MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 70 First championship

Winston nodded to the staff around him, and followed Hunt to the other side.

Hunter looked at each other with a cold face: "Hey, you said that you paid me for the club, did you really want to make my money?"

Winston did pause for a while, but then calmed down.

"Is Nikki or Irving telling you?"

"What do you want to do?"

Whether Nicky or Irving, Hunter was happy to see them captive.

... Wait a minute, Nicky still forgets, at least he provided himself with very important information.

"Even if the club belongs to me, you spend it in it, shouldn't it be worth paying me? And so far, I haven't asked you for that money."

Winston was right, Hunt couldn't argue.

"Oh, what did you say to Nikki and what you saw in the monitor from the beginning to the end?" Hunter raised his chin, did he make sense of it anyway?

"If I didn't see it, how could I know that you liked my eyes? How could I be sure that it took me so much effort to get close to you? How could I know that nothing happened between you and Nicky, and you didn't treat him So interested? "

Winston went further with each rhetorical question. He obviously didn't mean to intimidate, but made Hunt feel down.

Until his back was against the wall, Hunter swallowed subconsciously, but he still looked into Winston's eyes.

He already knew that this man was truly omnipotent in occupying every direction of his life. He should be afraid in principle, but Hunt didn't have the feeling of facing Merlin.

On the contrary, does Winston spend all his energy except for racing?

Perhaps seeing the determination of uncompromising in Hunter's eyes, Winston slowly lowered his head, leaning on Hunter's forehead: "Don't be angry with me."

Hunt didn't speak.

"You like playing, don't you? So I use them to approach you, it's normal."

"If you don't want me to be angry, then you can no longer take those photos of me and Irving to heart."

"OK." Winston closed his eyes and nodded.

"Since I'm not on my mind, sleep with me tonight."

Before discussing with Owen how to overwhelm Winston's guilt, all of them were thrown away.

"Hunter ..." Winston frowned. "I said it, I can't help it."

When I heard such words before, I might have a sense of crisis and felt that my lower back was hurting. But now when he heard that, Hunt felt a little ... small.

"Can't help but also bear it." Hunt walked past Winston with his pockets in his pockets.

So that night, Hunter tossed enough books.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I returned to the hotel room. Hunter changed into loose clothing and got into the quilt. Winston was still **** unhurriedly.

Hunter leaned on the bedside, touching his chin to admire the lines of Winston's back, and then exclaimed, "Hey-can you take it off a bit faster? Anyway, you have to sleep by my side!"

Hunter never thought he was so proud of it?

"You will regret it," Winston said.

"You can rest assured that I will regret it in my dream." Heng nodded and said.

Winston fell asleep and raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

"Sleep."

"Well, kiss one before bed."

Winston had also deliberately kept the distance between the two. As a result, Hunter stepped up and pressed half of his body against Winston.

"Hunter!"

Winston whispered a warning.

"After so long qualifying, you must be tired there! Let's kiss it, what's the matter! Don't you really like to kiss me?"

Hunt's lips only touched Winston's cheek, and this guy really wanted to avoid him.

Hunter reached out and clasped Winston's chin, kissing strongly.

Today Nicky also boasted that he was manly!

Who knew that less than three seconds, Winston snapped Hunter's shoulder, pressed him back, and directly covered him.

The powerful kiss vented Winston's long-suppressed possessiveness. Hunter was stunned by his sucking kiss, but at the same time he really felt the crisis, because Winston was so hot somewhere that he wanted to be at Hunter's. Fire broke out on my body.

Lying down! You still have energy after qualifying!

Hunter's hand was tightly held down by Winston. Hunter struggled to retract his hand, but Winston tried to crush his wrist.

"Help me out," he said, gritting his teeth in Hunt's ear.

"You make it yourself!"

"If I come by myself, I will go in."

Winston said so hard that Hunter was shocked.

Can only be solved by this guy while being crazy.

Oh shit! Do you want to hold the steering wheel tomorrow!

It was Hunt who wanted to take the opportunity to toss, but did not expect to be tossed by Winston in the end!

The next day, Hunter slept directly to lunch.

Winston was no longer with him.

Hunt reached out and touched where the other party was lying, and took Yu Wen with it, indicating that Winston had been with him for a long time.

