Hunter felt an immense sense of reassurance as he watched Shen Chuan and Shen Xi examine the final data.
“What’s up? You keep looking at me like that, and I’m worried Winston will kill me.” Shen Chuan looked up with a calm smile.
“I just feel incredibly lucky,” Hunter replied.
“What do you mean?” Shen Chuan put down the tablet and turned his head to look at Hunter.
“There are more and more outstanding engineers like you and Little Xi in this field, and the performance of the cars is improving by leaps and bounds. Formula 1… has entered an era of speed comparable to rockets.”
“So?”
“So, the value of drivers will become increasingly blurred, and the demands on them will become higher. But it is precisely because of geniuses like you that I have the opportunity to break the big teams’ monopoly on Formula 1 rankings. So I’m very lucky. And I’m even luckier to still be able to hold on to my dreams, prove my worth, and have competitors who drive me to never fall behind… I’m truly lucky.” Hunter replied with a sincere expression.
“If maturity comes at the cost of making you say such sentimental things, I’d rather you remain heartless and childish forever.” Shen Chuan stretched his arm to tap Hunter’s forehead. Then he looked behind Hunter, indicating that someone wanted to speak with him.
Hunter turned around and saw McGrady.
“Oh… McGrady…”
McGrady looked a bit awkward. He was silent for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of how to start the conversation.
“…You should know that after this race, my contract with the Marcus team will expire.”
“Yeah, I know. I heard that the Williams team is planning to sign you, and it’s almost certain.”
“You know, you really weren’t a good teammate at first.”
“I know.”
“And you still aren’t.”
“Well… I’m slowly getting better…”
“But the current you makes me proud. I’ll always take pride in mentioning that we were once teammates.”
Hunter paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly becoming warm.
He remembered the argument he had with McGrady in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix. He had always understood that what McGrady cared about was his attitude toward Formula 1.
Hunter reached out his arm and hugged McGrady tightly.
“We’re going to enjoy this last race together.”
“Of course, so whatever happens, don’t look back.” McGrady firmly pressed Hunter’s back.
During the free practice session, Hunter felt more meticulous and sensitive than ever as he navigated the twists and turns of the track. He felt the grip of the tires in each corner and the pressure from the g-force on his neck. He imagined countless scenarios in his mind and then put them into practice in the next lap of practice.
After the practice session, Shen Chuan led the engineering team to adjust the brake system to be more gentle, adapting it to the bumps on the track. To ensure the car’s torque when exiting corners, they also adjusted the balance system.
Before the qualifying race, Hunter isolated himself in the lounge, sitting in the dark and speaking to no one. Standing outside, Marcus grew increasingly worried.
“I’ve never seen this kid like this… Should we get the team’s psychologist to have a chat with him? As long as he does his best, I’ll be satisfied, even if he finishes last.”
Shen Chuan pulled Marcus away. “He just needs to concentrate. To achieve greater success than before, he has to put in more effort.”
Still, Marcus was nervous as hell.
It wasn’t until Hunter came out from the lounge that his face showed a calm expression with a hint of composure.
As he passed Marcus, he punched him with his fist.
“I’ve never taken pole position in a qualifying race before.”
Marcus staggered back a step.
“Whether it’s Owen, Ciel, or Winston, they’re probably used to me threatening or overtaking them from behind. But always doing that is pretty boring, right?” Hunter smiled at Marcus.
There was a touch of youthful defiance and a bit of arrogance.
For some reason, Marcus’s tense mood suddenly became bright.
“This time, I want to experience what pole position feels like. I want everyone to chase me like crazy.”
Hunter approached his race car, bowed his head, and pressed his ear against the engine.
His posture was devout and solemn.
“Go.” Shen Chuan crossed his arms and lifted his chin.
“If you don’t get pole position, I’ll electrocute you,” Shen Xi said seriously.
Marcus exhaled, “It’s not only them who are chasing you like crazy but also us.”
