MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 1 Your pants are not pulled up

"Hunt! Hunt, come out to me! What the **** are you driving today! Why didn't you stop Duchouni for me! This is the team's strategy! Don't you understand?"

The roar sounds like shaking the eardrum through.

The young man sitting on the toilet rolled his eyes to the ceiling, took out his mobile phone and played with the fun, and by the way opened his voice.

"Recumbent your family! Get out of me!"

"My parents have gone to see God, you must **** my family there!" Hunter said indifferently.

"You little bird who can't even grow hair, open the door!"

Hunt tilted his head and carefully recalled whether he had long hair or not, and then said helplessly, "The hair on my bird is very good, or should I take a picture and send it to you?"

After a pause in one second, McGrady kicked the door hard, causing Hunter's phone to almost fall into the pit.

"Hunt! You stutterer! Are you afraid to see me **** hard to say, so **** refused to come out!"

Hunt poked his tongue. Basically, he could not speak until he was very agitated, but he was not agitated now and his tongue worked well.

"Hey, Tracy McGrady ... I mean, if I had the ability to stop Duchouni, I wouldn't be a rookie who couldn't get points."

Duchuny was fourth in the Formula One Grand Prix last year. Isn't it easy for him to start a three-race race like chopping vegetables?

Hunter's voice was lazy, "It's all about me, you don't have the ability".

A fire burned from the top of McGrady's head, and he roared: "Why don't you just say that you haven't got points in the three races so far, just get out!"

Well, this stabbed Hunt with little pride.

So ... we hurt each other?

I'll give you a big gift.

Otherwise I guess I can't even get out the bathroom door. The mobile phone is almost out of power.

Hunter unscrewed the beverage bottle on the ground, unbuttoned his pants slowly, and hissed softly.

"Maddy, are you still there?" Hunt's timid voice sounded.

Then the door was slammed hard again.

"Little bastard! I'm still there!"

A grin grinned from Hunter's lips, stood on the toilet lid, and quickly smashed the drink bottle through the top door slit.

After hearing just a bang, McGrady's roar almost turned the bathroom ceiling!

"Evan Hunt-I'm going to kill you!"

This time, the door was really opened!

Hunter was not surprised at all. In fact, it was a miracle that this door could resist McGrady's attack for so long.

Maddie's irritated shoulders were wet and embarrassed, and her eyes were about to burst onto Hunter. He dragged Hunter off the toilet, seeing his fist about to hit Hunter's face, and a cold voice sounded from the door.

"If you don't use the bathroom, please go out."

The sudden drop in pressure caused the heart to sink for a while.

Obviously the other party's voice is not loud, but there is an illusion that the brain is suppressed.

Tracy McGrady's original irritable expression was replaced by surprise. The moment he let go of his hand, Hunter abruptly fled and stepped out of Tracy's attack range.

"Winston ..." McGrady didn't expect this person to appear.

Winston didn't speak, only glanced at the pool of liquid on the ground, and calmly walked to the sink.

This is the first time Hunter has seen Vann Winston so close.

This man, just like himself, got an F1 license when he was eighteen years old. Ferrari Hui signed the young man from Britain with his eyes. His cold arrogance once made him not loved by the industry, but Winston has been smashed in the past three years and his performance is dazzling. Last year, he won the second place in personal score.

His handsome features and aristocratic temperament from England, countless female fan fans, and even some media wrote: Winston has a kind of ascetic sexiness.

He said very little, and the media had hardly ever shot him laughing.

Technology and appearance are outstanding, which makes Hunt standing awkward in his heart.

One is the future king predicted by the media, the other is the newcomer at the bottom of the ranking ... Hunter suddenly feels that this encounter is a little hurting self-esteem ... although he still feels that he has no self-esteem.

Wait, this is not the time to be sour, and if you don't leave at this time, he will be smashed into a muddy toilet by McGrady!

Hunter moved quietly in the direction of the door, and McGrady was walking towards him.

After that, go out and get jailed!

But it ’s worth it!

Just then, Winston's voice sounded.

"Hunter."

Just as Bing Ling fell into the warm water, Hunter's shoulders trembled, and he never dreamed of what it would be like for Winston to pronounce his name.

He thought he should have heard it wrong and took another step forward, but his name was once again pronounced by that unique voice.

"Hunter."

"you call me?"

Hunt opened his eyes and pointed to himself.

