Hunter's eyes widened in anger.

"I think your place is more adorable than the chocolate Nicky gave you." Winston's voice was light, but it was like the slowly tightened cello strings, with a hint of ambiguity in its lowness.

Hunter's feelings can't be worse.

"Drink water." Winston comforted.

"Oh..." Hunter took the water cup, but the next sentence Winston said was about to break him down.

“Your voice sounded nice last night.”

Winston turned his face, his hair slowly slid from his ears, his eyelashes were too close to him, as if he was about to tease his eyes.

Hunter almost sprayed the water.

"Your voice is also very nice!" Hunter gave back unhappily.

"Or it, in Sochi, if you can beat me, I'll make a better sound for you."

Winston half-tilted his chin, his eyes filled with an unconditional fascination with Hunter.

Hunter's heart was pulled into Winston's eyes.

Winston's voice...a low, hoarse and sexy voice... When Hunter remembered the breath he made in his ear last night, he almost reacted again.

At this time, Winston got up, and a fire burned deep in Hunter's heart.

"Okay, I've seen your striptease. You said you want to make a better sound for me. I want to know what kind of sound you are!"

At this time, Hunter put one hand on his knee and spread his legs wide open. The legs of his pajamas fell down. Winston only turned his head and looked around.

Hunter was annoyed. What does it mean if he didn't say a word?

This competition will definitely make you look good!

With Hunter's little excitement, the free practice race at Hoganheim Raceway kicked off. Due to the straight and gentle curves of the track, Shen Xi used a harder suspension adjustment, and Shen Chuan also led the engineer team to lower the downforce.

Hunter's performance in the free practice game surprised Marcus, who ran the fastest lap.

This also makes the entire team look forward to his qualifying race.

When Hunter passed the passage and left with the convoy, he happened to run into the Lotus team.

After excellent performances in the first two stops, Chen Mobai has become Lotus' fixed lineup. This is an opponent that needs attention.

Hunter still remembers that this guy surpassed Irving in the last race.

When the two passed by, Chen Mobai still had such a deep smile.

Hunter suddenly thought, why didn't this guy attend the "male rabbit party"! If he also put on rabbit ears, he would be able to ridicule him.

"Are you wondering why I didn't wear rabbit ears?" Chen Mobai asked.

“Eh?”

"Because Winston has the strength to catch up and I also have the strength to fight with the drivers, at least you, Irving and Shire. My chances of winning are less than one-fifth, so I will not agree to Winston's challenge because of face issues." Chen Mobai left with a smile.

It sounds so reasonable, Hunter is speechless.

Then Hunter met the Mercedes-Benz again. Charles deliberately pretended not to see Hunter and was about to walk over. But Hunter became ill-hearted and put it on his shoulder, pretending to be familiar with him.

"Did Winston make any bets with you in this competition?"

"No." Charles pulled Hunter's arm down.

"What a pity."

Even the commentator opened his mouth half open and didn't know what to say.

Finally, at the end of the qualifying match, Charles won the pole position, Winston was second, Hunter was third, and Irving and Chen Mobai were next.

Hunter returned to the convoy, took off his hard hat and breathed out.

Four hours later, the main competition will begin.

"Boy, is this goal the champion?" Marcus wanted to touch Hunter's head, but Hunter's hair was sweating, so he gave up the idea.

"Of course." Hunter smiled.

"Hunt... Although it's not good to ask you before the end of the main race, the Australian stop after the end of this stop is the last stop... Will you still stay with our team?" Marcus asked with a serious expression.

"Where am I going if I don't stay here?" Hunter raised his head and drank a big mouthful of water.

"For example, Ferrari or Mercedes-Benz, McLaren and Red Bull should be your choice."

"So what? Our contract has not expired yet, right?" Hunter said with a look of "not understanding what you are worried about at all."

“The liquidated damages are not worth mentioning for those big fleets.”

"Hahaha! You finally realize my value now! You must give me an annual salary next year!" Hunter patted Marcus on the shoulder.

"You really won't leave?"

"Where to go? If a driver wants to excel, he needs to have outstanding opponents. Winston is at Ferrari, Irving is at Red Bull, and Charles is at Mercedes-Benz. I will not go to the team where my opponent is. I don't want to compromise because of so-called strategy and tactics or overall team planning. Here, there is a team of mechanics and engineers who regard me as a soul, a public relations manager who tolerate me, and you, a team manager who always worrys about me. I know very well that for you, I am not a commodity, I am your achievement." Hunter replied.

Marcus's eyes were a little hot.

He also rewarded Hunter with a hug.

"Okay, let's complete this and the next one with the best team!"

"certainly!"

Hunter suddenly started to touch Marcus.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing with a bad boy?"

"Tsk, find a cigarette to smoke! You look so serious that I get nervous!" Hunter said with a smile.

"Stop touching! I'll find it for you!"

Marcus found a cigarette from instrumentation machine Mark and handed it to Hunter.

"Stop running far!"

"I know! I know!"

Although I always feel that the technical officer should give Hunter the final guidance before the game, Marcus vaguely feels that Hunter no longer needs such guidance.

He has mature judgment and a tacit understanding he has cultivated with the team.

Marcus believes more to them as a whole than those big teams.

Hunter sat in a corner, gently stroked the cigarette with his fingertips, without any intention of lighting it.

"Are you waiting for me to kiss you before the game?" Winston sat down beside him.

Hunter smiled disconcertedly: "I was imagining how good it would sound when I beat you after I beat you."

Winston supported the steps with one hand, leaned slowly towards Hunter's ear, and half-tilted his chin and said, "Don't you think everything I said in your ear?"

Hunter was so excited that he fell from the heat between his lips that he directly smashed his knees to the other party, but was blocked by Winston.

The other party smiled slightly, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were extremely sexy.

"What if I beat you again?" Winston asked, leaning away a little, looking at Hunter with his chin.

"Then I'll give you a gift," Hunter replied.

"Gift? For me, nothing else is a gift except packing it yourself to give it to me," Winston replied.

His voice had a clear and transparent feeling.

"Oh, if that's the case, I'll never give you a gift." Hunter clapped his hands and stood up. As soon as he was about to leave, his calf was locked by Winston.

"Why can't?" Winston raised his head.

Looking at his eyes from this angle is like falling down.

"Because..." Hunter pulled the corner of his mouth, "I'm already yours. Why did you give yourself twice?"

Winston lowered his head and smiled. He turned his face and kissed him on the calves through Hunter's thick racing suit pants.

The blood and sensations of the whole body were pouring in that direction, Winston's nose gently leaned against Hunter's calves, his closed eyes piously and persistent.

"I won't let you beat me."

"Try it."

Hunter took advantage of the other person's fingers being released and walked away.

When the game came, Hunter looked at Winston diagonally ahead and smiled.

Looking back on myself who had just entered Formula One, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t figure it out. My heart was depressed and my hesitant about my talent, now it seems like an ignorant child is asking for trouble.

At that time, the name Fann Winston was like a distant myth. At this time, he was so close to that guy. The riders he once admired and yearned for, such as Irving and Charles, were around him.

Hunter has never realized as clearly as he is today that he is really one of the top drivers.

"Marcus, I'm going to rush," Hunter said.

"good."

When all five lights went out, Hunter held his breath and rushed up, flowing through the first curve in three steps.
To be continued...