Before the race, a team like Ferrari must have the final technical arrangements, Winston cannot be wayward like Hunt.

The note on the bedside is Winston's handwriting: Looking forward to fighting you.

Hunt's fingers touched, feeling the depression left on the paper by the handwriting, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

In the afternoon, Hunter followed the team back to the track.

Is going to start at eight in the evening.

The media is doing a pre-match report. The audience can't restrain their excitement, and the whole of Singapore seems to be following.

Hunter sat in his chair, leaned back, and took a deep breath.

His feet mimicked the clutch, clasping the steering wheel with both hands.

Marina Bay Circuit has its beautiful side and its ruthless side.

Narrow streets and dangerous bends are prone to runaway once the speed is too fast, and even at the end of the straight line section, the speed is too fast or the brakes are not timely, it may rush into the sea.

Must complete this game.

Hunter knows that it really makes sense to pass Winston on such a track.

The race was about to start. Hunter looked at the red Ferrari diagonally ahead, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

If I can beat you this time, as a consolation, do whatever you want with me.

The corner of Hunt's lips turned upward, his eyes sharpened.

As the five lights went out, Hunt rushed out.

Pole's Shire stabilized his advantage and didn't give Owen behind him a chance to threaten himself into the first corner to stay ahead.

Irving's driving was cautious but he didn't stall because of this. The smooth routing kept him away from Winston behind him.

Hunt overtook Winston in a narrow curve, all calculations and plans were left behind, and everything was driven by instinct.

The Marcus team thought that this was just an attempt by Hunter to overtake the Marina Bay circuit, but Winston, who was chased by him, understood that Hunter had started the war.

Hunter's line is sharp, Winston tried hard to defend, almost lost speed because he rushed to the shoulder, but he stabilized the line and kept his position.

In the severity of the audience, Winston seemed thrilling at that moment, but Hunt knew that this guy was intentional.

When Hunt tried to surpass Winston, behind him was also Enzo of the Lotus team looking for opportunities.

Enzo followed Hunter. The previous contest let him know that he can't underestimate the defensive ability of this young teenager. An accidental, chaser will be led by his defense to lose the best line.

In a gentle curve, Enzo tried to overtake Hunter, but Hunter immediately adjusted the line, a swing and flexibly turned, and Enzo dropped a large piece of debris on the car when he passed the shoulder, almost unable to Continue the game.

On lap 17, Shire entered the station for the first time and replaced the hard tire. After leaving the station, he lags behind Irving temporarily. Immediately after the next lap, Irving and Winston entered the station one after the other, and after leaving the station, Irving temporarily fell behind Shire.

Hunt made a wonderful pit stop on the nineteenth lap, chasing Winston on a narrow track, the kind of biting each other, and even when Hunt was slightly ahead in the corner, Winston would overtake The tension caused the audience to sweat their palms.

At this point, Hunt seemed to forget that it was a game, and Winston's judgment and execution of the line made Hunt feel too interesting.

The contest with this man made Hunt's nerves more active and sharp.

Several corners confronted each other, and Hunt was always controlled by Winston at the last moment, and the two even refreshed the lap time of the game!

Hunt became more excited, and the threat to Winston became more apparent.

"He's grown too much, he's getting sharper, and he's almost on Winston's neck." Audrey Wilson sighed on the media table.

"Yeah, can anyone think of this little ghost who has been in the downstream three consecutive times when he just entered Formula One, and now all the big teams on the track are worried." Mr. Cacho also expressed his expression of appreciation.

Just when Winston and Hunter competed with electro-optic flint, as if they were going to squeeze the other side into the white line at any time, Irving in front suddenly turned on the bare shoulders, the apex of the horizontal curve of the body, and at this moment, Winston had already Entered this curve.

Winston delayed the brakes to compete with Hunt for the bend, which also caused him to hit Irving at full speed.

Hunter following Winston's eyes widened and shouted subconsciously: "Winston--"

Winston's response was extremely agile. He immediately adjusted the direction and was about to leave Irving, but Irving's car made a turn, the front suspension system was malfunctioning, and he was about to rub against Winston and crash into the heel. Come in Hunt.

Hunter gritted his teeth and adjusted the direction immediately, but this curve was not generous, and he probably did not have room to avoid!

