MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 36 Are you sure not?

He remembered what Winston had to do, and suddenly felt all this terrifying.

"What?" Winston chuckled, and tapped his fingers on his lower lip. "You don't remember how you bit me, right?"

Ah ... it's bleeding ...

I think it hurts!

"The skills of your loved ones really need to be improved. I really don't think which woman you can give a good night."

Winston turned his face to the side and stretched the lines of his neck. On the side, Hunter saw a small red mark.

"This ... is this my dear?"

"Do you think this is my own kiss?"

Winston's lips had an almost imperceptible smile, but his voice was so cold.

Hunter suddenly felt guilty, and he really wanted to kneel under the other's casual pants.

But everything is too late.

"Trouble your little Hunt these days to be safe. See you on the track."

After that, Winston left.

Hunt stood still, still unable to digest it all.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Originally, I didn't make it into the top five for three consecutive stops, at most it was just a striptease for Winston! Hunter thinks about it, big deal in hip-hop in underwear.

But now ... if this station ...

He shouldn't be beaten by the guy in Winston ... the scale of this bet is too big ...

Then Hunt felt stupid.

Winston is obviously threatening him, putting pressure on him, hoping he can take the game seriously. Hunt was drunk or something during the season, which Winston certainly must have been unprofessional.

This guy's self-management must be very strict, but he cannot put this strictness on his friends.

Oh my god, it might as well throw the hair dryer into the bathtub and electrocut yourself!

When he slept at night, Winston's phrase, "If you can't make it to the top five, I will put it in your mouth" keeps echoing in his mind.

Hunter began to associate with margins ... such as how old is Little Winston? For example, what happened after you got drunk?

He only faintly remembered that he was crazy, all he cared about, felt embarrassed, and embarrassed things were thrown behind his head because of alcohol. It seemed that something was pulling him, tempting him ... making him look like himself.

Hunt pressed **** his head, and it turned out that alcohol was terrible.

After getting up on this day, it wasn't just Hunt who was debilitated, but also team manager Marcus, driver McGrady and public relations manager.

But Marcus is still struggling to hold a meeting for everyone, because a new power unit director will join the Marcus team.

"Hey, Hunter, when you see Dr. Shen, please be kind, don't be so reluctant, can you?"

"Do I look unkind?" Hunt raised his eyes.

"You don't look unkind, you just look ruthless." Marcus sat helplessly next to Hunter, "Listen, I'm like you ... It feels like sake is pouring into my head , But Dr. Shen is really important. "

Although Hunter admires the R & D staff, he always has no common language with them. Dr. Shen should also be full of data that makes him unable to understand.

"I just want to know, can Dr. Shen keep me in the top five for this race?"

"He ... maybe it can." Marcus thought seriously.

Hunter refreshed, and looked at Marcus inconceivably.

"You never really have such confidence in who you are! Don't you play me?"

Marcus sighed: "Hunt, you should know that Formula 1 is no longer dependent solely on the driver's driving skills, right?"

"Well ... car performance is first. Only a genius like me can drive your car against those big teams!" Hunt did not forget to inflate himself.

"Yeah." Marcus admitted this quite frankly. "Actually, last year, our technical director of the power unit had the intention to leave. Because of the old friendship, I barely stayed, and I began to look for The person who took his place. But those who have real experience and R & D capabilities have long been poached by large teams! "

"Yeah. You can't afford that annual salary at all." Hunt pointed to himself, meaning "my annual salary is the lowest."

Marcus said funnyly: "Do you think I don't know Red Bull Racing will drive you 750,000?"

Hunt froze. "How do you know?"

"You stupid kid is so sleepy. I didn't even run in front of me with someone digging a corner and asked me to raise your annual salary."

"If you're really rich, I'll talk to you about your annual salary! If you can't even afford the pants, shouldn't I talk to you to force you to take medicine?

"What medicine?"

"A cure for neurosis!" Hunt took a natural look.

Marcus resisted the urge to sting him: "You can rest assured, you can continue to guarantee this situation, and the dividends will definitely make you over a million."

Hunter's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Really ... well, we're not talking about you, Dr. Shen!"

