MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 56 Cut off the great white shark

"So?"

"So, feel the track well during the free practice. When the race starts, don't hesitate and trust your feelings."

"Okay." Heng nodded.

"Go on."

"Oh."

"I see you leave."

"I don't want you to watch me!"

"Who wants you to always look at me on the track?"

"I rub! This time I really want to exceed you! Otherwise I will not be reconciled!" Hunter compared the **** to each other.

"Go on." Winston raised his chin.

Hunt turned around and left him step by step.

But my heart was full.

As soon as he returned to the team to report, Marcus hugged him: "I was still worried that you would fall asleep on the plane, and then the flight sent you back to Dubai!"

The other staff members also laughed.

Hunter hurriedly took out the gift he had prepared and distributed it to everyone. Marcus, who had received the tie, burst into tears.

"I never really thought that one day you would bring me a gift. The taste of this tie is really good ..."

"Winston chose it for you."

"I don't think it's like your taste!" Marcus got together and whispered to Hunter, "Honestly, is Winston going to dig you to Ferrari?"

"No! Isn't there only competition between drivers without affection?" Hunty said sternly.

He gave the snacks to Shen Xi, who gave Hunter a bear hug without any hesitation.

"Austin Circuit is one step higher." Shen Chuan smiled and came to Hunter's face, and stretched out his fist.

Hunter suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The Austin circuit needs a strong down-force performance of the car. Shen Chuan must have been confident of this performance to say so to Hunt.

"Okay, this stop ... whether it's Irving or Shire, or Winston, see if I can drag anyone off."

Hunt stretched his fist and collided with Shen Chuan.

The free practice game will not begin until the day after tomorrow, and in these days, Hunter will continue basic fitness exercises and jet lag.

After dinner, Hunter walked near the Austin Speedway, wanted to feel the temperature and air flow near the track, and imagined the audience's shouting.

"Well, Hunter? I didn't expect you to be here?"

With a sound of laughter, Hunter turned his head and saw Lawrence Owen.

Under the night, his handsome face has a somewhat vague mystery.

"I'm going for a walk!" Hunt shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm your teacher, can't you respect me a little bit?" Owen came over and put an arm on Hunter's shoulder.

"You still say? The ones you taught me were either useless or let me out!" Hunter put Irving's arm down.

"How can it be useless? I think it's quite useful. It's just that you don't have enough experience to see the effect."

Hunter didn't know where Irving came from.

Owen lowered his head, and then raised Hunter's hand: "What's your new watch?"

"No, Winston ... change it with me."

Speaking of this, Hunter was also embarrassed by the oolong he put.

"I changed it with you? What happened?"

"It was at the mall in Dubai that I wanted to send him a watch, but when I bought it and sent it to him, I found that there was an identical piece on his wrist!"

"You said you like Vann Winston. You don't even know what watch he wears?" Owen looked at Hunt with the expression "you are hopeless".

"I'm not interested in watches again ..." Hunt slipped his lips.

"So what?"

"Later, I said to return the style. Winston said no, give me his watch, he just wear the one I bought."

At this time, Hunter found that Irving looked at his expression differently, with a touch of recognition and admiration.

"Hunt Hunter! You are really clever! For men, watches worn for a long time are more precious than wedding rings. Winston gave you his watches, don't you think it is like exchanging wedding rings Owen pressed Hunter's shoulder firmly.

In fact, without Owen, Hunter also felt a little bit like that at the time.

"Are you not confident enough now? The guy Winston is definitely interesting to you, otherwise he won't accept your watch."

Hunt's heart burst into joy.

"What then?"

"Come on! After this race, keep up the hard work." Owen hugged Hunter's shoulder. "Suddenly, I don't think you stupid student is really talented."

"Yeah, try again after the game. Now the game is the most important."

"Shit, what do you want?"

"Nothing. If you get squeezed out by Winston, be careful to eat me." Hunter smiled, pursing his pocket and heading to his hotel.

"This kid is ... more and more annoying."

When Hunter saw the hotel door, someone stopped him suddenly.

