaguely while eating the cheeseburger.

"Why?" Marcus sat beside him, watching the little devil keep his head down, and he still looked very disappointed.

"You know, I can't say good things when I'm nervous."

Marcus rolled his eyes at the sky: "Do you think I'm stupid? Why didn't I see you nervous when there was a problem with your oil pump in the qualifying competition? Why didn't I see you nervous when the tires exploded in the main competition? You are the only driver who stopped four times in this competition. This is a record! And you are also the player with the most overtakings in this competition!"

"I don't want to go."

The media can be very modest, if they interview Winston or "Great White Jaw" Charles, they can also be very sharp and merciless, such as interviewing him.

He didn't want to answer questions about whether this ranking was lucky or unfortunate, nor did he want to analyze why he had to continue the competition when his tires were almost swollen by other gloves.

He knew very well what he was really chasing, but now when he said that, everyone would think that he was too ambitious and ridiculous.

"Then I keep looking sad and let me answer questions with the PR manager."

"Do you want me to make a vase?" Hunter asked with his head tilted.

"What? Don't you want to make a vase?" Marcus asked back with a funny look.

“…It’s better to make a vase.”

At this time, a staff member delivered a large bouquet of flowers to Hunter: "Hey! You guy is lucky!"

"Ah?" Hunter took it stupidly and opened the card on it. The name made Hunter slightly stunned.

"Look, you finally have fans in Formula 1!"

Hunter handed the card to Marcus: "Why did she send me flowers? Is it a comfort?"

When Marcus saw the name, he was stunned at first, and then hugged Hunter hard: "Boy, good luck is coming! Audrey Wilson gave you flowers, which means she is optimistic about you! Every player she is optimistic about later became the top driver of Formula One! For example, Winston, Donald and Duchoni!

Hunter blinked. He still remembered watching Winston's post-match interview in front of the computer, and envious of a beautiful woman like Audrey Wilson surrounding Winston!

"No! We have to dress you up a little handsome! Do you want to find a makeup artist to cover up the little freckles on your face? It's so childish!"

Hunter looked dark. He wasn't going to act in a movie on camera, so why did he cover up freckles...

"Wait, don't cover it up! That's it! Audrey Wilson likes your unthinking naive temperament!"

...Unexpected innocent temperament?

Are you sure this is praising me?

"Marcus, stop tossing... Audrey is a die-hard fan of Winston. Winston won the sub-station championship. She must give priority to interviewing Winston!"

“That’s right…”

Before the post-match interview, Hunter went to the bathroom and met McGrady there.

McGrady's face was cold, which made Hunter a little worried whether this guy wanted to avenge his previous shame in this bathroom.

But thinking about it, I didn’t get the top six in the branch, even if I was ridiculed by McGrady, there was no way. Who would have to bet with McGrady with shamelessness?

"Hey, McGrady-" Hunter smiled brightly and waved at McGrady.

McGrady looked at Hunter coldly and spoke for a long time.

"I was angry before, why you didn't fully implement the team's strategy, even if you helped me hold Duchoni up to 1 second... But now I really want to beat you up."

"I'm sorry... We always have internal conflicts like this, Mr. Marcus can't stand it... Otherwise, I'll go out to buy you a bottle of drinks now, so you can drink it quickly, and when you feel tempted to pee..."

"But I still hate you now. Because you obviously have the ability to surpass Duchoni, so what are you doing in the first three games? Warm up? Or game? Each of us regards our ranking as everything, regardless of whether we have talent or not. Every point is the blood and sweat of the entire team. Do you understand?" McGrady said in Hunter's eyes word by word.

"I understand." Heng Te nodded, "If I surpass you in the Austrian race, don't hold a grudge against me."

Madditon paused, glanced at Hunter with an extremely bored look, and walked out of the bathroom.

Hunter thought for a while, but still stretched out his head with his pocket in his arms and looked at McGrady: "Hey! Do you really don't need me to buy you a drink? I won't resist today, and after today you will have no chance!"

McGrady didn't look back, but just compared her middle finger.

"He doesn't beat me... I'm a little uncomfortable..." Hunter felt a little regretful.

McGrady doesn't seem to cause trouble for him anymore. This guy is actually not that annoying, he is just very serious. Because he is serious, he can't stand himself or herself or not.

But at this moment, why do I still feel so uncomfortable?

Maybe because Winston was so sure that he could win the top six...

When the media conference began, Winston was indeed the focus of the focus, and the entire space seemed to be about to be squeezed out.

His expression was always plain, as if no matter what the media asked, it had nothing to do with him. Only the team manager and public relations manager dealt with the reporter's Q&A, and he had to smile and feel happy.

"Winston, what was the most impressive time for overtaking in this competition?" Audrey Wilson asked, getting up.

Everyone thought he would answer that he would be the final lap contest with Great White Sharks, but Winston said: "It was Hunter of Marcus's team who had more than two opponents in a row after the tire blows."

"Did you watch the game video?" Audrey Wilson was a little surprised, after all, the game was not long after.

Winston just said "hmm", then raised his wrist and looked at the watch, and turned sideways to say something to the PR manager beside him.

The PR manager apologized to the reporter on the scene: "Sorry, Winston has something important to leave first."

Winston stood up and nodded to the media. In his humility, there was a kind of arrogance that belonged to the king.

At this time, Hunter lowered his head, with a look of loss and discomfort on his face. His face, which was a little childish, now looked a little pitiful.

"Hunt, this time you experienced the oil pump problem in the qualifying race and then broke the tire in the main race, but you have always shown a strong trend of catching up. Is it the team that puts you more pressure or what you expect from yourself? Because your first three stops performed mediocrely!"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Winston! What was the most impressive overtaking in your life?

Winston: I was very deep when I was with you, does it count?
Chapter completed!