"Then let's talk back to Dr. Shen and continue talking about him!"

It was said that Hunt, who was not short of money at the end of the season, was very energetic.

"He is Chinese and came to the United States with his sister to pursue a doctorate. Dr. Shen sent me some of his Formula 1 design ideas, and he told me that these ideas had been brewing in his brain for many years. He was in middle school At the beginning of the era, it was F1 fans! At the time, my feeling was that although MIT's aura was dazzling, the publication of so many papers also made me think that he was better at the theory than the practical Formula One ... "

"So?"

"So I feel the need for an interview! Just in Montreal, Canada, I was sitting in the hotel restaurant and chatting with Dr. Shen, and I suddenly felt that many of his ideas not only fit the needs of our competition, but also are practical and not a conceptual theory. But I'm still hesitant. His salary is about the same as our current power unit director. "

"Oh ... so you can't bear the money again?" Hunt sighed.

"Hello-this is a reasonable consideration! You scumbag!"

"Well, even if ... reasonable ... so Dr. Shen lowered his annual salary requirement later?"

"No, he didn't lower his annual salary. I promised him." Marcus looked up and exhaled. "Because Winston was right at the front desk of the hotel at that time. He said that he would hire him three times as high salary. . "

"You believe what Winston said?" Hunt stared at him with a crooked head.

"Isn't he more credible than you?" Marcus asked back.

Hunter looked helpless: If you knew what he said to me when he left my room this morning, would you still think he was trustworthy?

"I really feel like I'm making it now! Dr. Shen completed the adjustment of the power unit in just one month. Luke's steering speed increased by 0.1 second during the test run. More than that ... you know his Is my sister also a PhD student in mechanical and aerodynamics at MIT? "

"Of course I don't know."

"She is now our suspension system engineer! Do you know how bullish the dynamic suspension system was then?"

"Know! Because F1 has lost the meaning of the game and was directly banned by the FIA."

"Her new submission of the variable suspension system has been officially confirmed by the FIA. It uses brake torque to solve the problem of front tilting when braking. It is part of the suspension system and not an aerodynamic package."

"Really?" Hunt was a little confused.

"Really! You have to feel good about this free practice! You don't know how envious Luke and you are!"

At that moment, Hunter suddenly felt that he was resurrected!

If the performance of the car improves, maybe he can really enter the top five again?

At this time, the sound of the trunk being dragged came in the corridor outside the room.

"They're here!" Marcus's head full of sake suddenly woke up, rushed to the door, opened the door, and hugged the dark-haired young man standing at the door tightly, "Oh ... you finally came! I thought you would miss the free practice! "

"How is it possible! I also want to hear Hunter tell us firsthand whether he likes me and Xiaoxi's debugging."

This is the first time Hunter has seen Shen Chuan. It was a young, dark-haired young man with mild eyes and a wise but definitely not sharp smile.

He wears simple t-shirts and jeans, and can't see the old-fashioned and overly persistent discomfort of the developers.

Hunter stood up and stretched out his hand to the other side: "Hello, I'm Evan Hunt ... a racing driver for Marcus."

"Hello, I'm Shen Chuan, the new power unit director. This is my sister Shen Xi." Shen Chuan smiled and turned to the side. Hunter found that there was a petite girl standing behind him.

She supported the suitcase with one hand, tilted her head to look at Hunter, and clearly put on the old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, but her eyes became brighter.

"Hello, Hunt. My brother and I watched your race at Silverstone. It's really a shame."

so cute! so cute!

Hunt opened his eyes, and the little girl in front of her seemed relaxed enough to let her sit on her shoulders! The serious look of his big eyes reminded Hunter of the cartoon "Araly" when he was a kid!

"Yeah, I have a flat tire!" Hunt said.

"After the flat tire, you will be fastened, but you can still reach the eighth place. Your driving skills are beyond doubt. If you were driving a car designed by my brother and me at the time, you should be able to reach the seventh or the fourth place. Six. "The girl named Shen Xi lifted her glasses up.

