Chapter 13 – One half of the world are males, and the other half are females

Editor: Mimishijie

Proofreader: Happy Bubbles

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Hunter felt embarrassed and smiled, facing the team’s public relations manager with a seemingly extremely bashful expression.

He definitely doesn’t want to be in front of the media, these journalists are like wasps. He’ll have to act like there’s no honey; if not, he’ll be stung till his body bursts.

“Winston did indeed give Hunter a lot of encouragement. Perhaps it may have been because Winston was also Hunter’s age when he first entered Formula 1.”

“There’s a rumour circulating that in the hotel lobby, before today’s match, Winston had a dispute with Hunter’s teammate, McGrady, to defend him. Is this true?”

Hunter sighed in his heart, this matter really had spread out. 

Hunter shook his head, as if wanting to explain. However, afraid that he would be unable to explain clearly, he once again faced the public relations manager.  

The public relations manager was stupefied, ‘This boy’s ability to pass the pot is truly self-taught!’

“Don’t get me wrong, we are still united internally in Marcus’s team. Furthermore, everyone is familiar with Winston’s temper, how could he possibly argue with anyone?”

Hunter nodded along as the public relations manager spoke; afterwards, he only foolishly laughed no matter what the media asked.

The media interviewed Mcgrady later on, asking if Hunter was indeed very well protected by the team. It seemed that he was shy and didn’t know how to answer questions.

“Well protected? That’s because he stutters, with so many of you surrounding him, he’s too nervous to even speak!”

As a result, amongst the online news regarding Hunter, the most striking one was ‘Teammate reports that Evan Hunter stutters, due to a psychological shadow from childhood.’

Hunter gnashed his teeth as he walked down the hotel hallways. 

“I stutter? It’s none of your business if I stutter! Watch out before I bite you!”

At this moment, a teasing voice rang out as someone caught him by the shoulder.  

“Hey, little boy — who made you so angry?”

Hunter raised his head and saw Donald from Sauber.

This guy seemed to be of Latin descent, about 28 years old this year, with a slight stubble on his chin. At least outwardly, he possessed a mature temperament that Hunter envied. 

But…what does this guy want?

“What do you mean by this disdainful gaze?” Donald jokingly asked.

“Don’t you remember treating me as a valet boy at the entrance of the Ferrari charity dinner?”

“Oh — so that kid with the tacky hairstyle and attire was you!”

Hunter shook off his arm, he didn’t want to talk to him even more at that point.

“Don’t be like that. Get yourself a stylist for the next dinner party. Today you chased me so much I nearly pissed myself in fear, that’s really impressive!” 

Hunter wrinkled his nose, was this really a way to describe oneself?

‘Pissed myself in fear’, what the hell?

“I heard that today was your first time winning points?” Donald seemed to be interested in Hunter.

“And so?”

“Did it feel like when you lost your virginity?”

Hunter glanced at Donald dumbfoundedly and was about to leave quickly.

Donald saw the light, ”My god! You can’t still be a virgin, right?”

Hunter felt like he was struck by lightning. 

“That has nothing to do with you!”

“One half of the world are males, and the other half are females.”

“Ah?”

“This is Canada,” Donald raised his eyebrows, hinting at Hunter.

“So…“

“You can’t drink alcohol in America, they’ll check your ID when you enter bars, but if it’s in Canada…“ 

Donald tilted his head and Hunter’s little heart jumped.

That’s right! This is Canada!

He can liberate himself in advance!

“How many days off did your team give you?”

“Until tomorrow. We’ll fly to England the next day.”

“Me too. Let’s go, this uncle will bring you out to play. It’s best to pick a sister up — don’t hold little Hunter back, what happens if its growth is harmed?” Donald patted Hunter’s back uninhibitedly.

At this moment, his heart began to stir; Donald also became less annoying.

As the both of them walked into the lift, Donald curiously questioned, ”I say, are you close to Vann Winston? Your public relations manager clarified that he didn’t get into a fight with your teammate, McGrady, but I clearly saw it!”

“What do you know about it?”

“The few sentences from Winston were simply so explosive! I couldn’t forget about it even if I wanted to! Especially this phrase — ‘Watch out because I’ll rip your bird off and shove it down your throat!’”

If he wasn’t mistaken, Donald seemed to admire Winston a lot.

But this line originated from Winston! Honestly, when exactly did he learn it?

“Originally, I was still wondering, what’s so special about you to be able to get Winston to stand up for you?!” 

“Stand up for me?” Hunter felt that Donald’s description was so… weird?

“You didn’t see how he was? It was like a man gone insane, who won’t let anyone touch his woman.” Donald glanced at Hunter with a ‘can’t you tell’ look.

Hunter shook his head, using his eyes to reply: I can’t feel it.

Furthermore, this description filled Hunter’s face with black lines[1]¹Imagine anime-ish black lines on Hunter’s face. 