Winston, which was already about to be safe, crashed into the side of the body with Irving at that moment. Winston's right side body collided with Irving's front wing. The fiber fragments scattered instantly. He resisted Irving and squeezed him towards the buffer zone, leaving room for Hunter to pass through.

When Hunter drove past that curve, it seemed as if the afterglow of the pressure that Winston had endured hit, and the world seemed to be cracking wildly in front of him.

Owen's front wing seemed to hit Winston's body, and Hunt's whole body's bones followed Winston's fierce and unbearable pain.

As he passed by for a brief moment, he saw Winston make a gesture to him: Go!

With a tense heart, Hunter had no chance to turn back.

What about Winston?

How is Winston?

Hunt just wanted to see him again!

He accelerates frantically, and must complete this lap as soon as possible to know how he is doing!

Winston ... Winston ...

Hunter's mind was full of the picture of the man using his body against Irving's runaway car, and all the fragments were repeatedly digging into Hunter's nerves at that moment.

It hurts!

It hurts!

The leading Charm felt faintly behind him, and when he noticed that someone was chasing after him frantically, he found that it turned out to be Hunter!

He seemed to be trying to get Shire out of the track, but still kept at a critical point so he would not be convicted of a foul, but this aggressive chase made Shire grit his teeth.

He lost to Hunter in the last race, this time absolutely not!

Obviously this track is more about the stability of handling than speed, but Shir did not hesitate to increase his speed and continue to block Hunter.

Get away!

Everyone get away!

Hunter just wanted to go back to the scene immediately.

He felt mad and just wanted to break through all the restraints and return to the man.

For the first time, Shire felt forced into despair, and almost several times pulled out of the white line. He didn't know what had happened to Hunter's desperation, but such a Hunter could still make no mistakes under the high speed, and Charles felt this little ghost was too terrible.

Finally, Hunter went back to where he had just happened.

Irving and Winston's car looked terrible, fragmented, and outside the buffer zone, there were no more people in the car.

What about Winston?

Hunt gritted his teeth, his mind was pale, and the track in front of him was no longer meaningful.

Marcus's voice came from the radio in the car: "Hunter! Listen! Don't be impulsive! Winston is fine, he just called to tell us to complete the game for him!"

At that moment, discrete thinking returned, and the world went backwards into his eyes.

He could imagine Winston's expression when holding a cell phone, his eyes lowered slightly, calm and calm.

Hunt, finish the game for me.

Taking a hard breath, Hunter's teeth clucked.

I will finish this game.

I will see you as soon as possible!

The Marina Bay track is undulating, and it has extremely high performance requirements.

When Hunt died biting Shire and entered the street circuit, Enzo of the Lotus team behind him also had an accident, and the car body clashed with Renault's Penny.

Penny was knocked out of the rearview mirror, but Enzo's side body was damaged and he must retire. At this time, the game was just over two-fifths, and the withdrawal rate was unexpected for many media.

On the narrow street track, Hunter continued to pose a threat to Shire, and the distance between the two cars was so small that Marcus was crying when he tried to overtake.

"What does this silly boy want to do? Didn't you tell him that Winston is all right? Finish the game for him, not kill him!"

"Trust him, Mr. Marcus. Hunter knows what he wants and what he should do. If other drivers are nervous, they are likely to make irrational decisions, but when Hunt is nervous, ... He will surpass our imagination. "Shen Chuan on the side comforted.

At the end of another lap, Hunt was still the most threatening driver for Shire.

If in the first five laps chased by Hunt, Shire would think the kid was crazy, but now he only feels horrified. What made this young man who participated in the race for the first time at the Marina Bay Circuit, no matter whether he was on the line or braked, was perfect and full of attacking force. Every corner contest was like a death notice issued to Charles If you have to crush him, don't stop.

Shire and Hunt made their second stop.

This gave Donald the lead behind for a while, but Shire took back the first place on the second lap of the pit.

Immediately after passing Donald's side was Hunter, who overwhelmed Donald with his overtaking lane.

"Okay! Ok! Good luck!"

Hunter only felt that there was something in his body that was accumulating, circle by circle, and his thoughts were like waves on the shore. He clearly came through the storm from a distant place, but when he hit the cliff, No loss of strength.