Hunter put on his fireproof mask, and Marcus helped him with his helmet.
In this qualifying race, Hunter fully utilized the knowledge he accumulated about the track during the free practice session.
His cornering was so smooth that the commentators stood up and applauded, and his acceleration on the straights and braking at the ends of the straights were so sharp that they stirred people’s emotions.
In the first qualifying session, Hunter’s lap times were consistently in the top three. Owen and Winston were ahead, while Ciel posed the most significant threat to Hunter’s position.
Even though it was just qualifying, the commentators and audience could clearly sense the high quality of cornering and braking from all the drivers, as if this session would determine their fate.
The intensity of the competition rose to another level in the second session. In the fight for lap times, Ciel and Hunter almost collided at a corner. The audience watched with bated breath, but Hunter and Ciel maintained a gap and continued side by side on the straight.
Ciel gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the boiling fighting spirit emanating from the car pressing close beside him. His heart was tense, and even on the gentlest curves, he felt like his racing line was on the edge of a knife.
By the middle of the second qualifying session, Hunter’s lap time was already on par with Owen’s. The top three positions started to shift constantly.
It was like a squeezing contest, relentlessly trying to crush each other. Hunter overtook Owen, moving into second place and directly threatening Winston’s pole position.
“Good job, good job…” Marcus’s hands were shaking.
“Pole position… pole position… pole position…”
The mechanics and engineers waited eagerly in anticipation.
The third qualifying session began as a high-speed spectacle. Hunter’s lap times were scorching the track as he engaged in a fierce battle with Winston.
Speed became a weapon, tearing through the air and cutting through the viewers’ attention, with their lap times reaching new heights. Even Mr. Miller, the Ferrari team’s manager, was holding his head.
“Is he trying to burn out the tires? Is he trying to burn out the tires?”
The closer Winston’s lap time got, the clearer Hunter’s mind became. It was as if something was inflating his heart, and he was holding it back, waiting to burst at the critical moment.
He could feel that Winston’s speed wasn’t an obstacle; rather, it was like a powerful force pushing him through every corner and over every straight, beyond everyone’s expectations and imagination.
Hunter completed the third qualifying session with precise corner control.
“…” Mr. Marcus had his mouth half-open, wondering who was faster.
“It’s Hunter! It’s Hunter! It’s our Hunter!”
“He got the pole position!”
“Hunter took pole position!”
“Oh… oh…” Marcus widened his eyes, turned around, and hugged Shen Chuan beside him. “It’s the pole position!”
This qualifying session drove the audience into a frenzy.
After securing the pole position, Hunter pounded the steering wheel with his helmet.
“He’s finally gone from being the chaser to the one being challenged.” Mr. Cacho exhaled, “It’s just… If he’s still in this state in the race, I can’t help but imagine him racing ahead under the stars and moon, being chased by everyone… It’s so damn fast!”
When Hunter took off the top of his racing suit and tied it around his waist, he walked through the passage and bumped into Owen coming the other way.
Owen clapped his hands without hesitation. “Well done, Hunter.”
He didn’t call him “Little Hunter” because this time he regarded Hunter as a full-fledged opponent, not just a kid.
“When you’re chasing me, remember to focus and push harder. Otherwise, I’ll leave you further and further behind.” Hunter tapped Owen’s chest with the back of his hand.
“Oh my, so arrogant, yet somehow it feels so cute!” Owen said with a smile, watching Hunter’s back.
Ciel came up beside Owen with a bottle of mineral water and nudged him lightly. “Do you suddenly feel young again?”
“Yeah, just like being twenty again.”
Hunter entered the restroom, faced the mirror, and adjusted his breathing. He cupped some water in his hands and splashed it on his face.
Someone came to his side and handed him a tissue. The person’s slender, elegant fingers and red racing suit seemed to set Hunter’s gaze ablaze.
Hunter grabbed the tissue Winston offered, casually wiped his face, and threw it into the trash can.
