"Haha..." Hunter thought to himself, fortunately he had cleaned up his room just now!

"Actually, I can't have a deep chat with you tonight. I'm just curious. I have two questions to ask you."

"Yes, please ask." Sitting across from Audrey, Hunter realized that although this was not a formal interview, the conversation had begun, which made him slightly nervous.

"The first question is that you have been racing for three consecutive times, from Canada, to the UK, and to today's Austrian station, you almost always come from behind. You shouldn't have read the media interviews with other teams today's comments on you. Especially Williams' team's Kelt, joked that if you didn't drive past his shoulder, he would think the race is still a long time before the end."

"Did I put pressure on other drivers?" Hunter asked in surprise.

“And it’s not a little pressure.”

"You already know that Ferrari's Van Winston is my friend?"

"Well, and he treats you differently."

"Probably because Winston is so outstanding... I don't have rich experience, nor do I have the talent for becoming famous young like the Great White Sharks Charles or Irving... So I can only keep myself tight and catch up one by one, and never give up until the finish line. Without the determination to fight to the death, Miss Wilson, I will have nothing." Hunter said seriously.

Audrey looked into Hunter's eyes and saw the young driver's persistence and determination.

Maybe he has a childish side, but maybe he himself doesn't realize what his talent is more advanced than other top drivers.

"The second question is, today you finally surpassed Duchoni on the Red Bull track. Whether it was braking or direction control, it reminded people of the time when Winston surpassed Irving in Silverstone this year. Do you admire Winston very much and want to be like him, so you have been learning about him?"

"What you mean by learning is actually imitation, right? I really admire Winston. I will study his overtaking scenes countless times after the race. But I never wanted to become him... Miss Wilson, every driver has his own thinking mode and different reaction abilities. No one can jump out of himself and become another person. I have said before that I don't have much experience in the field of F1. In addition to personal experience, I just learn from other people's experience. I will make the same judgment as Winston for this overtaking because the angle of the corner at that time, the position between me and Duchoni was very similar to when Winston dealt with Irving at that time, so I applied what I learned. But it was the overtaking completed by Evan Hunter, not Winston's."

Audrey looked at Hunter for a long time, then smiled: "I usually look like a child, but when I talk about racing, I become very thoughtful and mature."

"Thank you." Hunter pinched his ears embarrassedly.

"So, in your heart, what is Fann Winston like? Your goal to surpass? You should know that almost very few media can draw any ideas from Winston that belong to him. He treats you as a friend, so I'm also curious, what is he like in your heart?"

"Oh...that guy is much more evil than you think..." Hunter rolled his eyes at the sky.

"Is that true? For example?"

Hunter thought about it and found that the things Winston did to him were unable to say in front of Audrey.

Too shameful and too ungrateful!

"You can understand this slowly." Hunter smiled, "What I told you is boring. But... do you know that Irving of Red Bull Racing and Charles of Mercedes-Benz Racing are likely to retire after this or next season?"

"Yes. Before Winston arrived, Irving and Shire dominated Formula One for almost twelve years...Irving did express his intention to retreat to the media."

"When they leave, Winston will be lonely without outstanding opponents."

Audrey's eyes trembled, and at that moment she saw a lot of deep and persistent things in Hunter's eyes.

"I have to be his opponent and drive through every corner and every straight with him."

"I think...I know why Winston recognized you as his friend."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because there are infinite possibilities in you."

After saying that, Audrey got up and handed her business card to Hunter.

"The next race is in Japan. I have discussed with Mr. Marcus and have an interview with you before the race, but I heard you have pushed all the interviews out because you like to concentrate before the race. If one day you are ready, please let me know. I want to really have a good chat with you. No racer has completely different ideas at different times. Whether it is you or Van Winston." Audrey stood on tiptoe and gently tidied Hunter's neckline, "You are handsome, Hunter."

After saying that, she walked towards the door.

Looking at her back, Hunter did not come back to his senses.

What? She just said he was handsome?

