MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 46 Hunt vs Winston

At the end of the three rounds of free practice, Hunt came out of the bathroom with a humming song in his pocket, and happened to run into Irving. This guy is so bad that Hunt remembers it.

Before entering Formula 1, Hunt admired the top drivers like Irving, but now he just rolled his eyes.

As he was about to walk past Irving, the other side suddenly grabbed him.

"Little Hunter, it's rude to walk over without saying hello." Irving said with a slight joke on his head.

"I'm not familiar with you again." Hunter glanced coldly at the other side, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Charles was just coming.

The moment Charles saw Irving, his face became stinky.

In Formula 1, Shire belongs to the standard blonde blue eyes. At first glance, it is a handsome guy like Jude Law or Leonardo, but he has an open personality and a bad temper. The media did not write less when he was young. His bad words, but he always used his strength to face.

Last time I heard Donald say that Irving had smashed Charles, and now that they were meeting in a narrow way in the bathroom, Hunter suddenly expected them to fight. With Shire's violent temper, Owen can be broken!

Hunter wanted to stay outside the bathroom and listen to the corner, but Irving laughed with interest: "Little Hunter stay and play together!"

"What to play?" Charr's unhappy look crossed.

"Threesome!"

"God ... neuropathy!" Hunter walked away with a middle finger.

Charles snorted and watched Irving lift his chin: "When did you become so familiar with this little devil?"

"How? You're jealous? Don't be so dear, you will always be my favorite." Owen opened his arms and embraced each other.

"Really? I hope you have a little affection. The whole world is the best of luck." Charles snorted softly.

"By the way, have you thought about giving Winston somewhere other than on the track?"

"How do you want to play?" Charles asked coolly.

"You seduce Winston in front of the little ghost just now."

"Ha?" Charles frowned. "Going out this morning, did you forget to take your medicine?"

"Or do you seduce that little ghost in front of Winston?"

Charles sighed and patted Irving's shoulder: "I don't think you want to fix Vann Winston, you want to fix me."

After speaking, Shire went away.

Owen touched his chin and said, "What a pity!"

After the free practice, qualifying ushered in.

The team entered a state of tension, and the IELTS port circuit was also filled with seats.

According to online surveys, there are two major highlights in this competition.

The first thing to look at is whether Winston can defend the championship against Irving and Shire. The second concern is whether Hunter, who is rising in the standings, can still compete with masters like Shire.

Qualifying was about to begin, and Hunter exhaled with his hands on the steering wheel.

The starting position of the IELTS Harbor Circuit is very important. Hunt pursed his lips, his nerves strained.

In Q1, Winston led the pole position, and Irving and Shire kept pace. After adjusting the performance of the car, Hunt let go and rushed away, pushing Penny and Duchuny, always in fourth place.

Marcus shook his fist and nodded constantly.

"His driving is getting more mature."

"Do you know that whenever he drives our car, there is a feeling of expectation that he will be surpassed. Then more and more expectations, and more greedy." Shen Chuan said.

"We have the best team. Any greedy dream can be realized." Marcus smiled at Shen Chuan.

At the beginning of Q2, the pattern changed, and Winston's lap decreased, which was overtaken by Shire, and Irving followed Winston. Hunter remains in fourth place, but the rankings have been changing since the fifth.

The audience shouted excitedly, as if heating the air to another temperature.

Hunter has sweated a lot, but his heart is agitated, but he must do everything in his power to wait for the most critical moment to erupt.

When Q2 was over, Winston was overtaken by Shire, ranking third, and Hunt held onto fourth.

Heartstrings cannot relax, Q3 is a new test.

Penny gradually threatened Hunter's qualifying, which forced Hunter to force in the second half of Q3 and distance him from Penny.

The whole qualifying was full of gunpowder, Charles in pole position was replaced by Irving, and Winston maintained the third position until the end of the qualifying.

The race will be held at night.

Hunt listened carefully to the team's strategy, and even the performance of other opponents on this track.

After the meeting, Marcus felt: "It feels like Hunter has grown up in just a few months. It was a problem child before."

Shen Chuan smiled: "Hunter looks childish, but in fact he is a serious guy. And once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him."

Marcus held his eyes down. "Yeah ... no one can stop it."

With more than an hour left, the race will begin.

Hunt found a place to sit down, and when he looked up, he could see the sun sinking in the west.