“But after this match, I finally understood what makes you special.”

“What is it?”

“You have the ability to drive people to the point of insanity and burst out swearing.”

“Ah? What did you even curse about me?

“I don’t remember anymore.” Donald shrugged his shoulders, “It’s the same few phrases back and forth, not as creative as Winston. But what I meant to say was that you’re really good. What exactly were you doing in the previous few matches?”

“Conserving my strength, and in the process, letting you guys relax your vigilance towards me.”

“Hahaha! I loathe you on the track! However, I like you now!” Donald burst into laughter. 

On the way to the bar, Donald taught Hunter his pick-up skills without any reserve.  

“Listen, kid — if you’ve taken a fancy towards a woman, remember to never ever stare at her. Whenever her vision falls on you, just face her and smile, then look elsewhere afterwards.”

“Oh…”

“It’s called playing hard to get. After that, head over and get her a drink when you’re really certain that she’s actually into you.” 

“Understood,” Hunter suddenly saw the light.

As expected, one still needs experience when flirting with girls. This is why mature men are more charismatic.

“If she says that she wants to go home, then you reply that you’ll bring her home.”

“What if she rejects me?”

Donald covered his face and helplessly replied, ”Then tell her that you’re a racer.”

“Why?”

“Idiot. In a woman’s heart, racers are both dangerous and charming. Plus, we have strong physiques, and our muscles are on another level compared to people who go to the gym. Their muscles might look impressive, but they’re useless. We can make a woman feel absolutely satisfied.” 

“Hold on… do you have some kind of motive for treating me so well?” Hunter creased his brows. 

“Of course I do. I beg of you not to chase behind my ass in the next match. It makes people feel awful and age faster.”

“How about this, after the qualifying round, just get behind me, this way I won’t have to chase after you?”

“Forget it, I’ll choose to continue to loathe you still.”

Donald brought Hunter to a bar that was well known in the area. He ordered a low-alcohol cocktail for Hunter, then shortly found an interested partner. It’s best to expect he wouldn’t be lonely tonight. 

“Hey brother, it’s a rare opportunity to set yourself free!”

Yet Hunter held the alcohol without taking a sip, following what Donald had taught him on the way, searching for a potential partner.

A distance away, a woman with a fashionable, short, golden hair gazed at Hunter, her meaningful glance carried a smile which made people’s hearts itch. 

Hunter deliberately did according to Donald’s words, pretending to not be interested in the other, and walked in another direction.

After detouring two rounds, he once again returned to a place nearby and noticed that the woman had actually looked at him again.

There was an indescribable sense of excitement rising in his heart.

It was just like a racing match, he was about to complete an unforgettable overtake.

However, when he walked towards her, he didn’t expect that she would actually set down her alcohol and head out.

Ah… that’s regrettable. 

Just when Hunter was sighing in his heart, the woman actually came back, and gestured a smoking motion towards Hunter. 

Hunter’s eyes shone, he was incessantly overjoyed.

He pretended to calmly set the cup down and strode out. Sure enough, he saw the woman seated on the side of the road, lighting a cigarette with her lighter. 

Hunter sat down by her side.

“You’re still young?”

“Ah?”

“What I meant was, are you of age?” The lady smiled and asked.

“Of course.” 

In Canada’s terms, he was of age.

The lady licked her lips, ”I noticed you when you first came in. So cute.”

“It doesn’t make me happy being praised as cute. I can also be sexy.”

The lady smiled, ”How sexy?”

“Can I have a puff of your cigarette?” Hunter raised his chin and asked.

“Of course you can.” The lady pursed her lips as she used her fingers to swivel the cigarette butt to the other, handing it over to Hunter, “Smoking doesn’t make a man look sexy.”

But she was dazed the next second.

The youth in front of her didn’t reach out to take the cigarette, but instead, he was leaning towards her, as if he was about to kiss her. His lips slightly pursed over her fingers as he sucked on the cigarette.

He spat out a mouthful of smoke while slowly hooking up the corner of his mouth towards her, ”How about now?” 

An image of Winston approaching him indescribably played in his mind.

The woman’s smile was more pronounced, her hands pressed Hunter’s head over, ”It’s really fucking sexy…“ 

Seeing that she was about to kiss him, an ice-cold voice fell as someone walked to their side.

“What are you doing here?”

Hunter’s shoulders trembled, he raised his head and made contact with Winston’s eyes, dense as the night sky.

His heart abruptly sunk, his nerves were tense. He felt as if he was about to cross the finishing line.

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The author has something to say:

When frying eggs:

Hunter: You… you… why are you here?

Winston: How could I let you tease another woman with the same way I teased you. 

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[1] Imagine anime-ish black lines on Hunter’s face 

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Notes:

nura: oHHH SCANDALOUS *starts playing battle music in the bg*

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  Imagine anime-ish black lines on Hunter’s face