He beckoned to Winston with a curl of his finger. As Winston leaned in slightly, Hunter suddenly gripped the back of his neck and kissed him forcefully. His tongue was like a passing hurricane, but as soon as Winston closed his eyes, it was over.
“That’s it?” Winston’s voice was soft, his eyes still half-closed.
“Did you want to fuck me during qualifying?” Hunter deliberately tugged at his racing suit hanging at his waist.
“Yeah.”
“Your desire wasn’t strong enough; that’s why you let me take pole position in the qualifiers.” Hunter raised his chin, looking at him.
“And now?” Winston’s voice was husky, like sandpaper on the verge of catching fire, scraping across Hunter’s nerves.
Hunter lowered his gaze to Winston’s eager area and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk. He suddenly remembered the first time he spoke to Winston in the restroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, and now this scene felt strangely familiar.
Hunter raised his eyebrows. “Even though… there’s enough time to help you out, you should save it. Chase me harder on the track so I can go even faster.”
Hunter put on his racing suit and headed toward the door.
“Oh, by the way.”
“What?”
“Vann, you’re my super engine.”
With that, Hunter strode out.
Ahead of him was a bright corridor, and at the end of the passage, the view was incredibly wide.
He let out a breath. No era ever truly ends, whether it belonged to Ciel and Owen or him and Winston. They were all just a part of this turbulent world. Now, he was going to make his own mark.
For the first time, he would start from pole position.
When the technical officer gave him the final instructions, he was so excited that even his fingers were shaking.
He tilted his head back slightly, waiting for a long time, but the other person didn’t say anything.
Hunter patiently waited, and the person finally just patted his shoulder. “We’ve come this far… All the analysis and strategies don’t matter that much now. I hope you can run freely in today’s race. We’ll be watching you, always watching you.”
Hunter smiled, “Okay.”
He glanced back at everyone and mouthed, “I’ll come back to see you as quickly as possible.”
Albert Park Circuit was the venue for Hunter’s first pole position start.
There were no opponents in front of him, but he was well aware of the relentless waves of pursuit behind him.
He would either be drowned… or use this momentum to reach a peak no one else could attain!
Hunter gripped the steering wheel, waiting for the five lights to go out.
In that instant, he sprinted out without reservation, the air steaming as it was pushed aside by his speed. Ten thousand horses galloped behind him, but he was the first to reach the first corner.
He aimed to push the speed to its maximum, only downshifting from sixth to third gear at the last moment. Winston made a sharp cut-in, but Hunter’s line kept him ahead as he surged toward Turn 2.
As the g-force put immense pressure on Hunter’s neck, he gritted his teeth and held on, his arms turning the steering wheel as the car exited the corner in a wild stance, almost brushing past Winston, who nearly overtook him at the apex.
“Whoa—” The audience gasped in waves.
Behind Winston, Owen, and Ciel were like blades, ready to pierce his back.
Even from a distance, people could feel the explosive thrill of the chase.
Hunter maintained the lead for three consecutive laps, fully controlling the track and his car while the drivers behind battled fiercely, making it nerve-wracking to watch.
On the fifth lap, Owen used superb braking control between Turns 5 and 6 to overtake Winston, closing in on Hunter.
A smile tugged at Owen’s lips, but his jaw was clenched tight. He had thought he could set aside his pursuit of speed to do something more interesting, but ultimately, he realized that… the most interesting thing was always on the track.
As they entered Turn 7, he and Hunter were nearly parallel, the track vibrating as if it would be destroyed by the resonance of their engines.
Hunter’s mind was empty, relying entirely on instinct. His racing line and steering control seemed effortless yet flawless.
Mr. Cacho gently covered his chest in the grandstand.
“Evan Hunter has truly matured.”
“Mature? I only feel that he is terrifying…!” Audrey Wilson beside him wasn’t quite sure. “It’s as if he wants to smash everything and won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”
“Knowing what you want, isn’t that also a form of maturity?”
