"Hey, I'm going to bed? You haven't told me what Winston said to you!"

No matter how loud the men and women in the next room were doing business, Hunter had a beautiful smile on his face.

The back-to-back tense schedule continues.

Hunter flew to Montreal with the convoy.

On the plane, the guy Maddie always looked like he had eaten rotten eggs.

Hunter touched his chin, thinking that if he was not kicked out of the convoy, this guy probably wouldn't have a good face.

Getting off the plane is a night practice competition.

Hunter watched them gallop on the track, but what he thought of was that night, he and Winston drove the sports car to the explosion in the Ferrari test lane.

Crazy in speed without any scruples, but enjoy the sense of control of derailing at any time in direction.

Now McGrady and Luke are the core of the team, but he seems dispensable.

Hunter came to a corner where no one was around and took out a cigarette.

Every time he competes, he needs to use something to cheer himself up. He can't appreciate the mellowness of coffee, so cigarettes become the primary choice.

However, smoking is not good for cardiopulmonary function, so Hunter only sucks one at a time with restraint.

He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of nicotine invading his brain along the blood.

No matter how loud the engine sounds, it has nothing to do with him.

"Give me a snack."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, and the surrounding cigarettes seemed to be a fusion of ice and fire.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Several days later

Hunter: Bru... He really didn't want to be my friend, he really treated me as Oreo, he was that glass of milk!

Blu: What does God's meaning mean?

Hunter: He wants to fuck me!
Chapter completed!