"It's Ferrari's Van Winston! He defeated Red Bull's Irving on the last corner of the final circle! That turn is so fucking wonderful! Of course, the one you surpass Duchoni is absolutely classic!"

Hunter's face was even bigger.

It seems that I am in danger of dancing striptease!

But, compared to entering the top five, Winston is more difficult to defend the championship throne in the next two matches!

After driving the car back, he hurriedly stepped out of the car, threw the safety helmet to the staff beside him, pulled a bottle of water and ran out.

"Hunt! Hunt where are you going!" the PR manager shouted.

"I'll be back in a while!"

The high-intensity race ended, and when the drivers' spirits were relaxed, it should be the lazy moment, but Hunter was more excited than usual.

He ran all the way and almost knocked Donald down.

"You little brat! Look at the road is good! What should I do if my old bones are broken!"

I was already very depressed by Hunter overtaking, and I was even dizzy after the game.

"If you really get stuck by him, the team will probably sign him to your position." Donald's teammate said indifferently.

Suddenly, Donald felt that he was about to suffer from depression.

Hunter continued to move forward and finally saw the person he had always wanted to see.

Winston was confirming the post-match interview with the public relations staff, and only heard someone shouting his name.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Hunter running towards him with his arms open, as if he would do anything to crash into his world.

The other staff were shocked, they had never seen anyone dare to treat Winston like this.

Just as Hunter was about to pounce on Winston, the entire Ferrari staff opened their eyes wide - is Winston going to push this brat away? Or do they just dodge the side and let him lose it?

What happened at the next 0:00 and 1 second made everyone's mouth feel like an egg was stuffed into them.

Winston suddenly half-squatted down, reached out and hugged Hunter, who was rushing towards him, and suddenly picked him up.

This was completely beyond Hunter's expectations, and the sudden air blew into the air made him subconsciously hug Winston's neck.

"Hey-you scared me to death!" Hunter stared at the other person with wide eyes.

Winston raised his head and looked into Hunter's eyes, but instead of putting him down, he said to the staff beside him: "Wait."

"Let me down!"

Although he didn't look strong, Hunter's fat content was less than 13.5% during the last test, which shows that he has useful muscles, not a small bamboo stick.

Winston turned his face, his hands were raised, and he had no intention of letting him go: "What are you trying to say to me?"

While talking, Winston walked towards the bathroom next to him. He let go of one hand and locked the door directly.

Outside the bathroom, others continued to be stunned.

"Hey - did you do it on purpose! Don't let me down!"

Hunter struggled very hard, but Winston retreated directly with his thrust, and then he couldn't move when he pressed against the wall.

"What do you want to say to me?" Winston still had a calm voice, but the corners of his lips were assured that Hunter was in a good mood.

"I don't want to say it now. If you have the ability, you will keep holding me like this. I see how long you can hold me!"

Hunter shrugged his shoulders, looking like he gave up on treatment.

"Do you think it's tiring to hold the steering wheel of the F1 car for more than two hours, or is it tiring to hold you like this?" Winston asked.

Nonsense... Of course, holding the steering wheel...

Hunter showed an unhappy expression.

"Do you know, just carry me in like this, and the media will write randomly?"

“What are you writing randomly?”

"What else can I write randomly? Of course, we have a love affair! How can I raise my head in front of the girl in the future?"

"Can't the media write this?" Winston asked back.

"Okay...just treat it as an entertainment F1 fan." Hunter rolled his eyes to the sky.

Winston slowly put Hunter down.

Clearly through the thick racing suit, Hunter could feel the temperature of the other party's palm and the strength of the support.

"I won the fifth place, and you also won the sub-station championship. Are we considered equal?"

"Of course not counting. If you can still make the top five in the next two races and I can stick to the championship in the sub-station, we will all jump."

"Not... you are so serious about this bet? But to be honest, I'm not as good as yours. Even if I jump, you will suffer a loss!"

And Hunter had a little expectation in his heart.

Just as Hunter was about to leave the other party, Winston suddenly tightened his arms, and Hunter hit forward, almost hitting the other party's chin.

This time he reacted quickly, holding his hands in Winston's ear, while the other party raised his head and smiled. Hunter could tell from his eyes that the guy was eager to bump into him.

"I'll really beat you up." Hunter looked at the other party.

His eyes were serious and serious.

"Let's sleep together tonight." Winston spoke indifferently, not taking Hunter's threatening expression to heart.

"……ha?"

"I'll fly to Japan tomorrow afternoon, which should be my last night in Austria this year."

"Oh, so?" Hunter came out between Winston's arms and stood not far or near, looking at the other person with his pocket in his arms.

“Your room has a better view.”

"I don't accept this reason." Hunter shrugged.

"I want to stay with you," Winston said again.

His voice was soft, without any request, but it made Hunter's heart warm inexplicably.

"It's so genius... Don't say that to the media, I agree... No, you won't make such misleading jokes to me in the future, I agree."

"I won't make misunderstood jokes about you in the future."

Winston said.

"Okay, see you tonight."

"Because I've never joked with you."

Winston's voice rang behind Hunter.

"Ha..." Hunter smiled helplessly, "How can we adjust the normal way of getting along!"

For example, let’s watch action movies, barbecue, mountain climbing and social parties together!

When Hunter opened the bathroom door, he found that almost all the people outside the door were outside, as if waiting for some shocking news.

"Damn!" Hunter turned around, made a middle finger at Winston, and then left angrily.

There was no expression on Winston's face, and his eyes swept away, and everyone dispersed.

In the post-race interview, the media are still concerned about the issues, such as strategy analysis, key ideas for racing design, and the goals for the next stop.

When he returned to the hotel room, he quickly began to pack up his things. When the doorbell rang, he had just hid his unwashed socks.

As soon as the door was opened, Hunter was stunned.

Because it was not Winston outside the door, but Audrey Wilson.

"You look surprised," Audrey asked with a smile.

"Ah...yes, I'm surprised. How did you know I live here?" Hunter grabbed the back of his head.

The beauty visited, and the surprise came too suddenly.

"Do you remember I said that when this competition is over, I hope to have a face-to-face interview with you?" Audrey said with a smile.

"I...I thought that was just your polite statement..."

Hunter's little heart thumped.

"If I tell you now that I'm serious, can I go in?" Audrey blinked and Hunter immediately turned sideways to invite her in.

She looked at his room and sat down on the sofa: "I didn't expect that your room would be so tidy."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I want to be on it!

Winston: OK.

Hunter: Let me down!

Winston: Didn’t you say you want to be on it?

Hunter: I don't want to be on it anymore! Put me down!
To be continued...