MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 38 You burn my eyes

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Four-fifths of the race has been completed, and Hunter is pitted again. Marcus is excited. He has a feeling that Hunter is not satisfied.

After leaving the station, Hunt set his fastest lap on the Suzuka circuit on the penultimate lap.

Irving and Winston started a corner contest, and Charles was chasing. Before entering the corner, he was surprised to find that Hunt was behind him.

"Penny is ... why was someone knocked off!"

Shire ripped the corner of his mouth, and his cornering didn't leave any chance for Hunt.

After exiting the Spurney curve, Hunter chased Charles into the overtaking point.

The young man behind him was so calm and surprised Charles that this was a deceleration curve, but Hunter boldly delayed the braking, almost along the edge of the track, and the wheels of the two cars almost touched each other at the exit. It was frightening.

"Mom ..." Marcus opened his mouth half-opened.

At this moment, even time is stopped.

Until Shire came out ahead of the track, the audience applauded, and Marcus exhaled.

Although the overtaking was unsuccessful this time, the entire team was boiling.

"This kid is so good! How dare to single out Shire!"

"This is our most threatening challenge to top drivers!"

Charles still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief in the straight, because he knew that Hunt was looking for opportunities to follow.

"Thinking beauty."

Charles hummed, rushed to the end of the straight and entered the last lap.

At this point, Winston made an elegant turn on Dunlop's curve and grabbed Irving's front.

In the same corner, Hunt chased Charles again, attracting the attention of the audience and commentators. The newly debugged car has made Hunter go straight to Shire with super balance.

Shiar bit his own line and once again took the lead!

At this moment, whether it was Hunt's alignment and decisiveness or Shire's magical bite, it became the most exciting contest in this game.

When Hunt crossed the line by one second and two seconds from Shire, all the staff of the Marcus team hugged each other.

Marcus looked at the screen stupidly, tears in his eyes, and he turned to look at Shen Chuan who was calmly analyzing the data.

"Thank you ... Dr. Shen, without you ... Hunter would not be able to get fourth ..."

The fourth place is by far the best result of all Marcus team drivers.

Hunter drove the car back and the whole team was cheering for him.

But his heart was calm.

This time, he still couldn't compete with Winston on the track.

The man was still standing high, looking down at him.

Taking off the fire mask, Hunter took the towel and pressed it to his eyes.

He inexplicably wanted to cry, and the sounds of congratulations in his ears failed to enter his brain.

Winston won the standings again.

And Hunt ... beyond the glory of that man, he is not even his opponent now.

"Hunt, give us time ... when the power unit belonging to us is completed, you can definitely compete with Winston."

The heart seemed to be hit, and Hunter raised his head, facing Shen Chuan's eyes.

He held Shen Chuan's hand and his eyes warmed up, "Thank you, I believe you."

The post-match interview was about to begin, and Hunter sat quietly drinking water and eating food prepared by a nutritionist.

"Hey, Hunter, your flower!"

"Oh, thanks."

Hunt opened the card, and the handwriting on it was completely strange: you burned my eyes.

"Who sent it?" Hunt asked the staff.

"It seems that it was sent by the board secretary of Nicky Group."

"Nicky Group?"

Hunt scratched the back of his head. Was it Viven Nicky?

At this point Marcus was about to go to Hunter, hugged him, and kissed his face twice.

"Hunter! Hunt! Our baby!"

Hunter rolled his eyes, "If you call me a baby again, I'll poke your head into the crack in the wall!"

"Vicky Nicky, the major shareholder of Nicky Group, just called us and said that he would sponsor us! Mr. Nicky is likely to become the largest shareholder of our team! Most importantly, his sponsorship will make you the best car ! "

"Nicky ..." It was him.

"Yeah, he came to watch the race in person! He is your super fan now!"

Hunt was a little dim.

Hold the grass! Was it too much money for Viven Niki to ruin his mind! He went to play as a woman in the club!

At this time, the post-match media interview for Winston began.

Audrey, as Winston's number one fan, was also present at the scene.

Winston calmly answered all the technical questions raised by the media.

But Audrey's question was: "Your friend Ivan Hunt won the best result of his career. Do you have any comment on his performance in this game?"