"Hunter!"

As soon as Hunter looked back, he saw a figure standing under the backlight of a street lamp.

"Who?"

If it's a media reporter, Hunter doesn't remember much.

"You ... don't you remember me?"

When the man came under the light, Hunter recognized it.

"You are with us ... Merlin who washed the sand together! Why are you here?" Hunt was surprised.

"Come here of course to watch the game." Merlin seemed a little excited. "Is this the hotel where you live?"

"Ah ... yes ... I heard Marcus lives here every year and it hasn't changed." Hunter smiled widely.

"I'm really happy that you remember my name. You have so many fans ... I didn't expect to remember me ..." Meilin was obviously excited.

No ... maybe rather than excitement?

"That ... I don't actually have any fans ... hahaha ..."

Suddenly remembering Winston's previous evaluation of Merlin, the Hunter, who was alone, was inexplicably panicked, and he tried to keep smiling, saying, "It's a bit late, I'm going to bed."

"Oh ... of course."

"Then enjoy your game time."

Hunter turned around and walked into the hotel. He entered the elevator before exhaling.

Then I thought I was funny.

He wasn't scared by Merlin, but by Winston.

Soon the free practice session ushered in.

Every minute and every second on the track is crucial to Hunt.

He must understand this track, remember every corner, every ups and downs, and grasp every passing point.

The engineer team led by Shen Chuan is also nervous. They must consider other adjustments based on the data displayed by the driver and the car.

As usual, Hunt will find a corner to smoke his cigarette after each practice match.

And Winston seemed to find him all the time.

"I suddenly felt that this hide-and-seek was meaningless. You can always find me ..." Hunter sighed with regret with a cigarette in his head.

"You can smoke in a more visible place next time." Winston sat down beside him.

Hunter seemed to think of something, smirked and turned to Winston with a smirk. "In fact, I really like the Austin circuit. Especially its ups and downs, ups and downs"

"Little boy." Winston reached out to get the cigarette that Hunt had in his mouth.

But Hunt tilted his head in dissatisfaction: "Don't smoke, little children!"

Winston clasped Hunter's cheek with one hand, reaching for his finger to flick his lower lip directly.

Hunt wanted to shout foul. Who knew that when the teeth were loose, the smoke was taken away by Winston.

"Austin's ups and downs, you like it?" Winston asked.

He took a cigarette **** that had been bitten by Hunter, took a soft breath, and spit it out again.

"It's like rolling sheets!" Hunt said, staring at the other person.

"Oh—" Winston's voice stretched slightly. "Sit on me?"

"Yes! Sit ..."

What a ghost!

The corners of Winston's lips were already hooked.

Hunter is so dissatisfied!

Obviously trying to hook Winston, why is this guy against the routine again?

Don't play anymore!

Hunt got up and left, but Winston raised his hand and clasped his calf: "Your cigarettes are gone?"

"No, you smoke slowly!"

Winston let go of his hand and really smoked there.

Hunt turned away and left.

This won't work!

In the future, if you want to arbitrage this guy, you must consider it carefully and take the opportunity to shoot again. You must not be arbitrated by this guy!

At three o'clock in the morning after the three rounds of free practice, qualifying was ushered in.

Sitting in the car, Hunter closed his eyes and kept remembering all the key points of the Austin circuit.

When he opened his eyes, Shen Chuan was beside him.

"Hunter, we are always with you. You know, every game you play is our further foundation."

"I know."

Henry nodded.

The auditorium on the Austin circuit is almost boiling.

From the beginning he would be disturbed and disturbed by these voices, and now he can habitually eliminate all the disturbing voices, he knows that his self-control ability has become stronger and stronger.

Qualifying competition is still full of gunpowder. Irving occupies a dominant position in Q1. He is skilled in turning and turning, even on a track like Austin, his fluency has not been affected in the slightest, and even the helicopter aerial pictures appear as if he is shuttle through the sea.

Shire and Winston's lap times are comparable, and they are also very threatening to Irving, but before the end of Q1, Hunter's lap speed continued to increase and stabilized behind the two of them.

