“Haha…” Hunter thought to himself, fortunately, he just cleaned up the room!
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to have a deep conversation with you tonight.” I’m simply curious. “I’d like to ask you two questions.”
“Yes, please.”
Hunter, who sat across Audrey, realized that, while it wasn’t a formal interview, the conversation had begun, which made him a little nervous.
“The first question is that you have come a long way in three consecutive races, from the Canadian Grand Prix to the British Grand Prix to today’s Austrian Grand Prix, from being in the bottom-most positions to finishing in the top five. You most likely haven’t read the media’s assessment of you from other teams today. Colt from Williams, in particular, joked that if you hadn’t overtaken him, he would have thought the race was a long time away.”
“Did I put pressure on the other drivers?” Hunter asked, surprised.
“And not just a little bit of pressure.”
“Do you know Vann Winston from Ferrari is my friend?”
“Yes, and he does treat you differently.”
“Probably because Winston is so good…I don’t have much experience, and I lack the talent to become famous at such a young age like Shire or Owen…So all I can do is stay alert, catch up to them one by one, and never give up until I reach the finish line. Miss Wilson, I would have nothing if I didn’t have the desire to fight to death.” Hunter stated seriously.
Audrey observed Hunter’s perseverance and tenacity as she gazed into his eyes.
He has a childish side, and perhaps he is unaware that this is what sets him apart from other elite drivers.
“Second question, at the end of today’s race, you overtook Duchovny of Red Bull.” Whether it’s braking or directional control, it reminds me of when Winston overtook Owen at Silverstone earlier this year. You admire Winston and strive to be like him, so have you been studying him?”
“The learning you mentioned actually means imitation, right?” “Winston is someone I greatly admire. After the race, I watched his overtaking clips numerous times. But I never aspired to be him…Miss Wilson, every driver has a unique thought pattern and reaction time. Nobody can jump out of their own skin and become someone else. As I previously stated, I have little experience in F1. Aside from my own experience, I try to learn from the experiences of others. Because of the angle of the bend at the moment, the position between me and Duchovny is not much different from when Winston was dealing with Owen. So, I took the same decision as Winston. It was very similar, so I applied what I have learned. But it was I, Evan Hunter, who completed the overtake, not Winston.”
Audrey gave Hunter a long look before smiling, “Obviously you look like a child, but when you talk about racing, you become very thoughtful and mature.”
“Thank you.” Hunter embarrassingly pinched his ears.
“So, in your opinion, what type of person is Vann Winston? Is the target you wish to beat? You should realize that very few media outlets can get Winston to say anything. You treat him as your friend, which makes me curious, what is he like in your heart?”
“Oh…he’s a lot more evil than you think...” Hunter rolled his eyes.
“Really? For instance?”
Hunter paused for a moment, realizing that he couldn’t say what Winston had done to him in front of Audrey.
It’s too humiliating and disrespectful.
“You’ll get to know it eventually.” “What I tell you is meaningless,” Hunter smirked. “But…did you know that Irving from Red Bull Racing and Charles from Mercedes-Benz Racing will most likely retire at the end of this or next season?”
“Yes. Before Winston’s arrival, Owen and Charles dominated Formula One for nearly a decade… Owen did announce his plan to retire to the media.”
“When they leave, Winston will be lonely if there is no outstanding opponent.”
Audrey’s gaze trembled, and at that moment, she saw a lot of deep and persistent emotions in Hunter’s eyes.
“I’ve got to be his rival, ride every corner and lap with him.”
“I think… I see why Winston recognizes you as a friend now.”
“Oh? Why? ”
“Because you offer an infinite number of possibilities.”
Audrey stood up and handed Hunter her business card after she finished speaking.
“The next race will be held in Japan.” “I discussed interviewing with you before the game with Mr. Marcus, but I heard you turned down all interviews because you wanted to focus before the game. Please tell me when you are ready. I want to chat with you in person. A racer has quite different thoughts at different moments.” Audrey stood on tiptoe and gently adjusted Hunter’s neckline, saying, “You are very handsome, Hunter.”
She headed towards the door as she finished speaking.
Hunter couldn’t bring himself back to reality after looking at her back.