Hunter shot out of the corner with a slight advantage, the side wings of the two cars nearly colliding. But just as the audience feared the flags would wave, they parted with remarkable synchrony.
Hunter accelerated down the straight, and as he sped past row after row of spectators, they felt a sensation as if being pulled from their seats.
The duel between him and Owen lasted almost six laps. Behind them, Ciel and Winston were also engaged in fierce combat, their cars exiting the corners as if throttling each other’s throats.
Winston exited the corner aggressively, while Ciel maintained his line, charging toward the straight.
Hunter decided to pit on lap 18. The Marcus team’s mechanics worked at such a high pace that their tire-changing speed left all the major teams completely astonished.
As Hunter exited the pit lane, Winston was already ahead of him, with Ciel following closely behind.
Marcus nervously asked the technical officer next to him, “Did Hunter pit too early?”
“No, he didn’t. We have to trust his instincts.”
Hunter closely tailed Winston and raised the corners of his lips.
Baby, it’s rare for me to be chased by you; how can I let you take the lead so easily?
Ahead was Turn 7. Some say the best overtaking spot on the Albert Park Circuit is on the straights, but if it’s Evan Hunter… then anywhere is possible!
He engaged in a close battle with Winston, charging into the apex with the audacity to risk crashing into the run-off area. Yet, Hunter’s racing line was flawless, and while Winston exited the corner first, Hunter gained more speed due to his line. As they entered the straight, a slight drift brought Hunter side by side with Winston, instantly recovering the pit stop time gap.
The two were neck and neck, with no clear winner in the following series of corners, making the next two laps both thrilling and heart-stopping for the audience.
“This is the Formula 1 we want to see! It’s not just a showcase of high-performance cars; it keeps us guessing until the end!” Mr. Cacho couldn’t help but applaud vigorously.
After several laps, Winston’s timing on his racing line and acceleration impressed Hunter.
Winston used his skills to captivate Hunter’s attention and control his thoughts, trying to lock Hunter within his domain.
Hunter remembered what Winston had said before—he wanted Hunter to always be looking at him.
Wasn’t it the same for Hunter? Such a powerful desire beyond everything else.
I’ve been chasing you for a long time, and this time, Vann Winston—watch closely. The only one in front of you is me!
Hunter endured intense g-force at Turn 12 and continued through Turn 13 in sixth gear, neck and neck with Winston. Immediately after, both cars slammed on the brakes, abruptly decelerating like a folding world. In a split second, Hunter deftly controlled the throttle, shifting to third gear at the most subtle moment. The parallel balance between the two cars was disrupted, their lines intertwining like the necks of swans, and Hunter exited the corner ahead!
“Oh…”
“How did he do that?”
“Beautiful… just beautiful!”
The audience erupted in cheers.
Hunter burst out of the dust, shattering the constraints of time and racing toward the next corner.
But Winston wasn’t finished yet. After pitting to change tires, he fought fiercely with Ciel, who was closing in. Once again, he took the lead, beginning another chase after Hunter.
It was like an endless battle. Hunter was recklessly provoked, while Winston tried his best to crush him. Yet, the more they pushed each other, the faster they went. Hunter had just set the fastest lap of the race and was about to be overtaken by Winston.
The trembling dust on the ground made it seem as though the planet was about to split open. The continuous roar of engines, rising and falling, merged with the frenzied shouts of the spectators into a madness that burned everything.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, with sunlight struggling to peek through the gaps. The moisture in the air evaporated entirely.
Hunter continued his duel with Winston, and not far behind them were Owen and Ciel, ready to overtake at any moment.
The four cars decelerated through Turns 15 and 16, with braking timing and control surpassing everything. The wheels turned, and the air pushed back powerfully against the side wings and rear of the cars.
When people feared they might collide in the corners, many covered their eyes. But as if by a miracle, each driver’s racing line was sharp, showcasing strong judgment and control. Hunter avoided all competitors, leaving them in the dust.