Q2 started, and competition became more apparent. Although it is a track without smoke, it gives the audience a sense of war. Irving was overtaken by Shire in the middle of the second round of qualifying, but in the late stage, Winston overtook Shire and ranked first.

By Q3, the top three were still changing, and the audience was very nervous.

Hunter narrowed his eyes and played the performance of the car unreservedly, surpassing Irving in third place! Although this position was chased by Irving without insisting on two laps, it still excited the Marcus team.

At the end of qualifying, Winston got pole position, Shire came second, Irving was third, and Hunter maintained the fourth position to attract the attention of the media. No one can use luck to explain the young man. The teenager played.

The Marcus team also followed the rising tide, and before the end of the race, they received a notice from the Nikki Group to increase their sponsorship.

But Hunt didn't feel relieved about his qualifying results.

He sat quietly in the position, drinking water, and listening to the technician's analysis.

From the lap times in qualifying, he knows that they are familiar with the track, or that Irving, who is familiar with this style of height difference, is indeed ahead of him.

This lead may seem subtle, as if it can be broken with a single poke, but Hunter understands that it is not enough to work hard.

Maybe just like what Winston said before the game, believe in your feelings.

If you want to kill an enemy that is more powerful than yourself, you must be more aggressive than the other.

"Hunter ... if you can hold the fourth ..."

Before Marcus had finished speaking, Hunt stuffed a small loaf and gagged.

"Keep my seat? Behind me is Enzo of the Lotus, McLaren's Duchouni, Renault's Penny, Sobo's Donald ... any one ... as long as I breathe a sigh of relief Go over my shoulder to my front ... Marcus, we are no longer the stage to hold. "

Hunt's eyes looked at Marcus.

Those eyes were not pure enthusiasm, but rather calm.

He knows his position, knows his situation, and even knows his opponents who are always behind him ready to overtake him.

"Yeah ... we are not just chasers, but also the targets of others." Marcus reached out and grabbed Hunter's shoulder, looking back at him with the same forceful eyes, "Enjoy all your skills. If you You're crazy, we're going crazy with you. "

"Thanks, this is what I want."

Hunt laughed.

Marcus was a little bit embarrassed. When did he start growing up and couldn't keep up with this little ghost?

No ... no ... no, how can such technology and determination belong to children?

Evan Hunt is already a man who knows what his goals are.

At this time, Irving of Red Bull Racing is stretching his seat.

"Ah ... so annoying!"

"What's up? Because pole position was taken away by Vann Winston, or is Shire in front of you again?" The team's technical officer came to Irving and smiled.

"No, I hate that Evan Hunt is right behind me."

Owen frowned, his pretty green eyes narrowed.

He supported his chin with his hands, and stepped back and forth on the ground with his right foot.

"Are you nervous? Aren't you ... Irving ..."

"That kid wants to run over me," Owen said.

"The results of Formula One are not absolute. But your experience and skills are above him ..."

"You don't know, when it comes to driving technology, any driver driving in front of him cannot guarantee that he is better than him. But once the kid has locked his goal, you will not be able to breathe to the last minute.

"So?"

"So I want to thank him for his existence. It is because of him that I must go ahead and leave the pressure to others." Owen chuckled his lips and smiled.

In anticipation, the Austin circuit ushered in the race.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sunlight was not very bright, and even a little soft.

In this softness, the fight on the track is about to begin.

Each team has its own car, and the audience is waiting for the start of this fast carnival.

When all five lights went out, Winston, who won the pole position, rushed out first, and passed the first uphill curve with an incomparable momentum.

Shire made no corners, so did Irving.

Hunter followed sternly, without being distanced.

And behind him was like a big dogfight, Penny and Duchuny followed closely behind, and their goals were both Hunter.

Don't think about the jackal behind you, look at the lion ahead!

The first slow corner, Owen felt Hunter's approach.

This little ghost is really bolder than before, but it is definitely his more confident technique that makes him so bold!

