It is estimated that from the next race, he will change from the official driver of the Marcus team to the test driver.

This is also good. When others are competing, they can squat beside them, smoke, and play mobile games.

And... when it's time to leave.

Mr. Marcus sighed and said after a long time, "There is a charity dinner held by Ferrari this Saturday night, and we are also invited. You go too." Marcus said.

"I'd better not show up. I'm afraid McGrady won't laugh at the media."

Marcus knew that Hunter didn't like to deal with the media, so he advised: "Just think you're going to have snacks and drink champagne."

“I can’t drink.”

"Oh...I forgot that you are under twenty-one." Marcus said deliberately in a regretful tone, "but you can eat snacks to see the beauty."

"Okay... I will go." Hunter sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn't go, Mr. Marcus would have been swearing him for more than 360 reasons. If he didn't take the same repetition, he wouldn't want to sleep for even a minute.

When the plane arrived, Hunter carried his bag back to his small apartment in New York, threw the bag on the spot and lay on the bed.

It's just myself... so boring...

He turned on his computer and searched casually for news about the previous competition.

The first thing that popped up was the post-match Ferrari media conference.

Winston sat next to the team manager, and almost all the media questions were for him, but the team manager answered the questions.

"Winston, you are only 0:5 seconds away from catching up with the "Great White Jaws" Shire in this game. In the next game, do you think you will become the biggest obstacle to the defending champion of Shire?"
Chapter completed!