He squinted his eyes and looked up, as if feeling something.

"It's rare, you're not looking for a place to smoke."

Listening to that voice, the corners of Hunter's lips narrowed, as if some kind of small expectation suddenly realized, but he was motionless.

"I want to take it. But I forgot to be in the hotel."

A small shadow covered his head, and Hunter slowly opened his eyes, leaning his head back, resting on someone's leg.

Winston's breath spread.

Hunter suddenly wanted to lie on the other.

The man behind him unhurriedly opened the aluminum cigarette case, ignited a cigarette, put it between his lips, sucked it gently, and then the **** glowed a dark red flame, and his throat moved slightly. When he moved, the smoke ring overflowed from his lips, his eyes seemed to be half asleep and half awake.

Hunter likes Winston like this.

It was a kind of elegance and sensuality that belonged to men, which Hunter dreamed of, and Winston seemed to have them.

He didn't speak, just leaning on Winston's leg like this, looking up at him.

Winston leaned down and approached slowly, with his legs motionless and letting Hunter lean against him.

The tip of his nose, his dangling hair, every minute of the slightest shaking made Hunt feel itchy.

But Winston's left hand covered Hunter's eyes.

"Look up your head like this, be careful of your eyes burned. The sunset here is still very strong."

When he felt the temperature in Winston's palm, there was an inexplicable contentment in his heart, and he wanted to lean closer, harder.

Something touched his lips, that cigarette.

Hunter subconsciously supported the cigarette **** with the tip of his tongue. There was a place covered by Winston's lips. Hunter's heart was even more itchy.

He took a sip and bit his cigarette **** gently with his teeth, spitting out the ring of smoke between his teeth.

Winston was about to get the cigarette back, but Hunt tilted his head aside: "It's all mine."

Winston just chuckled.

"Hey, I said ... this time, I'm finally behind you." Hunt's face was a big smile.

"You have been behind me and never surpassed."

Winston sat down beside Hunt.

Losing reliance made Hunter a little upset, but even more upset was Winston's phrase "never surpassed."

Hunter bumped his leg angrily and continued to squint to smoke.

"If I insist on this ranking to the end, you're going to strip me! What color is your underpants?"

Hunt squeezed his eyes and said with a gloat expression.

"Black." Winston answered frankly.

Hunter was disappointed. "You said you ... Is there anything that can make you a little bit shy?"

"Do you really want to know?" Winston asked, turning his face.

"Yes I do!"

"I'll tell you when I'm striptease."

Winston's smirk was familiar to Hunt's lips.

As he stood up, his fingers pinched the half of Hunter's cigarette between his lips.

Hunt deliberately increased his bite strength. Unexpectedly, Winston stretched out his other hand, pinching Hunt's cheek, forcing him to loosen his teeth, and the cigarette was taken away.

"Cut!" Hunter looked away dissatisfied.

Winston's fingers took the cigarette away and slowly brought it to his lips. The tip of his tongue pressed against where Hunter had licked it, holding it gently.

This game is very important for Hunt. If he can get the top four rankings, it means he will enter the top eight in the standings.

The official start, the sunset disappeared.

There was a hint of coolness in the dry and hot air that was originally used during the day.

All the cars are on their own, and Hunter looks at Winston diagonally forward, squinting.

This is the closest to you.

I will never lose you!

The vibration of the engine swept through the airflow, the dust was boiling, and Hunter's mood returned from tension to calm.

And this calm is brewing strength.

When Winston rushed out, Hunt felt like a bursting planet in his heart, breaking through all the restraints.

The first corner was the key to keeping his position. Hunter calmly responded to the attack launched by Duchuny behind him, closely following Winston in front, like a double-star trajectory, making a steady turn and distance from the opponent behind him.

"Very good ... very good ..." Marcus stared Hunter away, just the first corner, he could feel that the child had really grown up.

If the first three races of Formula One have just appeared ignorant and helpless, at this moment Hunt is like a veteran in the field.

On the first lap, Winston relentlessly overtakes Shire.

Hunt also faced Penny's pursuit.

The competition between the top five was electric and flint at the beginning. Winston was almost out of the corner in a slow bend, but was blocked by Shire. The tension of the collision almost made the audience's palms cold. sweat.