Winston closely followed, his gaze locked onto Hunter ahead, as the audience eagerly anticipated the climax.
My Hunter… if you want to soar in the vast sky, I will give you boundless space!
The world’s enthusiasm was drowned out by Winston’s cold sharpness, but Hunter could feel the force behind him, ready to sweep away and destroy his world. He heard his own breathing and heartbeat, and as the two cars entered the end of the long straight, Hunter suddenly occupied the inner line, delaying his braking and skillfully blocking Winston as they exited the corner!
Such split-second judgment was like cutting water with a knife, a breathtaking display of momentum!
The crowd shouted.
Marcus watched the screen, his teeth clenched. “Don’t get overtaken! Don’t get overtaken…”
Just as people feared Hunter’s slower corner exit speed would allow Winston to overtake, he steadily held his position and accelerated, drawing everyone’s breath as he gracefully pulled away.
In that second, time seemed to stand still, followed by a wave of astonished gasps from the audience.
Ahead lay the finish line, and Hunter had no reservations. He arrogantly floored the throttle, charging forward with the momentum of an engine ready to explode.
Meanwhile, Winston’s red silhouette continued to approach from the side like a massive wave, propelling him to the clouds.
Winston… someone once told me that Formula 1 is a battle between losing control and self-control.
So is loving you.
The two cars crossed the finish line nearly side by side.
Shortly after crossing the line, Hunter heard the sound of his tire blowing out.
He calmly controlled his speed as the world spun around him. The only clear thing was the red Ferrari beside him, shielding him.
When the final race results were revealed, Marcus’s jaw trembled, unable to speak.
Two seconds of silence passed before the roar from Marcus’s team nearly lifted the roof.
Hunter’s car finally came to a stop. He leaned against the steering wheel, breathing heavily, and began to laugh.
At that moment, he finally understood what Owen meant when he said that having an opponent is more important than winning or losing.
When you go beyond speed, surpassing the limits you set for yourself… you realize how vast the world is and how long the track stretches ahead!
Hunter turned his face to the side and extended his hand to Winston.
No matter where we go, no matter how unpredictable each race may be, don’t leave me.
Because you have defined my present and my future.
This was the third time Hunter stood on the podium as the champion of a Formula 1 race, but it was the first time he had surpassed Winston in a race.
The media surged forward, yet Hunter found himself calmer than ever before.
The praise and fame no longer overwhelmed him. He knew who he was.
With a faint smile, he welcomed the cheers from the world, and Winston was right beside him.
Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head and abruptly kissed the corner of Winston’s lips.
Amidst the media’s astonishment, thinking this was merely Hunter expressing joy to his best friend, Winston lifted Hunter up, shedding all restraint and rationality, and passionately kissed him back.
Standing nearby, Ciel twitched the corner of his mouth in annoyance, walked down, and began clapping. Two seconds later, the rest of the crowd joined in.
Ciel slowly retreated, approached Owen, bumped his shoulder, and said, “Do you still feel content with retirement?”
“Ah… so arrogant it’s infuriating. Suddenly, I feel like enduring three more years won’t be a problem,” Owen replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, our era isn’t over yet. I think I’m still leading the annual driver’s championship points this year, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” Owen nodded.
This season’s Grand Prix concluded with Hunter’s stunning victory, and that post-race kiss became an iconic moment remembered for many years.
Ciel’s Mercedes team won the annual championship, and he topped the drivers’ standings. Winston was second, Owen third, and Hunter fourth.
Marcus kept staring at the image on his phone of Winston kissing Hunter, pondering, “I thought they had a pure friendship! It feels like my kid secretly started dating behind my back! When did they get together! Wait… if Hunter could persuade Winston to join our team, we could definitely dominate F1 next year!”
The PR manager sighed helplessly, “What on earth makes you think that?”
“Shouldn’t we be worried about Ferrari poaching Hunter?” the technical officer wondered aloud.