The media focused on Winston's direction. He rarely answered questions unrelated to the car, let alone to evaluate other drivers.

"He's not my friend." Winston's voice was cold.

This made the media look regretful. Others whispered, wouldn't it be embarrassing if Hunter heard this?

"He is more important to me than friends. So I feel sorry for his performance this time because I still can't compete with him."

"But he is getting closer and closer to you." Audrey said with a smile.

"Yes." Winston nodded.

The reporters at the scene immediately activated their brains, and various titles came into being.

What "Winston's prediction: Hunt will surpass Shire as his ultimate opponent", "Winston and Hunt's time is coming" and so on.

That night, Charles drank his wine with great depression, and Owen sat beside him.

"Hey! Why do you say you didn't hold the championship position! Vann Winston won the championship again!"

"Okay, okay! Why bother with young people!" Irving rubbed his head like comforting a child.

"And that little ghost of Hunter! Does he think he can easily surpass me?"

"Of course not!" Owen nodded, raising his hand and giving Charles another glass of wine.

"Are you my child?" Shire squinted at Irving.

"How is that possible?" Irving smiled.

"Then why are you so perfunctory?"

Owen exhaled and stretched his thumb to Shire: "We promised that Abu Dhabi would let the two little ghosts know how great we are."

Shire pinched Irving's finger: "Can you explain why you sent my wife a picture of me drinking at the bar!"

"Aren't you trying to divorce your wife and refuse it? I'll help you!" Owen squinted and smiled.

"Help you! She's going to share my property now!"

"That's what you deserve!"

"I'm going to strangle you now!"

"Oh! Don't hit my face!"

And Marcus's interview invitations are so much that Marcus can't sleep.

Hunt's performance as a public relations manager in post-match interviews is comforting.

He was like a naughty king who suddenly grew up. The public relations manager thought that Hunter had never heard the "official answer", and he smiled and answered all the media. For a while, the reporters developed a good opinion of this polite boy.

But after all the interviews after the press conference, Hunter refused because he was tired and wanted to rest.

Marcus saw that his mood was not as good as they expected, and guessed that he had not forced him as before.

Hunt returned to the room and received a strange call.

"Hello, my name is Evan Hunt."

"Hello, this is Nicky. I'm waiting for you in the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. I wonder if I can invite you for dinner?"

"Nicky? Are you the same Nicky I met in the club?" Hunt was surprised.

"Yeah. If you refuse my invitation, I will tell Mr. Marcus to cancel your sponsorship of your team." Nicky said in a playful tone half-jokingly.

Hunt paused and asked, "Are you wearing a long skirt and high heels today?"

"what happened?"

"If it is, I won't go." Hunter was still depressed when he remembered being played around by the other party.

"I'm wearing a suit and tie today. Because I'm asking you to eat, I'm sure I look the most handsome and charming."

"Well, I'm here. Don't tell Marcus that you want to withdraw your sponsorship."

Sponsorship is Marcus's life. Moreover, I also want to see Nikki in reality.

In the upscale restaurant on the top floor, Hunter must also change into a suit. He tied a tie casually and left the room.

The top of the restaurant is a large glass of glass, as if under the stars.

And in the most central position, Hunter saw a young man standing up.

He had short maroon hair, his hair was brushed behind his ears, and his forehead was revealed. His facial features were delicate. Hunter wasn't sure if the other party was Nicky, but the other party did look at his direction.

"Nicky?" Hunt tilted his head.

The other laughed, and those eyes made Hunter confirm that he was Nicky.

"The first time I saw you in the club, I thought you were cute. But after watching your game, I thought you were very manly."

"Thank you." Hunt scratched his head in embarrassment.

"So what about me? How am I different from the one I saw in the club that day?" Nicky asked with a smile on his chin.

"It's more pleasing now," Hunt said.

"Haha, lie. Obviously you like what I looked like that day."

"If you lie to me in that way, I will send you a pair of panda eyes, whether you like to sponsor Marcus or not," Hunt said seriously.

"Can't you celebrate your birthday?"

"This can be."

The two laughed.

Nicky is not actually feminine. Instead, he listened to his decision to sponsor Marcus and other decisions about the family business. He is a mature and decisive mature man. Hunt is like a child in front of him. .

"Should you go for another drink at night?"

