Translator: Vivi and kyo576
Editor: Sammy
Chapter 1 - You didn’t zip your pants
“Hunter! Hunter, I want you to get the hell out right now! What’s going on today?! Why didn’t you block Duchovny for me?! This is a team strategy! Don’t you understand?”
The roar seemed to pierce his eardrums.
The youth sitting on the toilet seat rolled his eyes at the ceiling and took out his phone to play Anipop and even turned on the music.
“I’ll f*ck your entire family. Get out right now!”
“My mum and dad have already left to see God. If you want to f*ck my entire family, you’d have to go there to f*ck them!” Hunter casually replied.
“You rascal whose bird[1] hasn’t even grown any hair yet, open the door!”
Hunter tilted his head and carefully recalled whether he’d really grown hair or not before helplessly saying, “The hair on my bird is growing quite well. How about, I take a picture and send it to you?”
A second of silence passed before McGrady violently kicked the door, shaking it so much that Hunter nearly dropped his phone into the toilet bowl.
“Hunter! You stutterer! Are you afraid that you won’t even be able to f*cking speak when you see me, is that why you’re f*cking refusing to come out?!”
Hunter pursed his lips. Normally, he’d only be incapable of speaking when he was extremely agitated. But right now, that wasn’t the case; his tongue was very well-versed.
“Hey, McGrady… truthfully speaking, if I had the ability to stop Duchovny, I wouldn’t still be the rookie who can’t even score any points.”
Duchovny was last year’s top four in the Formula One Race competition. Shouldn’t dealing with this rascal, who’d only participated in three races, be as easy as chopping vegetables?
Hunter’s voice was lazy, carrying a tone of ‘what does it have to do with me if you’re useless’.
A fire erupted from the top of McGrady’s head and he roared, “Why don’t you just say that you haven’t been able to obtain a passing grade in the last three matches and scram!”
Alright, this stung Hunter’s nonexistent pride a little.
Then… shall we mutually hurt each other?
Let me give you a big present.
If not, I’ll probably never be able to get out of this restroom. My phone is almost out of battery too, can’t play Anipop anymore!
Hunter picked up the beverage on the floor and slowly undid his pants, quietly mimicking the sound of urinating.
“McGrady, are you still there?” Hunter asked shyly.
The door was violently kicked in response.
“Little bastard, I’m still here!”
Hunter’s face morphed into an evil, ear-splitting grin. He stood on the toilet cover and quickly smashed the bottle over the top of the door.
\There was a crash and then there was McGrady’s furious roar, as if he wanted to turn the toilet upside down.
“Evan Hunter- I’m going to destroy you!”
This time, the door was finally kicked open.
Hunter wasn’t surprised. In reality, it was already a miracle that this door could withstand his fury for so long.
The fuming McGrady’s shoulders were wet and cut a sorry figure. His eyes stuck onto Hunter’s body and dragged him off the toilet bowl. Seeing that a fist was about to land on Hunter’s face, an icy voice suddenly spoke up from the doorway.
“If you guys aren’t using the toilet, please get out.”
The temperature dropped rapidly, freezing one’s heart.
His voice was obviously not loud, but it contained a pressure capable of suppressing one’s mind.
McGrady’s original fury transformed into shock and his hands quickly released, allowing Hunter to escape and retreat outside of his assault zone.
“Winston…” McGrady never expected this person to appear here.
Winston didn’t say anything, his gaze merely sweeping upon the liquid on the ground as he calmly walked towards the sink.
This was Hunter’s first time seeing Vann Winston up close .
This man was like him, obtaining an F1 license at the age of 18. Ferrari had the foresight to sign on this future, little hero of England. Last year, he also ranked second place in terms of popularity.
His handsome features coupled with his aristocratic temperament attracted countless female fans. Some media outlets even described him as such: Winston had a sort of reserved sexiness.
His words were scarce and the media never seemed to have captured any photos of him smiling before.
Both his skills and appearance were outstanding, making Hunter, who was standing by the side, silently jealous.