The undulations of the mountain for several consecutive laps, such a drop requires greater braking capacity when cornering, but Hunt's operation is so precise that Owen feels like a lingering shadow.

In order to get rid of this shadow, Irving began a very sharp competition with Shire in the first ten laps.

When Irving passed Shire on the twelfth lap, the fierceness of the two cars even sparked on the ground. Irving took the lead. Although the advantage was not obvious, he completely snatched it with his superb routing. It gave Shire a chance to overtake.

At that moment, Irving exhaled and ran on the long straight road.

"Dear Charles, I'll leave you with Evan Hunt!"

Owen now wants to capture the red F1 ahead at full speed.

Hunter entered the station to change tires, and after the team landed on the ground, Hunter was temporarily behind Renault's Penny.

After two or three laps, Hunter started a strong catch.

Famous player Penny's defensive driving was broken by Hunter, and he almost missed the alignment and entered the buffer zone, but Hunter overtook Penny as if depicting the Xingyue and rushed forward to Char.

"Fuck-this little devil again!" Charr cursed in his heart.

Soon the two cars started to make a round of confrontation. Shire hit the steering wheel, and there was a momentum to drive Hunter out of the track, but Hunter resisted the pressure, not only did not collide with Shire, but also The wonderful track keeps the distance following Shire.

At that moment, Shire understood that this little ghost was different from Abu Dhabi.

Every game seems to be able to let him absorb what, and they will become the nutrients that he absorbed.

In the S1 continuous curve, Hunter once again initiated the overtaking of Shire.

This time, Charles was breathing with his breath in his throat. He knew he couldn't make any mistakes. The two cars alternated. It seemed that Hunter was going to overtake Charles in the first bend, but was pulled back by Charles Shire still leads after the turn.

At this time, Charles laughed, and for a long time no such **** opponent appeared.

Honestly, they always played against Irving and Winston, and Shire was a bit tired.

Hunt's pursuit made him excited, as if he had returned to the age when he had just entered Formula One.

Irving in the first corner successfully passed Winston in the first corner, but was overtaken by Winston in the same corner two laps later.

I don't know why. Obviously many attempts to surpass Shire failed, but Hunter didn't feel discouraged. On the contrary, he was more confident every time.

"His condition is so good ..." Marcus sighed.

Hunter and Shire pitted one after the other, and at the same time, Shire's goal was Irving, but Hunter was behind him again.

The two cars competed again on the No. 1 turn, and the audience was frightened, fearing that they would hit each other, but Hunter and Shire knew it was impossible.

They kept their distances in parallel and successively took turns, as if they were about to fly, making the entire hall scream.

With few laps left, Hunt narrowed his eyes.

Well, Shire, I've adapted to you so many laps, let's get a little excited!

In a slow curve, Hunter started a braking contest with Shire. They are not afraid of taking risks. They almost all brake at the same time. This contest has three consecutive curves, and in the third to last lap Hunter looked at an exit and was about to rush into the buffer zone because of the pressure on the shoulders, but he reversed strongly. At the same time, Shire's car was on the verge of losing control and was pulling back the driving line with superb reaction ability. Few people could see what was happening, including Hunt himself, and everything felt like following him. He walked in front of Shire who adjusted the line with a powerful route, and rushed out of the dust.

The audience stood up and shouted.

Marcus clenched his fists and opened his mouth wide!

Hunt seemed to feel nothing, heading straight ahead.

With two laps remaining, Shire started catching up with Hunt.

The battle between them continued, but Hunter caught the line perfectly, crossing Irving across the finish line!

"Oh ... he got the third? He cut off Great Shark?" Marcus turned his face innocently, looking at the technical officer next to him.

"... It should be ..."

Two seconds later, the team behind them screamed wildly.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: I must bite you off next time!

Winston: Yeah.

Hunter: Don't treat me like a child! What do you touch my head for! Uh ... where do you touch? Don't touch it there!

Winston: Then don't try too hard when you bite me.

Hunter: Ah?

Winston: I teach you to bite like this.

Hunter: Go away! My new casual pants!