Hunter felt Penny's overtaking intention on the long straight road, accelerated to approach the curve, did not give Penny close space, but calmly braked before entering the curve, smoothly entered the curve, and quickly approached Winston ahead after exiting the curve. .

He seemed to take a sigh of relief, causing the audience to have the tension that he was pursuing Winston, and it was about to be posted.

On the eighth lap, a sharp bend that connected the long straight, Hunter pushed the performance of the car to the limit, and the speed was comparable to Winston! The audience stood up, and Marcus murmured uncontrollably: "My God ..."

When the speeds of the two cars are so close, it is the skill and guts of the driver.

Winston's driving style is seemingly robust but can penetrate sharply at the most critical moments, while Hunt is like a wave of floods to overwhelm his opponents.

Hunter almost collided with Winston in the center of the curve, and he saw that the human heart was about to burst. The two cars went out of the curve at the same time, but Winston grasped the most delicate timing, passed Hunter, and continued to maintain Advantage.

"It's a pity ..." Marcus sighed, but his face was hard to admire.

Although it did not exceed Winston, apart from Irving and Shire, it has been a long time since any driver has been able to "persecute" Winston in the corner.

Hunter's eyes narrowed. For him, just a desperate temptation just now, he never thought he could catch up with Winston.

But he also saw the gap between himself and Winston. It was not a turn or a brake. It seems that he almost surpassed each other, but once again, Winston could still take the lead in front of him!

Don't worry, Hunt.

Don't worry.

Hunter once simulated the moment when he passed Winston from the back hundreds of times. He imagined countless situations, but none of them were sharp at the moment just now, without the slightest drag, but let him feel that few points. How big the gap is in seconds.

But no one saw Winston rushing on the long straight road with a smile on his lips.

The battle between Shire and Irving in front was like a cracking spark. Shire surpassed Irving in the hairpin bend, and Irving regained the position in the later gentle bend. Several times of mutual conflicts at the center and the exit, saw the audience Emotionally.

Equally disturbing was Hunt's second overtaking to Winston.

Hunter was driving almost side by side with Winston before entering the corner. This feeling was extremely exciting for Hunter, because he no longer looked at Winston's back, but side by side with him.

But all the spectators watching this scene sweated for Hunter. Because although technically speaking, Hunter has the right to use the lane, if he collides with Winston, the responsibility lies with Hunter.

Hunter's overtaking is not radical, and the arc crossing the two cars has some kind of thrilling tacit understanding, which makes people look forward to Winston's defense and hope for Hunter to break the deadlock.

Hunt's nerves were stretched, stretched, and breathing was like a silk thread that broke at any time. He knew he had to keep a distance of one-half of Winston's body length between the braking point and the turning point. Otherwise, if Winston still maintains the advantage of more than one-half of the body before the turning point, he will occupy the lane and Hunter will lose the right to overtake.

The contest only took place in less than half a second. Winston cut off the cocoon and generally distanced himself from Hunter. Hunter lost the opportunity to overtake.

"Fuck ..." Hunt cursed in a low voice.

Winston continued in front of Hunt.

This made Hunt feel weird ... It seemed like he was being teased by the other side. Every overtaking was like a kiss. When Hunt tried to take the lead, he was pushed back by Winston.

Lying down! The more I think, the more uncomfortable!

Charles in front and Irving completed the pit stop, and Hunt knew that it was time to change tires.

Marcus was nervous: "Hurry up! Hunter is about to change tires!"

This is a marvelous moment for the technicians of the Marcus team. From Hunt to stop in just 2.1 seconds, they set their fastest record!

After Hunter exited the station, he sprinted faster and faster, while Winston lags behind Hunter temporarily.

Hunter knew he had to seize the moment to distance himself from Winston, and he rushed towards Charles in front.

Charles snorted, and he wanted to teach this little ghost long ago.

And Hunter knows from the bottom of his heart that keeping the position and advantages at this moment is already invaluable to the Marcus team. If he goes forward to fight for Shire, with his old-fashioned technology, he may be able to drive himself off the runway, but He didn't want to ... he just held on to this position.

And ... Shenchuan and Xiaoxi must also be curious to know if they can compete against the performance of the Mercedes-Benz team!

Hunter stepped up his horsepower and confronted Charles in a slow curve, just like the killing of two sharp blades. Sher was shocked, tightened the route, and was almost caught by Hunter at the passing point.

