Hunter was murmured in his heart: I feel that one day he will reach the top driver ranking, and these reporters will use his bad performance as a typical case to encourage new drivers?

He looked towards the direction of the PR manager, and the PR manager smiled and answered very well: "This is Hunter's first year entering Formula 1. How could we put pressure on him? Moreover, Hunter is very sensible and motivated. All the pressure is his motivation! Of course, we are all our efforts to help him adapt, we trust him, and grow with him!"

Hunter admired his ability to lie with his public relations manager in his heart. When did he be sensible and motivated? When would he regard pressure as motivation?

Alas, other lies will no longer be exposed, and it is not easy for a public relations manager to fight against a hundred people in the face of the media.

"Hunt, most players encounter situations like you in the main competition. Even if they insist on running the entire course, they will choose to give up psychologically, but you choose to surpass them. Why is this?"

This question is very profound. However, Hunter knows that he can't tell the truth.

Because the fact is that he believes that Winston is waiting for him ahead, and he cannot hesitate or give up, but who would believe this answer?

Hunter looked at the PR manager again, and the PR manager complained wildly in his heart: Little kid, just say some proactive and exciting words, don’t blame me!

"Hunt, please answer my question positively. Your thoughts are not something that the team can control."

The media hinted that they doubted whether the team did not want the young player to express their opinions. Even if the poor performance of the first three stops was related to the team.

The public relations manager rolled his eyes in his heart again: This kid is so lazy that he flew into the sky that he almost stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He just pretended to be not good at dealing with the media and would throw the blame in the future!

The PR manager's smile was almost cramped: "It's okay, Hunter. Express your own thoughts and let everyone know you."

Hunter opened his mouth, as if thinking, and after a long time he spoke, "I... am not good at dealing with the media, because when I get nervous... I will be indifferent."

Hunter doesn't care whether the media will call him "stutter" like McGrady. In the future, he pretends to stutter when answering questions, which makes them exhausted and will not ask him questions again!

"I... I'll stutter when I'm nervous since I was a child... What my teammate McGrady said to the media before... are all... all true... I chose racing just to enhance my self-confidence and control my emotions... I feel like this time... this time I surpassed my limits, and I'm very happy."

Heng Te nodded and said that he was finished.

McGrady, who was standing by, felt like she was struck by lightning. Now Hunter is "inspiring" and the media has a good impression of him. At this time, it was a completely childish act of revenge that McGrady had told the media about his stuttering before. But McGrady couldn't say anything.

I was so angry that I vomited blood that I could only vomit like this!

I originally thought that the reporters would look at him with sympathy, but I didn't expect that they seemed to admire him very much, as if he had become a typical example of success.

Then a certain media person actually applauded, and others also applauded.

"Hunt, say a few more words! Don't be nervous, we can wait for you to say it slowly!"

Hunter smiled gratefully, but roared in his heart: No! This is not the result I want! I don’t want to talk nonsense!

The public relations manager also looked at Hunter with surprise. He couldn't tell that this guy was quite scheming. If he didn't speak, he would create such a positive image as soon as he spoke!

More and more reporters asked questions, and each of them showed an expression of "We respect you, as long as you speak."

Hunter really wanted to hide back in the bathroom and play with his pampering fun.

At that moment, he saw Winston from the figures of reporters asking questions one after another.

The other party held his arms, leaned against the door, looked at him with a slight teasing smile in his eyes.

He showed too little emotion, and Hunter couldn't help looking at the other person, wanting to know whether the smile was true or his own illusion.

How could Winston come here?

When did he come? Did he come just now when he deliberately exaggerated and said nervously and couldn't speak clearly?

An inexplicable excitement surged in his heart, but instead he thought that he only won the eighth place at this stop, and the other party was looking forward to the top six, Hunter's heart chilled.

Will Winston comfort himself?

Although this guy looks cold to everyone, for some reason, Hunter feels that he always takes care of his emotions.

Because Hunter was staring in that direction for too long, other reporters also noticed it and turned around.

When they saw Winston, they all showed a surprised expression.

One of the reporters asked boldly: "Mr. Winston, how could you be here?"

When everyone thought he would nod and leave, Winston spoke: "I booked a ticket for London Eye, Hunter, should I go together tomorrow morning?"

