"Hunt! Hunter, come out for me! What the hell are you driving today! Why didn't you stop Duchoni for me! This is the strategy of the team! Don't you understand?"

The roar seemed to shake the eardrum through.

The young man sitting on the toilet rolled his eyes at the ceiling, took out his cell phone and started to suck and sing, and then turned on the sound.

"Fuck your whole family! Get out of here!"

"My parents are going to meet God. You fuck my whole family and I have to fuck you there!" Hunter said indifferently.

"You little devil who can't even grow fur on you, open the door!"

Hunter tilted his head and recalled carefully whether he had any hairs. Then he said helplessly: "The hair on my bird is quite good. Why don't I take a look and send it to you?"

After a pause in one second, McGrady kicked the door hard, which made Hunter's phone almost fall into the pit.

"Hunt! You stutter! Are you afraid that you can't even speak when you see me, so you won't be able to come out!"

Hunter curled his lips. Basically, he would not be able to speak only when he was very excited, but he was not excited now, and his tongue was very useful.

"Hey, McGrady... I'm serious, if I have the ability to stop Duchoni, I'm not a rookie who can't even get points."

Duchoni was the fourth place in the personal points of the Formula 1 Grand Prix last year. Isn’t it as easy to deal with him, a little guy who only started three races, as if he was cutting melons and vegetables?

Hunter's voice was filled with a hint of laziness, "What's the matter with me, you're not capable of it."

A fire burned from McGrady's head, and he shouted: "Why don't you just say that you can't even get points in three games so far, just get out!"

Well, this hurts Hunter's almost no self-esteem.

Then...we hurt each other?

I'll give you some big gifts.

Otherwise, I would probably not even be able to go out of the bathroom door. My phone would be out of power and I would be able to enjoy it!

Hunter casually twisted the drink bottle on the ground, slowly unbuttoned his pants, and whispered.

"McDy, are you still here?" Hunter's timid voice rang.

Then the door was kicked hard again.

"Little bastard! I'm still here!"

Hunter grinned a bad smile on his lips, stood on the toilet lid, and quickly smashed the drink bottle out of the crack on the door on the top.

After a thud, McGrady's roar almost overturned the bathroom ceiling!

"Evan Hunter-I'm going to kill you!"

This time, the door was really kicked open!

Hunter was not surprised at all. In fact, it was a miracle that this door could withstand McGrady's attack for so long.

The angry McGrady's shoulders were wet, her body was covered in embarrassment, and her eyes were about to explode on Hunter. He pulled Hunter off the toilet, and saw his fist was about to hit Hunter's face, and a cold voice sounded from the door.

"If you don't use the bathroom, please go out."

The air pressure dropped sharply, causing the heart to sink.

The other party's voice was not loud, but he had the illusion that his brain was suppressed.

McGrady's originally furious expression was replaced by surprise. The moment his hand was released, Hunter suddenly dodged and retreated outside McGrady's attack range.

"Winston..." McGrady didn't expect this person to appear at all.

Winston didn't say anything, just glanced at the pool of liquid on the ground, and walked calmly to the sink.

This was the first time Hunter saw Van Winston so close.

This man was like himself and got his F1 license at the age of 18. Ferrari knew the heroes and signed this young player from the UK. His arrogance once made him not popular in the industry, but in the past three years, Winston has overcome all difficulties and achieved brilliant results. Last year, he won the second place in his personal total score.

His handsome facial features and aristocratic temperament from Britain have been rejected by countless female car fans, and even some media wrote that Winston has a sense of ascetic sexiness.

He said very little, and the media had hardly ever taken pictures of him laughing.

His skills and appearance were outstanding, which made Hunter, who was standing aside, feel sour in his heart.

One is the future king predicted by the media, and the other is the newcomer at the bottom... Hunter suddenly felt that such a meeting was a bit hurting his self-esteem... Although he still felt that he had no self-esteem.

Wait, now is not the time to get sore. If he doesn't leave now, he will be beaten into a mud by McGrady!

Hunter moved silently towards the door, and McGrady was briskly walking towards him.

It's over, I'll still be beaten when I go out!

But at least it’s worth it!

At this moment, Winston's voice rang.

"Hunt."

Just as the ice ridges fell into the warm water, Hunter's shoulders trembled, and he never dreamed about how Winston would read his name.

He felt that he had heard it wrong and took another step forward, but his name was once again pronounced by that unique voice.

"Hunt."

"You... call me?"

Hunter opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself.

Winston turned his back to him, slowly wiping his hands with a tissue.

Among racing drivers, Winston's figure is definitely one of the few tall and slender figures. Even if he only has his back, he has wide shoulders and narrow hips. His legs are so beautiful that it makes people want to fold it for him.

Hunter began to feel sour again. He stared at the pool of liquid on the ground. Suddenly, he hoped that Winston would step on it when he turned around. Will the emotional face crack open?

Winston threw the tissue into the trash can and turned around, as if he had been carefully calculated, his toes were about one centimeter from the pool of liquid.

Hunter sighed secretly.

It's a pity that I didn't step on it.

But he did not forget that the other party called his name just now, and it was twice.

"Is there anything wrong?"

To be honest, Hunter was quite surprised to be able to call out his own name.

Of course, McGrady, who was planning to beat him, was also surprised.

Winston turned around and his ice-blue eyes looked at Hunter.

His eyes are beautiful and have an indescribable depth. No wonder a well-known female media person once wrote in a column half-jokingly: Don't look at Fann Winston for more than three seconds, or you will lose yourself.

He walked towards Hunter and got closer.

"Your pants aren't pulled up."

"Ha? What?" Hunter couldn't come back to his senses.

The other party didn't say it again, and raised his hand directly. When his fingertips touched Hunter's jeans zipper, Hunter seemed to be able to feel the other party's other hand was gently pressing his most sensitive place.

The sound of the zipper rubs against Hunter's heart.

Winston turned his face slightly and lowered his eyes. Time slowed down his breath and pulled it, Hunter's mind was confused.

Then, the other party walked past him, as if the conversation they had just had never happened.

A few seconds later, McGrady spoke, "When did you have a relationship with Vanne Winston?"

Hunter shook his head blankly: "Today...we talked for the first time!"

"Is that true?" McGrady turned her face and her expression became ferocious again.

Hunter finally turned around and ran all the way.

"Evan Hunter-I'm going to break your neck!"

So, on the way back to New York, Hunter wore sunglasses throughout the journey because he was beaten into a panda eye by McGrady, and there were two.

Team manager Mr. Marcus sat next to him.

"Hunt...I know you've just entered Formula 1 and haven't fully adapted to it. I've just had three races. You still have a long way to go. Can you keep your nerves tight?" Marcus said.

Get tense?

How to get nervous?

Otherwise, you can take a look at me?

"I know, McGrady told you, whether he or not, whether he or not, because I didn't block Duchoni behind him."

"Listen, Hunter... Think about it, every year, there are so many riders who want to enter Formula One, why did we choose you? Of course, it's because our entire team thinks you have potential! Duchoni is indeed a very famous star, but you also have your excellence, as long as you focus and give it a try..."

"Isn't it because it's cheap?" Hunter tilted his head and did not take off his sunglasses.

"What?" Marcus didn't understand what Hunter suddenly meant.

"You chose me because my annual salary is cheap, 250,000 euros."

Marcus opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Hunter tilted his head and continued to sleep.
To be continued...