Winston turned his back to him, wiping his hands in a tissue.

In the hands of the racing car, Winston's figure is definitely tall and slender. Even with only the back view, he has wide shoulders and narrow hips. The legs are so beautiful that he wants to fold him.

Hunter started secretly sour again. He stared at the pool of liquid on the ground, and suddenly hoped that Winston would step on it when he turned around, would that emotionless face crack?

Winston threw the paper towel into the trash can and turned around, as if calculated precisely, his toes were almost a centimeter away from the pool of liquid.

Hunt sighed secretly.

It's a pity not to step on it.

However, he did not forget that the other party had called his name just now, and twice.

"Is there a problem?"

To be honest, Winston was able to call his own name, which surprised Hunter.

Of course, McGrady was going to be stunned.

Winston turned around and his ice-blue eyes looked at Hunter.

His eyes are beautifully contoured, with an indescribable depth. No wonder a well-known female media person once jokingly wrote in the column: Don't look at Vann Winston for more than three seconds, otherwise you will lose yourself.

He walked closer to Hunter.

"Your pants are not pulled on."

"Ha? What?" Hunt couldn't return.

The other party did not speak again, and raised his hand directly. When his fingertips touched Hunter's jeans zipper, Hunter seemed to feel that the other hand was pressing gently on his most sensitive place. .

The sound of the zipper rubbed against Hunt's heart.

Winston tilted his face slightly and lowered his eyes, slowing his breathing and pulling, and Hunter's mind was blank.

Then the other person walked past him, as if their conversation had never happened.

A few seconds later, McGrady said, "When did you get to know Vann Winston?"

Hunter shook his head blankly: "Today ... we speak for the first time!"

"Really?" McGrady turned his face to the side, his expression stunned again.

Hunter finally turned around and ran all the way.

"Evan Hunt-I'm going to break your neck!"

So, on the way back to New York by plane, Hunter wore sunglasses all the way because he was made into panda eyes by McGrady, and there were two.

Team manager Mr. Marcus is sitting next to him.

"Hunter ... I know you have just entered Formula One and haven't fully adapted to it yet. It's just that you have just played three races. You still have a long way to go to stretch your nerves?" Marcus said.

Tight?

How do I get stretched?

Otherwise, do you take a look at me?

"I know, McGrady told you that he didn't have me, and I didn't have him. Just because I didn't block Duchuni behind him."

"Look, Hunt ... you think about how many drivers want to enter Formula One every year, why did we choose you? Of course, because our entire team thinks you have potential! Duchuny is indeed very good Famous celebrities, but you also have your strengths, as long as you focus and let go ... "

"Isn't it because it's cheap?" Hunt tilted his head and didn't take off his sunglasses.

"What?" Marcus didn't understand what Hunter suddenly said.

"You chose me because my annual salary is cheap, 250,000 euros."

Marcus opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Hunt tilted his head and continued to sleep.

It is estimated that from the next race, he will change from a regular driver of the Marcus team to a test driver.

This is also good. When others are playing, they can squat beside themselves, smoke and play mobile games.

And ... it's time to leave.

Mr. Marcus sighed and said a long time before he said: "Saturday evening there is a charity dinner hosted by Ferrari, and we are also invited. You can also go." Marcus said.

"I still don't show up. I'm afraid McGrady won't laugh at the media."

Marcus knew that Hunter didn't like to deal with the media, so he persuaded: "You should go for snacks and drink champagne."

"I can't drink."

"Oh ... I forgot that you are under twenty-one." Marcus said deliberately in regret, "but you can have a snack to see a beautiful woman."

"Well ... I'll go." Hunt sighed in his heart. He knew that if he did not go, Mr. Marcus would always persuade him, for more than 360 reasons, without heavy samples, he would not even want to sleep for a minute.

When the plane arrived, Hunter carried his bag and returned to his small apartment in New York. He threw the bag on the spot and lay on the bed.

Only myself ... so boring ...

He turned on the computer and searched for the news of the previous race at will.

The first thing that popped up was the press conference of Ferrari after the game.

Winston was sitting next to the team manager. Almost all the media's questions were directed at him, but it was the team manager who answered the questions.

"Winston, you can catch up with" Great White Shark "by 0.5 second in this race. In the next race, you think you will be the biggest obstacle to defending the championship of Shire. ?"

Asked a question is Audrey Wilson, a well-known Formula One writer.