One was the person hailed by the media as the future king, while the other was a rookie ranked at the bottom… Hunter suddenly felt that this sort of interaction would hurt his dignity… Despite knowing that he didn’t have much dignity to begin with.
Wait a minute, now wasn’t the time to feel heartache. If he didn’t take this chance to flee, he’d undoubtedly be beaten into the dirty toilet bowl by McGrady.
Slowly, Hunter silently headed towards the exit but McGrady was already walking towards him with large strides.
He was doomed. He’d still be beaten up when he got out!
But thankfully, at least the fiery anger dissipated, it was worth it!
At this moment, Winston suddenly called out.
“Hunter.”
Like an ice cube dropping into hot water, Hunter’s shoulders trembled. Even in his dreams, he’d never imagined that Winston would call his name like this.
He thought he must’ve heard wrongly and took another step forward. But once again, his name was called in the same unique tone.
“Hunter.”
“You’re… calling me?”
Hunter’s eyes were wide open as he pointed to himself.
Winston’s back was facing him, using neither too fast nor too slow speed to wipe his hands with a tissue.
Within the racer’s circle, Winston’s figure was definitely the rarely seen, tall yet lithe form. Even if it was just the view of his back, his broad shoulders and slim waist could be seen. His pair of legs were also beautiful enough to make people want to break them.
Hunter had begun to secretly grow irritated. He stared at the pool of liquid, suddenly hoping very much that Winston would turn around and step on it. At that time, would that expressionless face explode?
Winston threw the tissue into the trash can, turned around and, as if he’d accurately calculated it before, the heel of his foot stepped not more than one centimetre away from the pool of liquid.
Hunter inwardly sighed.
He didn’t step on it, what a shame.
However, he didn’t forget that the other had called his name just now and even said it twice.
“Do you need something?”
Honestly speaking, it surprised Hunter quite a bit that Winston would call out his name.
Of course, McGrady, who was about to punch him, was also very shocked.
Winston turned his body around and stared at Hunter with his ice blue eyes.
The outlines of his eyes were very pretty, with a kind of unspeakable depth. No wonder recently, a well known female reporter had half-jokingly posted a message online, “Don’t meet eyes with Vann Winston for more than three seconds, otherwise you’d lose yourself”.
He was walking towards Hunter, getting closer with every step.
“You didn’t zip your pants.”
“Huh? What?” Hunter still hadn’t recovered his wits yet.
The other didn’t bother repeating himself and just directly lifted a hand. Right when his fingertips touched the zipper of Hunter’s jeans, Hunter sensed he could feel the other’s free hand gently pressing itself onto his most sensitive place.
The sound of the zipper being pulled caused friction in Hunter’s heart.
Winston turned his head slightly, the curtains of his eyes hanging low. Time seemed to slow down, as Hunter’s mind completely turned blank.
Afterwards, the other left without a sound, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
A few seconds later, McGrady asked, “Since when did you get so friendly with Vann Winston?”
Hunter dazedly shook his head, “Today...is the first time we spoke!”
“Really?” McGrady’s face turned to the side and his expression grew sinister once more.
Hunter finally turned around and fled.
“Evan Hunter— I’ll break your neck!”
Thus, on the flight back to New York, Hunter wore a pair of sunglasses because his face had been completely beaten up to the point where he sported two large panda eyes.
The manager of their team, Marcus, sat beside him.
“Hunter... I know that you’ve just joined the Formula One race and haven’t adapted yet. You’ve only done three matches so far, the road before you is still long. So, get your spirits up, alright?” Marcus said.
Raise his spirits?
How should he raise his spirits?
How about, you raise it for him to see?
“I know, McGrady already told you. It’s either me or him. If there’s him, there can’t be me and if there’s me, there can’t be him. All because I didn’t help him block Duchovny who was behind him.”
“Listen, Hunter… Think about it. Every year, there are so many race car drivers that aspire to enter the F1 but why did we choose you out of all of them? Of course it’s because our entire team believes in your ability! It’s true that Duchovny is a popular rookie but you also have your own strong points. As long as you pay more attention and give it your all…”
“Isn’t it because I’m cheap?” Hunter cocked his head at him but didn’t remove his sunglasses.