Meanwhile, the Ferrari manager was also gazing at his phone, indulging in endless imagination, “If Winston could persuade Hunter to join Ferrari, they could race in matching cars like couple outfits. Wouldn’t that be great?”
From November to February of the following year, media speculation was rampant: would Hunter and Winston become teammates?
After the race, Hunter insisted on taking everyone out to dinner, and the venue was, surprisingly, a fast-food burger joint!
Ciel felt annoyed as he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant with his hands in his pockets.
“I should be hanging out with beautiful women and living it up, not attending some childish… burger party…”
Owen, who followed behind him, chuckled. “This kid has quite a social circle. Donald from the Sauber team, as well as Duchovny and Penny, and people from Williams and Force India, are here too?”
“I think I should just head back.” Ciel turned to leave, but Owen wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t be like that. Burgers make you young!”
“I never thought of myself as old!”
“When you find burgers childish, it’s a sign that your mindset is aging!”
Owen led Ciel into the burger joint.
At this moment, Hunter was standing with his arms crossed, facing Chen Mobai.
“I heard you’re quitting Formula 1.”
“That’s normal. No matter where you are, there are always people coming and people leaving,” Chen Mobai replied with a smile.
“I see regret in your eyes. I bet I’ll still see you next season,” Hunter said, lifting his chin slightly.
“Didn’t expect you to be so attached to me.”
“Come on, it’s because I haven’t managed to push you off the track yet!” Hunter retorted, widening his eyes.
“Haha, I didn’t realize you harbored such resentment toward me. I heard you were upset just because I chatted with Winston about some adult matters.”
“What adult matters!”
“Take a guess?” Chen Mobai raised an eyebrow with a grin. “I heard you and Owen get along rather well.”
“Since when did I get along with Owen?”
“We have a pure friendship!” Owen sat down next to Hunter.
“Oh… how pure?” Chen Mobai suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Hunter in the lower back.
Hunter stumbled right into Owen’s arms, and just then, he heard a click. Chen Mobai raised his phone.
“Mr. Hunter, I can assure you that what Winston and I have is definitely purer than what you and Owen have.”
After saying that, Chen Mobai casually grabbed a burger, took a bite, and walked away.
“Hey! You’ve got guts. Let’s race again next year!”
Chen Mobai waved his hand as he walked off into the night.
Hunter felt a bit melancholic at that moment.
As Chen Mobai had said, in this world, some people come, and naturally, some leave.
But soon, Hunter realized he was in big trouble as Winston entered the restaurant with a cold expression.
Even Donald, who was happily joking around, froze on the spot.
Winston’s gaze swept over to Owen, who was sitting at the table teasing Hunter while also drinking with Ciel.
“What’s going on…” Owen sensed something was off.
Winston tossed his phone into Hunter’s arms.
Hunter unlocked it and saw a text message from Chen Mobai to Winston. The message read: Your Hunter said he and Owen have a pure friendship!
Attached was the photo of him being kicked into Owen’s arms by Chen Mobai earlier.
The photo was really a terrible snapshot, capturing the exact moment Hunter had his hands on Owen’s shoulders, looking like he was about to forcefully kiss him.
“Damn it! That bastard! I’m going to chop him to death! And to think I was just feeling sorry about him leaving Formula 1!”
“You don’t need to feel sorry for him. Marcus invited him to join your team to replace McGrady.”
“What the hell—who wants to be teammates with him!”
Hunter was on the verge of exploding.
“But first, can you explain this photo to me?”
“Chen Mobai kicked me!” Hunter replied defiantly, his eyes full of accusations that screamed “Your friend isn’t a good person.”
Winston glanced at Owen, who nearly choked on his beer.
“Don’t look at me… the whole world knows Hunter is yours…”
“Serves you right,” Ciel snorted.
“Um… let’s all just eat burgers and drink beer! Haha! Hahaha!” Donald laughed awkwardly.