What? Did she just say he was handsome?
This is the first time a woman has said that he’s handsome!
Above all, that person is still Audrey Wilson! The goddess in the minds of many F1 drivers!
Audrey was taken aback when she opened the door.
Because Winston was standing outside the door.
He was also carrying a bag on his shoulders.
“Winston…why are you here so late?”
“Sleep.” Winston shifted his gaze, passing over Audrey’s shoulder and landing firmly on Hunter. “It is so late, what is she doing in your room?”
“Interview, okay?” Hunter said as he opened his mouth.
Audrey’s expression was very calm even after she sensed Winston’s chilly aura: “Because we talked about some topics that Hunter was interested in, he opened up to me in the conversation, so we talked for a while.” “I’m leaving right now. But, Winston, it seems that your Ferrari team doesn’t live in this hotel?”
“I came to sleep with him,” Winston explained.
Hunter rushed ahead, took Winston in, and apologized to Audrey, saying, “This is what I mentioned before, the “evil nature”!” He disliked the smell of new decorations in his room, so he came to sleep in my room.”
Audrey smiled, “Indeed, getting along with Winston is not easy.”
“Goodnight, Miss Wilson.”
“Goodnight, Hunter.”
Audrey headed towards the lift after the door closed, but she couldn’t help but turn her head to peek at Hunter’s door.
This time, her understanding of Winston had been refreshed. This cold and stern man who is also famous for being a loner actually came to find a friend to sleep with!
“How long have you two been talking?” Winston put down his sports bag on the sofa.
Hunter raised his hand and looked at his watch: “Not too long, just a little more than half an hour.”
“However, it’s already half past nine. At nine o’clock at night, a woman visited your room. Do you understand what that means?” Winston shifted his weight and folded his arms.
“A hint?”
Two seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized, and stepped forward quickly: “You mean…you mean…to say...”
“Audrey Wilson came to interview you?” Winston said, his eyes growing cold.
“No, I just couldn’t find the right words to describe it for a while-could Audrey Wilson be interested in me!”
“She is particularly interested in any racing driver who has promising potential.”
Hunter’s heart rate soared inexplicably in response to this.
Could it be that if Winston didn’t show up, he and the goddess might have some development?
“What a pity! Come have a snack.”
“Do you like Audrey Wilson?”
“Is there any Formula One driver who doesn’t have feelings for her?”
“I don’t have any romantic feelings for her.”
“…I can see it.”
Throughout the night, Hunter was in a state of inexplicable excitement.
Winston went to the bathroom first, and when he came out, he saw Hunter sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing with leisure, the expression on his face as if he had won a lottery of 100 million euros.
“I’m out, you can now use it.”
Hunter confirmed once again that this guy has long legs.
“I’m so disappointed...” Hunter put down his phone and raised his head half-way to gaze at each other.
“Because I’m not Audrey Wilson?” Winston, who was sitting beside Hunter, inquired coldly.
“Hey! Shouldn’t you come out with a bath towel wrapped around your waist? So that I can admire your pectoral muscles!” Hunter expressed his dissatisfaction.
“Have you entered the top five in three consecutive races; why should I show you?” Winston shot back.
“Stingy…” Hunter mumbled, rose up, and his phone slid to the ground.
He squatted to pick up the phone, and from this angle, he could see under Winston’s bathrobe who at this moment was wiping his head.
Who knew that he had just turned his face sideways, Winston put his legs up and he didn’t manage to see anything.
I was curious to see what little Winston looked like!
Disappointed again.
As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he found Winston looking at him with the corner of his lips raised.
“Where do you want to see me?”
His voice sounded lighter than usual like a feather scratching Hunter’s heart.
“I’ve got everything you have… what’s so nice about it?” Hunter said mockingly.
“Really?”
Winston’s eyes seemed to turn around, making Hunter want to scratch his head.
At that moment he slowly uncrossed his legs. Hunter watched as the hem of his bathrobe was propped up, the lines of his legs became more defined, and that mysterious location, in the shadows.
Hunter just couldn’t see anything even with the hem of the bathrobe raised.