“What?” Marcus didn’t understand the implication behind Hunter’s abrupt words which sprang out of nowhere.
“You all chose me because my fee was cheap that year, 250,000 euros.”
Marcus opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
Hunter turned away and continued to sleep.
He reckoned that from the next competition onwards, he’d go from a professional racer to a benchwarmer for other racers to practice against.
This situation wasn’t unfavourable. When others were competing, he could squat in a corner to smoke and play mobile games.
And then...leave when it was time to go.
Marcus sighed and only spoke again after a long time, “There’s a charity dinner being organised by Ferrari this saturday. We’re also on the list, you should attend.”
“I think it’s better if I don’t appear. I’m afraid that Duchovny will be unable to laugh in front of the reporters there.”
Marcus knew Hunter didn’t like to deal with the media and therefore, tried to persuade him, “Just treat it as going there to have some good food, also drink some champagne.”
“I can’t drink.”
“Ah...I forgot you’ve yet to turn 21.” Marcus deliberately said with pity, “But you can still eat a few cakes and gaze at beauties.”
“Fine...I’ll go.” Hunter sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn’t agree, Marcus would definitely continue to persuade him using three hundred and sixty different reasons. With a different idea in every sentence, he didn’t need to think of sleeping.
When the plane grounded, Hunter picked up his bag and returned to his little flat in New York. Throwing his bag aside, he fell back onto his own bed.
He was all alone...how boring...
Switching on his computer, he casually began to look through information on the previous match.
The first link to pop up was by Ferrari’s public relations team.
Winston sat beside the manager of their team. Although most of the reporter’s questions were targeted at him, the one who replied was his manager.
“Winston, you were behind Ciel, also known as the ‘Great White Shark’, by only half a second in this match. Do you think you’ll be his greatest obstacle in obtaining the championship?”
The one who asked this question was a famous Formula One reporter— Audrey Wilson.
***
T/n: Decided to translate this series after a very long time. I initially translated this last year, but I finally decided to post it after waiting for someone else to translate this for the looongest time. I first saw this novel on Rin’s wordpress 2 years ago and in a moment of curiosity, went ahead and read the raws after reading all the spoilers.
I really like this novel and I promise you this is gonna be an interesting ride.
Editor: Sammy
Chapter 1 - You didn’t zip your pants
“Hunter! Hunter, I want you to get the hell out right now! What’s going on today?! Why didn’t you block Duchovny for me?! This is a team strategy! Don’t you understand?”
The roar seemed to pierce his eardrums.
The youth sitting on the toilet seat rolled his eyes at the ceiling and took out his phone to play Anipop and even turned on the music.
“I’ll f*ck your entire family. Get out right now!”
“My mum and dad have already left to see God. If you want to f*ck my entire family, you’d have to go there to f*ck them!” Hunter casually replied.
“You rascal whose bird[1] hasn’t even grown any hair yet, open the door!”
Hunter tilted his head and carefully recalled whether he’d really grown hair or not before helplessly saying, “The hair on my bird is growing quite well. How about, I take a picture and send it to you?”
A second of silence passed before McGrady violently kicked the door, shaking it so much that Hunter nearly dropped his phone into the toilet bowl.
“Hunter! You stutterer! Are you afraid that you won’t even be able to f*cking speak when you see me, is that why you’re f*cking refusing to come out?!”
Hunter pursed his lips. Normally, he’d only be incapable of speaking when he was extremely agitated. But right now, that wasn’t the case; his tongue was very well-versed.
“Hey, McGrady… truthfully speaking, if I had the ability to stop Duchovny, I wouldn’t still be the rookie who can’t even score any points.”
Duchovny was last year’s top four in the Formula One Race competition. Shouldn’t dealing with this rascal, who’d only participated in three races, be as easy as chopping vegetables?
Hunter’s voice was lazy, carrying a tone of ‘what does it have to do with me if you’re useless’.