"Xiaoxi really likes you. After watching the race at Silverstone that day, she said that she wanted to be your racing engineer. I also admire you, I have asked myself countless times that if I were you, I would be disadvantaged. After qualifying for a bad tire, but refused to give up chasing to the end for a moment? The answer is, I will too. I think you and I are the same kind of people. I hope that one day you can drive our car to win the championship. "

Hunt looked into Shen Chuan's eyes, and he found that he was different from those who said good words. He was sincere and every word was true.

"Okay, then you are my brother!" Hunter raised his fist to Shen Chuan. He had thought that Shen Chuan could not react. He did not expect that Shen Chuan would touch Boxing Palm with Hunter lightly.

From lunch to dinner, the various problems that Hunter and Shen Chuan may have when turning from racing to acceleration of overtaking on the straight. Not only is Shen Chuan a patient listener, he can even use the most complex and simplest principles The metaphor is told to Hunter, there is no such thing as a senior engineer's shelf.

"Do you think ... can I really make the top five this time?" Hunter asked them seriously.

"I don't see how you are so unconfident? Or are you not confident in us?" Shen Chuan laughed.

"No, this question is very important. I can't drive into the top five and would rather be hacked to death!"

"Even if you really can't drive into the top five, the probability of being struck by lightning is very small ..." said Shen Xi, who had been concentrating on the fruit waffle structure.

"During the free practice, you know what you feel." Shen Chuan patted Hunter's shoulder and comforted.

I don't know why, Shen Chuan has a calm and convincing power in everything he says.

"However, if you and my brother upgrade the car for you and you ca n’t drive into the top five, I will make a machine that will directly lead you to death." Shen Xi cut the waffle with a knife, strawberry jam is like blood Flow out.

"Haha, your sister is really joking!"

"No, my sister never jokes. What she said is true." Shen Chuan nodded.

Where is Hunt? He doesn't understand the genius!

A few days later, the first free practice session began on the Suzuka Circuit.

In the straight, Hunter could not fully feel the advantages of the car after the upgrade, but it is undeniable that the center of gravity of the entire car is more even.

When steering and braking, Hunter was pleasantly surprised by the stability of the car. Even if he didn't need timing, he knew he was turning faster and smoother.

When his practice session ended, he couldn't wait to rush to Shen Chuan, who was holding his chin and looking at the tablet.

"Dude, I love you!"

Shen Chuan immediately stretched out his arms and tried to cushion the impact of Hunter, but he took a big step back and almost fell to the ground.

"We love you too." Shen Chuan said helplessly.

"So you really like this car?"

Not far away, Shen Xi came over, biting on the Snickers, and at that moment, Hunter thought of the little squirrel jumping on his windowsill as a child.

"I like it very much!"

"We are also very satisfied with the statistics of today's free practice. So if you can't get the top five in this race, I have a hundred ways to get you hacked to death."

After speaking, Shen Xi turned around.

Shen Chuan snapped a finger in Hunter's ear and laughed: "A friendship reminder again, what Xiaoxi said is true."

Hunter suddenly felt double pressure.

The second practice session was scheduled in the afternoon. Hunt hummed "Tower of London" and came to the bathroom to put water.

Just walked in, and just met Winston coming out.

Unlike the expectations he had seen before, Hunt wanted to disappear at this time.

He managed to forget the stupid things he did to Winston after he was drunk. Of course, he couldn't remember most of them, he was really embarrassed.

Just trying to pretend to be passing by the bathroom door, Winston read his name: "Hunter."

Hunt was crying in his heart, but his face was like "I'm fine, not awkward at all".

"Haha ... Winston! Come to the bathroom! I haven't been to the bathroom with you yet!"

Hold the grass! Hunt! Are you knotting your head! What the **** is this!

"Okay, now together." Winston rolled his face and motioned to enter together.

"You ... aren't you finished?"

The ghost wants to go to the bathroom with you!

"I always give priority to your requests." Winston's lips twitched a smile that only Hunter had ever seen, leaning naturally on him.

This smile made Hunter immediately understand that the guy was still angry.

Hunter swallowed subconsciously and quickly shook his hand: "No need to bother! I don't want to go to the bathroom at all!"

