Hunter held his chin and looked out the window and laughed: "If you talk to the media like this, even if you have a big ice-shaped face, they wouldn't have written about you being arrogant and having a higher eye than a top three years ago."

“I don’t care what they write.”

"I know. I used to gloat when I watched them criticize whom I was attacking. But now it won't work..."

"What's wrong?"

"If anyone says bad things about you, I'm afraid I will be unable to help but beat him to death."

Because... you seem to be my only friend.

"This is why you shed tears after the game, right?" Winston said.

"Ah?" Hunter was stunned.

"Because I'm worried that I'm not good enough, I will be criticized."

Hunter frowned. At that moment, he hated this man. He always expressed other people's thoughts in such a natural tone.

"Aren't you? You are the driver who can compete for the annual points championship with Irving, the Great White Sharks, and Red Bull. You and I are like two worlds." Hunter shrugged.

"I always want to get close to you, although I don't know how to do it in the shortest time. If you think we are far away, I don't know what to do."

Hunter lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands: "God... don't talk to me like this."

"Then how should I talk to you?"

"Well, sorry, Winston. We've been on the same track, now and then."

Hunter raised his eyes and looked at the other person.

He suddenly couldn't help but wonder whether anyone would say such words to him so seriously like Winston, making him feel that he was the most special person in the world.

Lunch was a steak that was fryed just right, and Hunter had a good appetite. On the other hand, Winston in front of him was neither too slow, and his fingers pressed against the back of the knife to cut the steak with a meticulous and decisive movement.

"What are you looking at?" Winston asked with his eyes drooping.

Does this guy have eyes on his forehead? He actually knows that I'm looking at him!

"This... learn to learn your elegant Western food etiquette and improve my self-cultivation." Hunter said with a smile, squinted.

"But I don't want you to learn like me. I hope you will always behave like what you want in your heart." Winston put down his knife and raised his eyes and said.

"Do you do whatever you want?" Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth, "Then Winston... Can you not change? I hope that many years later we can still chat like we are now, and you are still the most important friend around me."

Please don't turn your back on me like my mother for the so-called "start up".

Don't be like my father, because of the so-called failure, you can only drink wine but can't see me.

"Hunt, I can't be your friend forever."

Winston's voice fell, and Hunter subconsciously tightened the knife in his hand.

Sure enough, you and I are independent people, and no matter how good my friend is, there is no banquet that will last forever.

"But I will always be by your side, even if you fear me, get tired of me, and struggle to leave me."

Winston's voice was obviously very light, but Hunter had the illusion of being trapped.

"How could I be afraid of you? I get tired of you? Well, sometimes I do get tired of you... As soon as you appear, I don't have girls to feast on, and they will only see you."

And I have hands and feet, and no matter who I want to leave, I don’t need to struggle.

Winston did not answer.

Hunter thought for a while and said, "Wait, if you can't be my friend forever, how can you be by my side forever? Be your lifelong enemy? Like you and Charles of Mercedes-Benz team, love and kill each other on the track?"

"Who will I be yours, you think."

"I can't think of it..." Hunter frowned and tilted his head. "I find that my logic is often different from you. Of course... it's also interesting."

"I'm not a very patient person, Hunter. When you go beyond my patience, I'm not as gentleman as I am now."

It seemed as if he was threatening himself, Hunter slowly relaxed his fingers holding the knife.

"How can you treat me not a gentleman? Is it even worse than McGrady's beating me?" Hunter asked with a smile.

As long as you don't turn around like all the people I think are important, I don't care whether you are gentlemanly or not.

Winston also slowly leaned towards Hunter, looking into his eyes and replied: "Do you want to give it a try now?"

"Okay, come on!"

Before Hunter could laugh, he saw Winston turn his face and hold the dining table with one hand. His drooping eyebrows and eyes were getting closer and closer. Hunter could almost feel the warmth of the other person's lips, and all the feelings were extremely sharp at that moment.

That moment should be the quickest reaction in Hunter in his life.

He retreated suddenly, his back against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened at the other party.

"Idiot." Winston raised his chin and continued to cut the steak.

Hunter tilted his head... It seems that he was fooled by this guy again?

What does the saying "idiot" mean just now?

Is the king's contempt?

"Believe it or not next time you use this method to fool me, I will poke you with a dining knife."

Hunter felt that it was necessary to explain it to the other party. In the past, it was cold humor in words...ah, it was no, it was harassment, and now it is even more excessive.

"Okay, poke." Winston had finished his steak and began to taste the after-meal snacks in an orderly manner.

"I not only poke you, but I will also stick my tongue in to let you eat my saliva!"

Is it so no lower limit when the so-called "noble gentleman" abandons cultivation?

"If you really have the will to reach in, I will make you unable to get out."

Hunter almost sprayed the black tea, and he coughed violently, probably becoming the first racer to be choked to death by the black tea.

"You can't win mine, so don't try." Winston handed Hunter the tissue.

Yes, yes... competing with you is to hurt yourself!

After lunch, Hunter wiped his mouth: "I want to go to the supermarket. Just a small supermarket."

“What do you want to buy?”

"Hehe. Condom." Hunter whispered.

He's going to have something good to happen!

"You're going to do it like last time again?" Winston just glanced at him.

"It's a bunny girl party! Stop pretending, this is the dream of every normal man!" Hunter squeezed his eyes and pointed at the other person, "Even if it's cold on the surface, you will feel itchy when you hear it!"

"I will." Winston replied.

Hunter smiled even brighter: "That's it! You don't need to even hold such things in front of your brother!"

"If you put on rabbit ears," Winston said for granted.

“…I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

"I've said it a long time ago that I didn't want to be friends with you."

Hunter rolled his eyes wide, and he found that communicating with Winston and ignoring his aura was not enough. More importantly, he had the ability to be resurrected even if he was angry to death.

"Then do you want to go?"

Think about the picture of Winston being surrounded by the Bunny Girl, and see if he can still put on a look of no desire or desire.

"when?"

“Tonight…”

"Who wants to invite you?"

"Donald..."

"Donald of Sauber?"

"Yes……"

"The last time he took you to the bar?"

"Yes, what's there?"

"When did you get along with him?"

"Hey, what does it mean to be close to him? I have no deep hatred with him, and I like this guy's honesty. Whatever I think is very good, it's not hypocritical..."

Wait... I feel that Winston's pace of asking questions is very fast, and he has to answer the questions without even time to think.

"If it's evening, I can't go. The convoy starts meeting at 8 o'clock. I'll fly to Austria tomorrow morning."

"Oh... I'll fly over after a day."

If you think about it carefully, it would be better if Winston didn't go, otherwise he would be the center of the Bunny Girl.

"I'll go buy condoms with you. It must be used."

"Are you worried about me?"
To be continued...