Everyone looked at Hunter with surprise. You must know that Winston is almost not close to anyone. Even if it is a driver in the same team, what exactly made this young player who has just revealed his head and feet win the favor of top drivers?

Winston's voice was obviously slow, but Hunter felt that he was hit by a force.

He nodded foolishly.

"Okay, see you in London at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Winston was about to turn around, but suddenly remembered something, and bent down slightly and leaned towards a young reporter's microphone: "He is never nervous when he talks to me."

Before everyone could react, Winston had already turned his back.

Hunter wanted to run away quickly: Oh, my god! How could Winston dismantle his station?

It is said that many senior reporters will be nervous when they meet Winston because of their strong aura. If Hunter speaks in front of Winston, he will be nervous when facing the reporter!

The media on site began to ask questions wildly again, many of which were about Winston, and some even asked Hunter if he had the intention of changing jobs to Ferrari.

"I'm still pretending that I'm not full of supper, so I'm going to faint..."

Before he fell down, he was held back by Marcus and the public relations manager from left to right.

Marcus whispered: "If you are a little more honest, we will make you really have no food to eat in the future!"

That night, Hunter returned to the hotel and actually met Donald in the corridor.

This guy was holding a beautiful woman again, and there were two, Hunter couldn't help but start a disharmonious imagination in his mind.

"Hey! Little Hunter!" Donald greeted him.

Hunter thought that if he hadn't had a tire blowout, he might have surpassed this guy, so he didn't want to pay attention to him.

And it’s also “Little Hunter”. Is your place big? Take it out for a walk!

"You're not angry, are you?" Donald smiled and patted Hunter on the shoulder.

"What are you doing!"

"Thank you." Donald suddenly said seriously.

"What do you thank me?"

"Thank you for your tire blowing, otherwise I won't get the fourth place in the sub-station."

Hunter tilted his head: "Are you stupid to get out of the bed sheet? Do you thank me for this? If you have the ability to go back to my room, I will use the door to crush your head!"

"Hey, don't be excited! Can't you hear that I'm expressing my admiration for you?" Donald shook his head with a funny look, "Okay, okay, to soothe your hurt heart, there will be a party in my room tomorrow night. I originally only invited my teammates, and now I'm willing to invite you, do you want to come?"

Hunter's mind started again with a dissonant association: "A party of three people? What do you want to do?"

Donald immediately covered his stomach and laughed: "What can only be done by the three of us? Of course, there are also a large group of bunny girls besides us!"

Hunter's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Donald patted his chest, "The next game is in Austria, when will you leave Britain?"

"The day after tomorrow." Hunter was looking forward to it. He knew Donald was good at playing, but the Bunny Girl Party was something he had been fantasizing about since he entered puberty. He didn't expect that it was Donald who achieved all this for him.

Just as Hunter was imagining all kinds of imagination, he suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment with Winston to go to London.

"When will your party end?"

"All night, till dawn."

"Your convoy allows you to be crazy like this?"

"The more crazy I am, the better I am." Donald waved his hand and said, "Hey, bring your own condom!"

This last reminder almost made Hunter stand up.

So Hunter was so energetic that he thought a lot and didn't fall asleep until midnight.

The next morning, when the alarm was on the phone, Hunter turned around with the quilt in his arms, suddenly thought of something, and sat up suddenly.

Today he is going to London Eye with Winston!

Hurry up!

Hunter rushed into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face and changed into a T-shirt, then flipped out the sports jacket in his suitcase, put on sunglasses, looked left and right in front of the mirror, and thought about it, let it go... Winston was so handsome, no matter how he wore it, he had no sense of existence in front of him.

The weather in London is very good today, and there are even a lot of tourists queuing in London.

But Hunter saw Winston at a glance.

He wore Hunter's baseball cap last time he took at a charity dinner, wearing a simple sweatshirt and sweatpants, but even with such low-key and casual outfit, he still cannot be ignored in the crowd.

He lowered his head halfway, holding his phone with one hand as if editing a text message, and putting his other hand in his pocket.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Why did you break my desk?

Winston: To get you to answer media questions honestly. For example, who is your man?

Hunter:...What a mess! Why did you ask me to go to London Eye in front of the media!

Winston: To let the media know who your man is.
Chapter completed!