Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 20: Won't give you a pump

"A reporter wrote in a column that Vann Winston would never be king in Formula 1."

"That's it, don't let it go." Hunt had an "uninteresting story" look.

"The reporter said that Vann Winston will always be the shadow of Great White Shark 'Charr' or Lawrence Owen."

Shire and Irving, dubbed "Double Heroes" by F1 fans, are top drivers of Formula One for more than a decade.

Hunt paused.

"Actually, I don't think so. Because this is largely the media strategy of Mercedes-Benz. But you are very angry. When you see that reporter, you want to scold him but can't make a sound."

Winston's expression was serious, so serious that Hunter seemed to see the scene.

"and after?"

"The reporter left with a smile. You are very depressed. You told me that you obviously want to scold him on the back of your hand, but you will still be disgusted when you see that guy. You stretch your hand back to me, I said......"

"You said you would win Shire at this Grand Prix."

When Hunter finished this sentence, he was stupid.

Because of the picture described by Winston, the mood seems to have happened, not Winston's assumption of "last life".

"Yes, I'll win Shire, and I'll wait for you on the throne." Winston reached out and bounced on Hunter's forehead.

He woke up to God, but something deep in his heart cracked out at any time.

At 5:30 p.m. local time, players from each team started practice at Silverstone.

Marcus looked at Hunt's lap speed, and stroked his head: "This kid is in a good shape."

"I hope to stay until qualifying."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the second practice session is about to begin. Hunt came into a small corner with his pockets, squinted, and lighted himself with a cigarette.

After pumping about a third, someone came to sit next to him, and according to the length of the other's legs, Hunter didn't need to look up to know who the other was.

Neither of them spoke until the half of Hunter's smoke was burned, and the person beside him said, "Give me a sip."

Hunter smiled with a tear in his mouth. "You won't bring it!"

With this in his mouth, he still held the cigarette **** to the other side. This time he deliberately pinched the part of the cigarette holder so that Winston would have to pick it up with his own hands.

But he did not expect Winston to hold his cigarette **** with Hunt's fingers.

"Hey!" Hunt felt a sense of fright.

He wanted to retract his fingers, but he didn't expect the other person to directly bit his fingertips, and the intensity was not small. He could only watch the other person take a sip, and then pressed the tip of his tongue under the cigarette holder to send out the cigarette.

"You bite me!" Hunter stared at the other with a rounded eye.

"Then why did you deliberately pinch it?" Winston asked coldly.

Hunt found himself speechless and sounded as though he had lost ground ... but the guy in front of him was like an emperor, and he had to wait for even smoking.

The second round of qualifying is about to begin, and Hunter and Winston rose up in unison to return to their respective teams.

Mr. Marcus was a bit timid: "If Hunter can keep it, I think it's still possible to get eighth or ninth!"