At the end of the dinner, Nicky asked blinking.

As soon as Hunter was about to answer, it felt like someone was standing on the back of his chair.

A chilling sound like night fell from overhead.

"Sorry, Nicky. Hunt and I have something to say."

Realizing that it was Winston, Hunt's heart tightened.

"This guy and I are about to break up with each other. I have nothing to say. Let's go and have a drink." Hunt was about to get up, but the man behind him pressed his shoulders hard.

Nicky smiled. "Okay. Hunt, let's talk next time."

"and many more."

As Nicky walked past Hunter's side, Hunter clasped Nicky's wrist subconsciously. "Are you afraid of Vann Winston?"

"I wanted to say that I wasn't afraid. But he looked at me like he was going to kill me, and ... we still have a little business dealing." Nicky made a movement to wipe his neck.

His response made Hunt doubt that Nicky and Winston had known each other.

Winston's hand clasped on Hunter's shoulder slid along his arm to his wrist, and his fingers were strained. Hunter suspected that his wrist would be crushed by the opponent, and he only released Nicky.

Nicky left in his pocket.

At the exit, he turned his face to the side and blinked at Hunter. His mouth was: be alive.

Winston's voice sounded in his ear: "Let's go, I'll accompany you for a drink."

Hunt turned his face to the other side: "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to rest."

"I thought you would be very happy to get the fourth. You would also come to me and say that you don't have to break up with me." Winston's expression was still the same.

Is there a kid's game between me and you?

"Do you think it can be said on the lips? Or do you think it is a condition that can be talked about?"

Hunter stood up and looked at the other without looking at him, leaving the door cold.

He knew Winston was behind him, so he quickly walked out of the exit, pressed the elevator, and closed the elevator door as soon as he entered.

But with a gap left, Winston suddenly reached out and held the elevator door.

The whole elevator shook with his strength, and Hunt stepped back half a step subconsciously.

Winston came in and the elevator door closed.

Obviously he still had a slack expression, but Hunter felt the pressure.

"Hunter." It was that voice that read his name again.

Hunter turned his face away from looking at the other person: "We're out of love."

The last time you had the final say, this time I had the last word.

When the elevator door was about to open, Hunter walked directly past Winston. Just as he was about to step out of the elevator door, he was suddenly pulled by the people around him and immediately bumped into the other's arms.

As soon as Hunter wanted to hit the other side, the elevator door closed, Winston tightened his arms, and Hunter's bones were hurt by the other side.

"You know, if you really broke up with me, I'll do it hard." Winston's voice was cold.

Hunter suddenly remembered that Irving had told him a few days ago that he should never refuse Winston, otherwise he would come hard.

"What are you going to do?" Hunt strained, staring at the elevator floor, ready to throw away Winston and rush out.

"Hunt, you broke your promise to me first."

"What promise?"

"You said that you would be with me for all dangerous things."

"What dangerous thing did I do?"

"You're drunk, Hunt."

"Is it dangerous to be drunk?"

The elevator door opened again and several guests were about to come in. Winston glanced across, like a cold front crossing, no one dared to step forward.

The elevator went up again.

"Of course it is very dangerous."

As soon as Hunter tried to break free, Winston's arm was tightened so that the blood vessels were clearly visible. Hunter didn't dare to move anymore because he was having difficulty breathing at this moment.

"Nonsense! With so many people drunk together, why am I in danger!"

"Hunt, do you know what you did to me after you bit me?"

"What terrible thing did I do?"

"You clasped my wrist and pressed me on the bed. You treat me like a woman, pull my clothes, kiss my neck ..."

Hunter's pupil almost split.

what? What did he do?

In that picture, Hunter just thought about it and felt that he had broken the limit of his own understanding.

"You ... you **** ..."

"I didn't bullshit."

"You're so hard ... how could I hold you back!" Screamed Hunter.

The elevator door opened, exactly on the floor where Hunter lived.

Winston let go of Hunter, walked out, raised his chin and said, "Otherwise we restore the scene?"

"Restore ... what to restore?"

"You were so strong that you sat on my waist with a look of arrogance."

Winston reached the door of Hunter's room and leaned against the door to look at Hunter.