“Winston, if you dislike others getting too close to Hunter, you’ll have a nervous breakdown someday,” Ciel said in an elder’s tone.
“How about I dress up as a bunny boy to make it up to you?” Owen teased, looking at Winston.
“No one wants to see you dressed as a bunny boy!” Hunter got goosebumps.
“Hahaha! Owen makes the most beautiful bunny boy!” someone blurted out.
And so, the previously tense atmosphere in this little burger joint suddenly turned lively.
At midnight, everyone got up, ready to return to their hotels.
Winston and Hunter walked side by side. Gradually, Hunter deliberately slowed his pace, watching Winston’s back as he walked ahead.
Just as Winston sensed something and turned around, Hunter suddenly rushed forward and jumped onto Winston’s back.
It was as if Winston had known he would do this, and he scooped down, supporting Hunter’s legs.
“Hahaha!” Hunter laughed.
Winston raised his head and continued walking steadily forward.
“Hey, I think this is my lucky year. Everyone’s lucky year!”
“Why?” Winston asked, turning his face slightly.
“I won the championship!”
“Mm,” Winston chuckled softly.
“Owen and Ciel have postponed their retirement!”
“Mm.”
“Little Xi seems to be in a relationship with a schoolmate she’s never met, and they’ve planned to meet at a café outside MIT in three days!”
“Mm.” Winston’s voice was even more amused.
“I think I should go with her,” Hunter said seriously.
“Why?”
“If he has any bad intentions toward Little Xi, of course, I have to protect her! She’s like my sister!”
“Better not go. I doubt you’ll have any advantage over that guy.”
“Why?”
“Trust me. That person must be the perfect match for Little Xi.”
“Really? And also! Did you know Shen Chuan proposed to his girlfriend today! They were about to break up!”
Winston paused for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Mm. That engagement ring must be very beautiful.”
“Yeah! And let me tell you, I’ve ordered a new car!”
“You’re not keeping your little Jeep?”
“I’m leaving it in the garage as a keepsake. I haven’t told you about my new car yet…”
“Hunter, I also think this is my lucky year,” Winston suddenly said.
“Really?” Hunter asked with curiosity.
“Because you love me, and starting this year, we’ll always be together. Everything is heading in the direction I most look forward to.”
Hunter broke into a broad smile.
“Of course. Vann…”
“Hmm?”
“The direction I look forward to the most is us ruling this high-speed realm together.”
Winston stopped in his tracks.
Hunter’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was as firm as a rock.
“There will be countless people challenging us in the future, but no one will ever defeat us.”
Hunter lay on Winston’s back, gazing up at the boundless night sky.
“Of course, my king,” Winston replied with a gentle laugh.
Hunter smiled and kissed the back of his head.
The starry sky, still and yet churning with the brewing storm of tomorrow, was swept by a force that cleared the dust and roared in.
This is an era that belongs to everyone.
The author has something to say:
This story ends here.
Fat Melon1the author’s nickname has been an unknown writer on Jinjiang2the website where this novel was published for eight years now, and writing has unknowingly become a habit. Every year or two, I realize that a large wave of my readers has changed. Everyone grows up, busy with their own lives, maybe they no longer read novels, or they have more important or interesting things to do, but I’m still here.
Actually, writing becoming a habit isn’t always a good thing. I always feel that only when there’s emotion in the heart, there’s a desire to express it. But I don’t know when I started to become numb, writing just for the sake of writing. This story has helped me regain a bit of that emotional expression from the beginning. I don’t know how many more years I can write, but I hope my future works will also be filled with emotions, making everyone feel like they’re falling in love when they read them.
Translator’s note:
Thank you so much for sticking with me to the end! 🎉 This novel went through multiple translators before I picked it up, so I was committed to finishing it. I hope the final product makes sense and does the story justice, and most importantly, that you had a good time reading it! Thanks again for your patience and for joining me on this adventure 💛
I can translate the extras if someone is interested? But it’ll take some time as I have been busy with other things.
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