It was another slow curve. Hunter performed overtaking again. Shire clenched his teeth and kept the distance. However, when the two cars came out of the curve, they almost paralleled. Shire accelerated and left on the long straight road. Can throw off Hunter and continue the clash in the next corner.

The ground seemed to burn because of the grip of the galloping tires. Now all the media's focus is on the championship battle between Shire and Hunt!

"It's terrible! Drive like this ... that kid will be in trouble! Now you have to stay calm!" Audrey Wilson clasped her fingers, and she clearly saw that moment Winston was about to avoid Lawrence safely Irving, but his reaction after that was apparently deliberately blocked.

There is only one reason to do this, to protect Hunt, who is keeping up.

But what Hunter is doing now is irrational and is simply a waste of Winston's sacrifice for him.

"No ... Evan Hunt is not the kind of person who would be hit by anything to lose his sanity on the track. Instead, his driving has been flawless so far. You feel his wiring and his brakes carefully This is the Marina Bay Circuit. His tires are off the ground even fewer times than other riders. He wants to take Shire, and he knows what he is doing. "Mr. Cacho put his chin on his eyes and could not hide it enjoy.

The race has entered the last eight laps. Hunter is still following Shire. His corners are braked later than once, and he even turns against the white line. This little ghost is adapting to this track at an amazing speed. The curvature of each curve and the length of each straight are conquered by his driving skills. He will no longer think about the so-called technology, but instinctively.

When a driver drives a track by instinct, it will be very scary.

But Hunt ... I and Owen represent an era.

Our times will not be so easily surpassed by you.

Charles and Hunt were intertwined, and the audience screamed continuously. The track seemed to be broken by the two cars. The two successively brushed the fastest speed of the track.

The final lap contest finally arrived.

The other drivers on the track became the foil, and the whole focus was on Shire and Hunter.

The blood was jumping at his fingertips, as if he was about to break out of his restraint. Hunter's breathing was confined in his throat. One third of the lap passed, Hunter still failed to surpass Shire, just as people thought the victory or defeat of this game was already dust When it was settled, Hunter drove a more speedy but more curved line on a gentle curve. Seeing that it was about to run out of the buffer zone, the audience stood up and Audrey Wilson raised her hand to cover it. Eyes, time is like turning over ...

Hunt's heart fell from a height, as if rushing into the quietest seabed in Winston's eyes, his arms turned the steering wheel, the world rotated in his ears, his miracle turned around the bend of the heart, one step ahead Passed the curve and rushed into the long straight!

Markus opened his eyes with his eyes widened, and the audience's eyes seemed to burst open.

Hunt dashed on the long straight road, like breaking through the seal of time, chasing fast, the two hit the line almost at the same time!

The moment they rushed past, the world was quiet, and the whistling engine sound was drowned by countless startled eyes in an instant.

Hunter's hearing and vision fell apart at that moment.

His heart was beating, his breath was surging.

Until the radio shouted Marcus madly: "Hunter-Hunter! You are the champion of the substation! You won Shire 0.4 seconds! You won! Win!

Finally, he knew what had been stored in his body.

It was his tears.

He leaned his head on the steering wheel and couldn't control his tears all over the helmet.

"Hunt! You're driving the car to claim the prize! Hunt! We're going to celebrate with champagne! Hunt ... Oh ... Hunter ... I have never thought of such a day ...

Marcus is incoherent.

But Hunter said in a husky, choked voice, "Winston ... where is he? I want to hear him ..."

Want to hear him whisper his name.

Want to be picked up by him.

Think of the sound of a heartbeat in his chest.

Everything about him ... Hunter thought terribly.

"Winston ... he's in the hospital ..."

Hunt sat up sharply.

"You said ... what did you say?"

The heart was cold, and the suffocating madness on the track was frozen at this moment.

Fear drowned him instantly.

"Don't be nervous, Hunter. Listen to me ... it seems that Irving's car's front wing smashed into his car and hit his shoulder, but Winston avoided it ... just as if sprained The shoulders are still arms ... but definitely not serious! There is no blood at all! The team doctor thinks he should go for a full body check, this is for sure! We have also been in touch with the Ferrari team, and we will be notified immediately if there is any result . "

Hunter couldn't even help the steering wheel.

Winston was injured? On his shoulder ...

