Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 9: i stuttered a bit as a kid

"Huh? What about Luke? "It's Maddy! That guy just stepped on the empty steps and fell down! Ankle sprained! Hunter was

dumbfounded.

"What else are you doing?" We have applied for a replacement driver! Did you listen well to today's technical session? 

"What's the use of listening?" Maddie and I are different again! "It doesn't

matter how different it is... Forget it, you just do your best to drive! Still wondering what to do! Let's go! Mr. Marcus's spit was about to spray into Hunter's face.

Hunter glanced at Winston.

The other person's expression was very indifferent, making him wonder if this guy had already known that he would be replaced.

"Hunter."

Just as Hunter was about to follow Marcus away, Winston suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Hunter stopped and turned to ask.

"The driver is the soul of a team. All people exist to cooperate with you, not that you cooperate with anyone. At that moment, Hunter remembered again the thrill of driving Winston's supercar to the limits.

Yes, instead of letting others direct yourself, be yourself.

Marcus showed a surprised expression.

Winston's words are few and far between, and words are like gold models.

But it was clear that he had just said more than one word to Hunter.

Wait, what did he just teach Hunter? <

It's not the drivers who cooperate with the others, but everyone who cooperates with the drivers?

Such a wayward word is suitable for Winston, but not for Hunter!

Feed! Don't come and teach me Bad Hunter!

When Hunter passed Maddy, who was sitting in a chair with an angry face and being cared for by the doctors, he couldn't help but look at the other person sympathetically.

"Stinky boy! What do you see!

Hunter shrugged his shoulders, "I just wanted to see how swollen your ankles were."

"What?"

I know you think I'm just a piece of, and driving your car out sixteen or seventeen is an insult to you. But so what? If your ankle doesn't swell in a week, I'll have to race for you in the UK. I'm tired of that!

"What—don't you go!" I'm going to screw your head off!" See if you're still complacent! The

doctors immediately held Maddy down.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and stepped back.

"Oh my God, I look at this little devil and want to beat him up." A technician in charge of changing tires spoke.

"Alas... I hope his qualifying results are not too bad..."

Amid the boiling of the crowd, qualifying is about to begin.

Well, maybe this is really my last Formula One race.

Knowing that he had never been on a track here in practice, Hunter found himself more familiar with it than any previous track. <

In his head was Winston's voice.

The coldness of that voice cleared Hunter, and its composure made him decisive.

I want to start from the best position.

I want to start over from where I am closest to you...

Even if this is the last time.