This caused Hunt to roll his head, imagining himself pressing Winston ... the other looked at himself in surprise, his hair shuffled on the pillow ... not more sexy.

"I had to push you down with my knee. You almost fell under the bed. I dragged you back. You said you would revel with me till dawn. And asked where my rabbit ears went."

Winston's expression was so serious, even the memories were so clear, Hunter suddenly felt that he was really hurting.

"I said it wasn't a bunny girl party, nor was I a bunny girl. I'm Vann Winston. You immediately said angry ... you hate me, hate me more attractive women than you, hate that you are naive compared to me Kid, hate me more **** and mature than you, hate my temperament, hate everything about me. "

Hunt looked into the other's eyes, and within three seconds, he turned his head away.

That's not annoying.

That is envy.

Subconsciously, he wanted to be a mature man with the temperament and credibility in front of everyone like Winston.

Obviously with so many F1 racing cars, Winston is definitely young, but he is very different from Winston.

"I said to you, 'Sorry, Hunter. Don't be mad at me, you will get better and better, and more and more people will appreciate you like you.'"

Winston's vision was profound. He hated him in his mouth, but this guy still had to comfort him in turn.

"But you said,‘ Even if I get better, I ca n’t catch up with you! I can never be confident with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you! ’”

Winston looked calm at this time, but Hunter knew that he had hurt him.

Because Winston has always treated him differently than others.

"You can't take what I said when my head was unclear! I just ... I just ..."

"Just what? Isn't it the most real thought in your heart when you're drunk? Although you're drunk, your expression is so serious, so you must hate me."

That's why Winston said that he had tortured him all night.

It's not because Hunter is drunk, but because Winston must have been wondering why Hunter hates him. Does he always want to break with him?

"When I said before the qualifying that I wanted to break up with you, did you almost cry?"

Winston asked softly.

"Yeah ... I'm angry ... I'm angry ... I'm sad ... you said if you can't drive into the top five, just put your guy in my mouth, I just thought you were angry and thought you wanted me A little pressure can treat the game well ... but when you say you want to break with me, it's different! I'm just drunk! You can be angry that I'm drunk and doing bad things, but you can't because When you get angry, you say you want to break up with me! "

Hunt's throat was sore and his nose was sour. It felt like watching his mother and drunk father quarrel, and he couldn't help but watch them getting farther and farther away from each other, then sitting alone on the bed and hugging Tears fell down her knees.

Then one day, the mother left the house completely with her luggage.

He wanted to look up now, because he knew his tears were about to fall.

He knew very well that even if he said that he hated Winston, even if he said that he wanted to have a divorce after he was drunk, but saying it hurt the other person, it was hurt.

His father had insulted him when he was drunk. Even if he knew that it was not his father's intention and knew how much he loved himself when he was awake, he still felt heartache.

Winston is the same.

"But I felt the same way as you did at that time. Even if I knew you were drunk, but then you could jump out of your mouth easily. Did you often think so when I was not with you?" Wen Stone said.

"I do not have!"

Hunter looked at each other immediately, and the moment he touched Winston's eyes, the surface of the heart seemed to be picked up by a fine needle, and it hurt.

"When you say why you hate me, it's really smooth. It's like saying a thousand times when I don't know."

"Because I ... because I envy you. You are the kind of person I want to be. You are firm and rational, and if you are me ... Maybe you will not lose your father. You will solve everything in your mature way ... ... and I can't. I can only watch my parents because of debts ... because of the mess of trivial matters ... I just watch my father take my match bonus to buy the most expensive wine, and then I put the bottle Take it back from him, and then we fight ... I said to you that I didn't want you to sympathize with me ... but because I wanted to be you ... but it was not easy to be you, so I hate it Your perfection ... "

Hunt lowered his head. He knew he couldn't take it anymore, and tears fell down.

He didn't dare wipe it, he didn't want Winston to see his tears.

That was a sign of weakness.

But Winston reached out, clasped Hunter's head lightly, pressed him against his shoulders, and let his tears fall on him.

"Fool. If you really think I'm perfect, you don't need to be me. Because I will always be by your side, I can do everything you can't do well. Why is it so hard to become someone like me? "

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: What can't I do well, can you do it for me?

Winston: Hugs, kisses, and make you feel good.

Hunter: ...