It’s really super stingy……
“Hunter, you’re the type who likes to compare their size to other students in the bathroom in middle school, right?”
“It’s none of your business!“. Hunter was convinced that this guy did it on purpose. “Anyway, I haven’t compared it with you!”
Winston isn’t aware of any gossip and isn’t interested in Audrey Wilson, so maybe he can’t do it?
Hunter felt deeply satisfied in his heart as he pondered on this. He hummed a song before entering the bathroom and turning on the shower. Thinking that Audrey could be interested in him, his senses sharpened, and he relieved himself in the shower for a while with the shower on.
Unexpectedly, just as he was in high spirits, there was a knock on the door.
“Hunter, how long do you plan to shower?”
Hunter almost lost interest as Winston’s voice poured down like a bucket of cold water.
“What is it? Do you want to use the bathroom?”
“Mr. Marcus called you.”
“Then I’ll get back to him in a while!”
Stop disturbing me!
It’s not that you have no idea what your voice sounds like!
The sound of Winston’s footsteps fading outside the door gave Hunter the feeling that he could finally continue.
Unexpectedly Winston’s voice rang out again,
“Are you touching your little Hunter?”
“No!” The veins on Hunter’s forehead were bulging, and he wanted to slam the door in Winston’s face.
“Will you kiss each other first or take off one other’s clothes before rolling on the sheets?”
Winston’s voice was still faint, so Hunter held his breath and didn’t want to pay attention to him.
Hunter felt guilty since he unconsciously imagined Winston’s expression outside the door at that moment.
“Hunter?” Winston whispered his name louder after receiving no response.
Did he close his eyes?
Is his forehead pressed against the door?
“I think we would kiss each other first.”
“Me too.”
Hunter took a deep breath and continued his unfinished “work.”
“When kissing, would you lick each other’s lips first, or would you just stick it in?”
Winston’s voice sounded again.
Hunter had just pulled Audrey’s clothing off in his head when Winston interrupted his thoughts .
“I…would…lick her lips first…”
“Will you hold onto the other person and fall down, or will you turn around and pull the other person down?”
Hunter subconsciously imagined the image Winston described.
“Of course, I’ll fall down while clutching the other party…”
“I will pull the other party down, feel the other party in my arms, then turn over and press on them at the most passionate moment.”
As if in a illusion, he saw Winston holding his hand with a slight smile and going back step by step. Winston slumped backward when his leg made contact with the mattress, and he was forcibly pulled down.
He propped up his upper body in disbelief, but Winston pinched his lower back with his palm, and he slumped.
He raised his head and kissed him suddenly. The tip of his tongue was in the space between his lips, and it was thrust into his mouth just as he was ready to flee. It was followed by an earth-shattering, soul-sucking kiss; his nerves were aroused and he couldn’t fight; he was then flipped upside down, and Winston sat on him.
Everything had gotten out of hand, and Hunter was immediately relieved.
“Hunter? What’s the matter with you?”
Winston’s voice sounded.
Hunter was taken aback. What did he do just now?
He was obviously thinking about Audrey Wilson, so how did it turn into Winston?
How could he have thought about Winston in that way?
Hunter’s heart was filled with guilt, and he immediately felt like an absolute jerk.
“Nothing! I’ve already finished washing!”
Hunter turned off the shower, changed into his pajamas, and walked out.
Winston turned his head sideways and walked towards him, arms folded, saying, “Didn’t you say you should come out wrapped in a towel?”
“I like to sleep in my pyjamas.” Hunter didn’t dare to look at Winston.
Winston asked sarcastically “Are you a child?”
“That’s right!” Hunter didn’t bother to argue because he was still stunned by what had just occurred in his mind.
Hunter sat under the comforter, holding his phone and continued to play games on it.
He wanted to get out of the shock right now.
Winston didn’t say anything, he simply opened his book and rested against the headboard of Hunter’s bed.
After a few moments, Hunter suddenly said, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Winston turned the book slowly to the next page.
“You should avoid making those jokes to me in the future. Although it’s common for males to crack those jokes together, your jokes…make me helpless.”
“For example?”
“For example, today you picked me up in front of so many people and carried me into the bathroom.”