God, this is the first time a woman has said he is handsome!

The most important thing is that the person is Audrey Wilson! The goddess in the minds of many F1 drivers!

The moment Audrey opened the door, she was stunned.

Because it was Winston standing outside the door.

And he was carrying a bag on his shoulders.

"Winston...How come you are here so late?"

"Sleep." Winston sideways, his eyes swept over Audrey's shoulders and fell directly on Hunter. "How could she be in your room, and so late?"

Hunter opened his mouth: "Ask for interview?"

Feeling the cold air emitting from Winston, Audrey's expression was calm: "Because he talked about some topics that Hunter was interested in, he opened up the conversation, so he talked for a while. I'm going back now... But Winston, it seems that your Ferrari team doesn't live here, right?"

"I'll come and sleep with him," Winston replied.

Hunter hurried forward, pulled Winston in, and whispered apologetically to Audrey: "This is what I mentioned before, 'bad place'! He doesn't like the smell of the newly renovated room, so he comes to me."

Audrey laughed, "It's true that it's not easy to get along with Winston."

"Good night, Miss Wilson."

"Good night, Hunter."

When the door closed, Audrey walked towards the elevator, but she couldn't help but look back at Hunter's door.

This time, her understanding of Winston was refreshed again. Will this lonely and cold man actually come to sleep with his friends?

"How long have you been talking?" Winston placed his sports bag on the sofa.

Hunter raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's not long, it's more than half an hour."

"But it's already half past nine. A woman came to your room at nine o'clock in the evening. Do you know what this is the hint?" Winston turned around and hugged his arms.

"hint?"

Two seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized and quickly stepped forward: "You mean...you mean... say..."

"Can Audrey Wilson make you cassette?" Winston's eyes cooled down.

"No, I just couldn't find the right words to describe for a moment--Is Audrey Wilson interested in me!"

“She is very interested in every racer at the potential stage.”

This answer made Hunter's heart beat inexplicably.

If Winston didn't come, he could develop with the goddess himself?

What a pity! It's a little upset!

"Do you like Audrey Wilson?"

“Will there be any Formula 1 driver who doesn’t feel anything about her?”

"I just don't feel anything about her."

“…I saw it.”

So all night Hunter was inexplicably excited.

Winston used the bathroom first. When he came out, he found Hunter sitting on the sofa playing with pleasure. The expression on his face seemed to win a 100 million euro lottery.

"I'm out, you can use it."

Hunter looked up and saw Winston's wet hair being pushed back with his fingers. He was wearing a bathrobe and could see his beautiful neck and his tense calf lines.

Hunter once again confirmed that this guy had long legs.

"So disappointed..." Hunter put down his phone and looked at the other person with his head half raised.

"Because I'm not Audrey Wilson?" Winston asked coldly, sitting next to Hunter.

"Hey! I mean, don't you come out with a bath towel around your waist? So I can appreciate your chest muscles!" Hunter said dissatisfied.

"Have you ever been in the top five for three consecutive stops? Why should I show you?" Winston asked back.

"Stingy..." Hunter got up and his phone fell to the ground.

He squatted down to pick up his phone. At this angle, he could see under Winston's bathrobe who was rubbing his head.

Who knew that as soon as he turned his face, Winston raised his legs and saw nothing.

I originally wanted to see what little Winston looked like!

Once again disappointed.

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he noticed Winston tugging at him.

"Where do you want to see me?"

His voice was lighter than usual, scratching Hunter's heart like a feather.

"I have all of you...what is there any good looking?"

Hunter said contemptuously.

"Yeah?"

Winston's eyes seemed to have turned a corner, making Hunter try to scratch his head.

At that time, he slowly changed his overlapping legs. Hunter watched as the hem of his bathrobe was stretched up, and the lines on his legs became more and more detailed, and the piece in the shadow was full of mystery.

But when the hem of the bathrobe fell, Hunter still saw nothing.

It's really super stingy...
To be continued...