"Whose poem is that? Is it Keats's?"

“Margaret Duras.”

"Oh. Thank you."

"Go to sleep."

The next morning, when Hunter was in a daze, he felt something touching his forehead, and then he heard the sound of closing the door.

"Hmm?" Hunter rubbed his eyes, then he remembered that Winston slept in his room last night.

He probably left the hotel and went to the airport.

Hunter stretched, got up and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

He remembered Mr. Marcus' reminder that flowers must be sent to Audrey today.

There is a flower shop on the road near the hotel. Fresh flowers make people look very protective in the morning light.

Hunter looked at it with his pocket in his arms, and the girl from the flower shop came over and asked him what flowers he wanted to buy.

"Well... don't have red roses, just like the others are good."

"I thought you were going to buy flowers for the woman you like, but it turned out not."

Hunter was stunned, yes... He has always liked Audrey Wilson, why did he blurt out "Don't have a red rose" just now?

"What do you think of the combination of peonies, goldfish, and stars?"

"very beautiful!"

Hunter replied with a smile.

"Do you want to write a card?"

"Of course!"

Hunter took the card and pen, what was the poem that Winston taught himself last night?

I meet you.

I remember you.

This city is naturally suitable for love.

Your soul is born for me.

Hunter smiled, raised his pen and thought for a few seconds, then carefully wrote down a few lines of words, put his name on it, put it in the flower, and instructed the flower shop to deliver the flowers to Audrey's hotel room.

He also needs to clean up and prepare to fly to Japan, the destination of the next race.

When he arrived at the airport, Hunter felt bored. While playing with the fun, he stood in front of the drink machine to consider whether to buy a bottle of Coca-Cola or Pepsi.

"I've really been waiting for you for a long time. Actually, if you can drink it, I can buy you all the drinks in the beverage machine. I just want a bottle of juice."

A slightly joking voice sounded from behind Hunter.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Irving's beautiful eyes.

"Oh...Irving...you want to buy a drink?"

"Hmm. At first I thought you had a choice phobia, but now it seems that you just like to block others."

"You can call me earlier." Hunter embarrassedly moved away.

"It's okay, I'll stand behind you for less than three seconds."

Irving turned around and smiled at Hunter with a drink.

"Wait... I suddenly remembered something!"

"What?"

"You said last time that if I could beat Donald in the main game..."

"I'll invite you to the party," Owen replied.

"Just remember it!"

"My interest is bad, are you sure you want to come and play?"

"It's not a bundled party..."

Owen smiled: "I can't tell you that your taste is so strong. When you arrive in Tokyo, does your fleet have time to rest?"

"Yeah, the first day."

"I'll pick you up." After that, Owen left with the drink.

"You come and pick me up? Do you know where I am?"

This guy clearly has no cell phone number!

Perhaps Lawrence Irving is just like Donald said, looking casual on the surface, but in fact he doesn't intend to be close to anyone.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

Hunter answered suspiciously, and Irving's voice came.

"Stupid guy, do you think I'm playing tricks on you?"

"Hey, why do you have my mobile phone number?"

"What do you think?" Irving's voice was filled with a clear smile.

"Oh, I get it-Donald gave it to you!"

"After arriving at the hotel, I will give you two hours. If you can't get out in two hours, our agreement will be invalid."

After saying that, the phone hung up.

Hunter suddenly felt that Irving might be very willful. Two hours? Where is Marcus nagging enough!

When Hunter boarded the plane, he found that Irving was on the same flight as him, but as soon as he sat down, he pulled his eye mask to sleep, and he didn't even have the chance to say hello.

It's like pretending not to know each other.

When he arrived in the hotel lobby in Tokyo, Hunter found that Irving and his convoy were also living in the same hotel.

Irving wore sunglasses throughout the whole process, holding his pocket, and half tilted his head. Those who didn't know thought it was a superstar traveling. He finished check-in earlier than Hunter, and when he walked towards the elevator, he pointed two fingers at Hunter, meaning to remind Hunter that it would be invalid if it was outdated.

Marcus indeed began to nag, and Hunter rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Tokyo is a very special place, and some industries here are particularly developed!"

"Thank you for your reminder, I will go and experience it well." Heng Te said.

"Hey! I want you to stay in the hotel and rest, don't always think about going out and having fun! Don't waste your energy too much! Do you understand or not!"

"Then why are we coming to Tokyo?" Hunter was disappointed.

"For the competition!"

Two hours is not enough for him to talk nonsense.

Hunter took his ears and put his luggage back to his room. After looking again, he found that there were only five minutes left before the agreed time with Irving.

At this time, Hunter's cell phone rang, it was Owen who called, and he only said one sentence: "Come down."

Hunter rushed out of the room and pressed the elevator. At the door of the hotel, he saw an arrogant Porsche 911 and Irving wearing sunglasses and tilted his head to bask in the sun.

Hunter did not open the door and jumped directly into the passenger seat and pulled the seat belt up.

“Where are we going?”

"Will you know when you arrive?" Owen turned his face and smiled.

Hunter suddenly felt like he was on a pirate ship.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone rang, and the number showed Winston.

The heart trembled for no reason, and Hunter connected his phone: "Hey--you are here to call and ask if I have arrived in Tokyo? I've arrived!"

Hunter grinned and smiled.

"Hmm." Winston's voice was calm. But even if there was only one syllable, Hunter could hear the meaning of tolerance in his smile.

"Hey, you called me, and then you huh, it's gone?"

"Why didn't you write the poem I taught you on the card?"

"Hmm? What?" Hunter was a little confused.

"Audrey Wilson just had a pre-match interview with Ferrari. She mentioned that the birthday card you gave her would be unforgettable for her life."

"Is that right... I don't remember what I wrote!" Hunter said with a smile.

"You wrote that I hope you will still be as beautiful as a girl when I was fifty."

“Isn’t it good?”

"Actually, you can't remember the poem I read to you at all, right?"

"Hey, don't underestimate my memory! I thought about it, the poem you read to me is not suitable for Audrey Wilson at all."
To be continued...