"Then what are you doing here? To meet me in the bathroom?" Winston took another step, and his face was almost on Hunter's cheek.

"How is it possible ... we ..."

Hunter's words weren't finished, he just felt a force pressing his shoulders, and pressed against the wall of the passageway of the bathroom.

"Grasp the grass ..." Hunter nearly hit his back.

The next moment, his cheek was caught by the other side and he had to open his head.

Hunter frowned, but Winston's ice-blue eyes met.

His gaze fell, as if tracing Hunt's lips, hooking the tip of his tongue, slowly but undeniably to go deeper.

Hunt's heart seemed to be strangled, and his blood was still.

For the first time, Hunter inexplicably feared the man.

A few seconds later, Winston let go of his hand, and Hunter pushed the other side angrily, and touched Winston's cheek.

"What are you doing!" He shouted, concealing the moment of uneasiness in his heart.

"I look at your mouth."

"What's wrong with my mouth?" Hunt was alert, and said that because he had bitten Winston's lower lip the day he was drunk, this guy wanted revenge?

"I'm afraid I can't get in."

Winston lowered his eyes, his face was still so pale that he could barely see the smile, and only Hunter felt a sense of coldness.

"What stuff ..."

When Hunter reacted to what the other party meant, his blood fluttered and he glared at him.

Then, the old fault was committed again.

His tongue was stiff and he couldn't roll up to make a normal sound. He could only pout hard and tell Winston with his eyes that he was really angry.

"Hunt, are you angry?"

Winston's hand reached over, and Hunter leaned over his face to avoid it.

"As an apology ... if you rush into the top five this time, I'll get it out with your mouth."

Winston looked at Hunter without the joke just now, as if making a very important agreement between them.

But Hunt knew that this guy's bad factors were working again. Winston was angry, but this time Hunt was really not sure what exactly caused him to be so angry for so long.

What happened to you?

If it's just because my wine is bad, you know why you can't take it seriously?

Hunt faintly felt that it was not just because he had reached Winston or bit his lip, there must have been other things that kept Winston in his heart.

But ... what the **** happened!

"Huh?" Hunt's heart tightened with Winston's rising voice.

"I ... I don't need it!"

Hunt pushed the other side hard, but Winston kept his posture leaning towards him.

The trace of his own bite on his lower lip was scabby, slightly darker than usual, and this distance was exactly for Hunter to see.

How did you bite it?

What is your posture?

Could it be that you accidentally hit yourself when you fell?

If it was ... Did Winston hug him?

Countless pictures that he dared not think poured into Hunt's mind, just like countless possibilities.

Suddenly panicked.

His strength should not be small, but he failed to push the other side, which hurt Hunter's self-esteem. So he plucked up and pushed the other side again.

This time Winston finally took a small step backwards.

Hunter took advantage of this gap and was about to leave. Who knew that the other would stretch out his arms and stop him again in the direction he left.

"Are you sure?" Winston's eyes didn't smile, but with a hint of warning.

The heart seemed to be pinched, inexplicably frightened.

"Don't!" Hunter's neck was almost red.

The danger came, and Hunter wanted to retreat immediately and return to a safe area.

He slammed into Winston's arm, but the other side suddenly bent his arm, looking to hug him, Hunter reacted with a quick half-squat, and slipped out. Quickly lowered his body and caught him.

With his cheek almost hitting the other's chest, Hunt scolded in his heart: Damn-what the **** do you want!

At this time, a whistle sounded.

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw Red Bull's Irving squinting in his pockets and smiling at them.

The look was clearly saying, oops, what interesting thing did I see?

The last time this guy played his own account hasn't counted!

Hunt glared at each other, but Irving walked past them indifferently: "Hunt, you want to have a roll sheet experience ... rather than win Winston this time, I will take you to enjoy it!"

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Righteousness.

Hunter: What?

Winston: When you're lying down, you'll imagine that I can help you out, but tell me you don't want to.

Hunter: How do you know?

Winston: I didn't know that. Your reaction now made me sure that my guess was correct.

Hunter: ...