What the driver needs most is physical strength and responsiveness. A small injury can damage the driver's ability and even endanger his career.

Hunter is about to drive the car back. He doesn't want to receive the prize, he's going to the hospital!

At this time, the voice of Winston in the radio communication was that Marcus dialed his cell phone and transferred it. The voice was very low, and the team staff Goldman Sachs celebrated the shout.

"Hunt, congratulations on winning the championship." Winston's voice sounded, even if the world was so noisy and deafening, Hunter could easily filter everything and find his voice.

Hunt opened his mouth and found himself unable to speak a word.

"Hunt, you're going to the awards ceremony, and stand at the highest place to say hello to Charles." Winston's voice was still so quiet, but with a warmth that made Hunt's eyes hot.

"……it is good."

"You must smile confidently. Because I will look at you. I asked Miss Anne to take a picture of you."

"it is good."

Hunter answered forcefully.

"Don't be stupid than scissors hands."

"Okay." Hunter laughed momentarily, but the tears in his eyes were even stronger.

"Remember to put your hand on Shire's shoulder, so he will have a more unhappy expression."

"... You are so bad." Hunt laughed even harder.

"I'm not a good person," Winston replied.

At this time, Shire drove the car to Hunter's side, uncomfortably compared with his middle finger, and shouted, "Shit! How long do you want to stay in place! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Hunt held the steering wheel and shouted, "What are you so anxious for! You are not a champion!"

"I wipe! Do you want to die!" Charr was almost angry.

"Then hit me!"

"You're so proud of you! The next stop makes you cry!"

This is not the first time Hunt has been on the podium, but it is the first time he has reached the highest position.

He made Formula One history this quarter, and a driver from a small and medium-sized team won the championship.

Second is Shire, and third is Donald.

To win this ranking, Donald is also tearful.

When he took the picture, Hunter was holding Donald, and this guy's smiling face was about to bloom. When Hunter stretched out his other hand to hold Shire, the guy arched his shoulder with a bad voice.

"What do you want to do, kid? Take it!"

"Take a picture!" Hunter said for granted.

"You don't have to take a picture by your shoulders!"

"That way the media would say we are bad," Hunt whispered.

"I have a bad relationship with you!" Charr's brows were almost soaring into the air.

"They will also say that you don't have the guts to accept that I won you."

Shir knew it was not an illusion, and Hunt's voice sounded cheap.

He could only let Hunter's arm rest on his shoulder.

"Shit, pleased you!"

"... What's so proud ... I don't have the most important people around."

It was only a small word. Hunter thought that Shire hadn't heard it, but the guy turned his face and his eyes seemed red.

Yeah, why didn't he forget that something happened to Irving. They have been rivals for more than a decade and must be terribly worried now.

After the award ceremony, it is time for media access.

But Hunt was not in the mood to be interviewed at all. He came to Marcus and just opened his mouth. Marcus patted his shoulder: "What are you doing here? Winston's inspection is over. It was only a minor injury, and it was sure that it would not affect his driver's career! It was just this collision that reimbursed Ferrari's car. Miller's guy would be distressed to tears.

Hearing Winston was okay, Hunter's strong smiley face finally did not need to pretend.

"He went back to the hotel. The interview was handed over to me and the public relations manager! I have prepared a car to take you away! Move fast!"

The Marcus fleet is now besieged by the media.

Hunter took off his racing suit in threes, fives and twos, replaced the mechanic's jumpsuit brought by the assistant, pressed the baseball cap down, and squeezed out with several mechanics.

Then he saw Shen Chuan waiting in a car.

"Hey, Hunter, I know you drive very well, but this time I'll send you." Shen Chuan waved.

Hunt's heart warmed. Everyone was thinking about him, whether it was Marcus or Shen Chuan. They must be worried that Hunter will be emotional and will be on the way back.

Hunt has always been shy.

He didn't know what to say when he saw Winston himself.

Just "thank you"?

"Thank you" was too superficial in front of this man. "Thank you" didn't even match Hunt's deep feelings for Winston.

Hunt's toes trembled, his fingers flicked against the edge of the window, and his wrists twisted for a while, and the whole man looked restless.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: There is another place more important to me than the podium.

Winston: Where?

Hunter: In your heart.