Hunt bit his teeth and wanted to continue to follow, but he didn't expect the mantis to catch cicadas. The cardinal was behind, and Winston approached from behind, surpassing Hunter at the junction of the straight and the curve!

It was the first time that Hunt had a curse.

This guy is intentional! Definitely intentional!

He could even imagine Winston's rising lips, and a touch of coziness!

So the following game completely turned into Hunt chasing Winston, Winston and Shire, Shire tried to overtake Irving.

Thrilling overtaking scenes one after another, even the commentator said that this is the highest level of this year's Grand Prix.

Hunter initiated eight overtakings at Winston, four of which were overtaking at corners and lost to Winston.

The change of the top three is also changing, and every second may produce completely different results.

In the last six laps, it was obvious that Shire gave up overtaking Irving and defended Winston instead. On the last lap, Owen crossed the finish line first, and Shire and Winston nearly hit the line at the same time. Hunt followed, and the audience screamed wildly, as if the entire track was burning.

The final result was revealed, Irving was the champion of this station, Shire led second with 0.44 seconds ahead of Winston, Winston took third, and Hunt took fourth.

The Marcus team cheered warmly.

Marcus looked at Shen Chuan next to him, and found that he was no longer there, but worked with Shen Xi and other engineers to study the performance data of this race.

"This lunatic ... I should be happy with everyone at this time!"

Hunt looked at the red Ferrari in front and suddenly felt a little hot.

Winston has won the championship two consecutive times before, but this time lost to Irving and Shire. Doesn't he know if it's bad?

But for Hunt it was joy.

He finally competed with Winston.

This is the first time he has experienced this man's strength so deeply—control of the moment, estimation of the distance, and the decisiveness to cut off time, all of which Hunter dreamed of And Winston has it.

He is an invisible force, pulling Hunter.

He admires him, appreciates him, yearns for him.

Even his failure made his heart boil.

Hunt reached out, trying to catch Winston's back.

But at that moment, Winston turned his head and looked at him.

Hunter couldn't see Winston's face across the hard hat and fire mask, but looking at each other, Hunter only felt like his heart was being dragged away in an instant.

Winston seemed to laugh.

Hunt stopped there, calm for a long time, until Winston went away.

After receiving the award, Shire was preparing for an interview after the match, and suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

"Hey, thank you."

Shalton paused, and then sneered, "It's rare that Lawrence Owen would say thank you to me. I hope your thanks are sincere and there is no conspiracy."

"Thank you," Irving said again, "I know that I wouldn't have won without the Winston suppression."

"If it's for this, you don't need to say thank you. I must have suppressed him. Although I don't deal with you, I would rather win the championship than Vann Winston." Charles is half low In the head, there was no publicity in the sound, and it seemed calm and heavy.

"Because you and I represent an era," Owen laughed.

"And my age and you are not so easily overturned."

Charles turned back and punched Irving.

"Get off and fight again."

"of course."

Back in the team, Hunter shook off his helmet and rushed up, carrying Shen Chuan carrying the tablet.

"Dr. Shen, you are amazing! I like your car so much!"

Shen Chuan patted Hunter's shoulder helplessly: "Hunter! Hunter! Let me down!"

Hunter put down Shen Chuan steadily: "This is the first time that I have competed against top drivers like Winston and Shire! The performance of our car is great!"

"So you shouldn't say‘ I really like your car ’, because you ’re driving a car with the efforts of chassis engineers, instrument engineers, suspension engineers, and a lot of engineers ...”

"I know I know! It's 'our car'!" Hunt laughed.

"Wait for the Grand Prix next year, we will design a car that is truly comparable to the big team." Shen Chuan smiled.

Hunter's eyes crossed Shen Chuan's shoulders, and he just met Shen Xi's eyes.

She looked straight at Hunter, as if looking forward to something.

Hunter was a little scared. He remembered that Shen Xi had said that he would seduce Lei to death!

"That ... brook, what's wrong?"

"I'm also your engineer, but you didn't hold me up like you were holding a big brother." Shen Xi said in a serious tone.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Excited to lap! I'm in the top four!

Winston: Yeah.

Hunter: Striptease! Striptease!

Winston: OK.

Hunter: Why do you take off my clothes while jumping!

Winston: Because it's a striptease!