“So, do you want me to pick you up and carry you into the bathroom when there is no one?”
“...Look, it’s just jokes like this that make me feel helpless.”
“Hunter, are you afraid you’ll get too close to me one day?”
“What?”
“So you take everything I say as a joke?”
“What on earth are you talking about? I am always unable to keep up with your thinking,” Hunter shook his head.
“You believe that everyone close to you will abandon you, just like your mother and father. You’re worried that I’ll do the same. You won’t be disappointed if you never truly devote yourself to another person, right?”
Winston didn’t take his gaze away from the book and quietly said something that Hunter hadn’t figured out after all this time.
“I know you’re not going to leave.”
It’s just that we won’t be as close as we are right now.
We will all leave Formula One one day. You’ll have your own habits and rules, I’ll have my own bad hobbies, and we’ll both go about our daily lives.
We won’t hurt each other the way Zero and Hunter did in “Speed Murder,” but we will forget about each other.
“No matter what happens, I will not leave your life. So, please accept everything I have spoken and done for you.”
Hunter’s heart felt both warm and guilty.
Winston, would you still be so calm if you knew what I was thinking in the shower?
The most essential thing is that you are calm, but I am not!
Hunter threw aside the phone, drew up the comforter, and laid down with his back to Winston.
“Go to bed!”
“Is your hair dry?”
“Done!”
Winston reached out his hand, placed his fingers between Hunter’s hair on the back of his head, and gently stroked it to make sure that Hunter’s hair was completely dry. He also put the book down and switched off the bedside lamp.
Hunter was unable to fall asleep anymore when he lay down, so he continued to have fun under the comforter with his phone in his hands.
At this point, Marcus texted Hunter, telling him that Audrey Wilson had praised Hunter in the column and urged Hunter to remember to get a bouquet for her the next day because it was her birthday.
“Hey…” Hunter elbowed Winston.
“Hmm?”
“Miss Wilson’s birthday is tomorrow. Marcus requested that I send her a bouquet…What should I write on the card? “Hunter asked.
“Happy birthday to you.”
“…that’s nothing out of the ordinary”. Hunter paused for a moment before saying, “she seems to enjoy poetry a lot.”
The last time he was walking outside the hotel, he casually recited a few words of “If I had the Brocade of Heaven” that Winston had read to him. Audrey was surprised and seemed to like it very much.
“She likes poetry, do you like her?” Winston inquired.
“Oh… when I was a child, I dreamed of a woman like her, beautiful, in good shape, thoughtful, and passionate.”
“You want to chase her?”
“Hahaha… weren’t you saying that, she is looking for any young driver with potential. I can pique her interest, but I can’t win her heart. What I actually want… is someone who can quietly accompany me on a walk by the sea and watch the sunset, without feeling that life is too boring.”
“You’re not the type to wander peacefully by the sea and watch the sunset.”
“You are very annoying.”
“What you want is for someone to notice that you need a hug when everyone else thinks that you are laughing indifferently.”
Winston’s tone remained calm and gentle. He seemed to know all the unknown little thoughts in Hunter’s head.
“Can you say a poem, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eton? Anyways Audrey Wilson admires me. I’m hoping she finds me charming enough to keep writing nice things about me in the column.” Hunter said half-jokingly.
But Winston remained silent for over a minute.
Hunter told himself, forget if he wrote a poem or something, Audrey might mock him for being “retro” if she couldn’t figure it out.
“Hunter.”
“Huh?” Hunter’s eyelids flickered, and he was on the verge of falling asleep.
” I met you. I remember you. Your soul was born to be in love with me. This city was tailor-made for our love.”1The Poem is Hiroshima Mon amour
Winston’s voice was pleasant, causing Hunter’s already quiet heart to beat faster.
“Remember?” Winston questioned gently.
“What?” Hunter froze there motionless.
“Aren’t you going to write to Audrey Wilson?”
“Oh….”
He felt disappointed at that moment.
Even he didn’t understand why.
The author has something to say: It’s salted egg time:
Hunter: How many poems do you have stored in your head?
Winston: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of my soul….
Hunter: Damn-just say it with your mouth! Don’t top me anymore!
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