A fire erupted from the top of McGrady’s head and he roared, “Why don’t you just say that you haven’t been able to obtain a passing grade in the last three matches and scram!”
Alright, this stung Hunter’s nonexistent pride a little.
Then… shall we mutually hurt each other?
Let me give you a big present.
If not, I’ll probably never be able to get out of this restroom. My phone is almost out of battery too, can’t play Anipop anymore!
Hunter picked up the beverage on the floor and slowly undid his pants, quietly mimicking the sound of urinating.
“McGrady, are you still there?” Hunter asked shyly.
The door was violently kicked in response.
“Little bastard, I’m still here!”
Hunter’s face morphed into an evil, ear-splitting grin. He stood on the toilet cover and quickly smashed the bottle over the top of the door.
\There was a crash and then there was McGrady’s furious roar, as if he wanted to turn the toilet upside down.
“Evan Hunter- I’m going to destroy you!”
This time, the door was finally kicked open.
Hunter wasn’t surprised. In reality, it was already a miracle that this door could withstand his fury for so long.
The fuming McGrady’s shoulders were wet and cut a sorry figure. His eyes stuck onto Hunter’s body and dragged him off the toilet bowl. Seeing that a fist was about to land on Hunter’s face, an icy voice suddenly spoke up from the doorway.
“If you guys aren’t using the toilet, please get out.”
The temperature dropped rapidly, freezing one’s heart.
His voice was obviously not loud, but it contained a pressure capable of suppressing one’s mind.
McGrady’s original fury transformed into shock and his hands quickly released, allowing Hunter to escape and retreat outside of his assault zone.
“Winston…” McGrady never expected this person to appear here.
Winston didn’t say anything, his gaze merely sweeping upon the liquid on the ground as he calmly walked towards the sink.
This was Hunter’s first time seeing Vann Winston up close .
This man was like him, obtaining an F1 license at the age of 18. Ferrari had the foresight to sign on this future, little hero of England. Last year, he also ranked second place in terms of popularity.
His handsome features coupled with his aristocratic temperament attracted countless female fans. Some media outlets even described him as such: Winston had a sort of reserved sexiness.
His words were scarce and the media never seemed to have captured any photos of him smiling before.
Both his skills and appearance were outstanding, making Hunter, who was standing by the side, silently jealous.
One was the person hailed by the media as the future king, while the other was a rookie ranked at the bottom… Hunter suddenly felt that this sort of interaction would hurt his dignity… Despite knowing that he didn’t have much dignity to begin with.
Wait a minute, now wasn’t the time to feel heartache. If he didn’t take this chance to flee, he’d undoubtedly be beaten into the dirty toilet bowl by McGrady.
Slowly, Hunter silently headed towards the exit but McGrady was already walking towards him with large strides.
He was doomed. He’d still be beaten up when he got out!
But thankfully, at least the fiery anger dissipated, it was worth it!
At this moment, Winston suddenly called out.
“Hunter.”
Like an ice cube dropping into hot water, Hunter’s shoulders trembled. Even in his dreams, he’d never imagined that Winston would call his name like this.
He thought he must’ve heard wrongly and took another step forward. But once again, his name was called in the same unique tone.
“Hunter.”
“You’re… calling me?”
Hunter’s eyes were wide open as he pointed to himself.
Winston’s back was facing him, using neither too fast nor too slow speed to wipe his hands with a tissue.
Within the racer’s circle, Winston’s figure was definitely the rarely seen, tall yet lithe form. Even if it was just the view of his back, his broad shoulders and slim waist could be seen. His pair of legs were also beautiful enough to make people want to break them.
Hunter had begun to secretly grow irritated. He stared at the pool of liquid, suddenly hoping very much that Winston would turn around and step on it. At that time, would that expressionless face explode?
Winston threw the tissue into the trash can, turned around and, as if he’d accurately calculated it before, the heel of his foot stepped not more than one centimetre away from the pool of liquid.
Hunter inwardly sighed.
He didn’t step on it, what a shame.
However, he didn’t forget that the other had called his name just now and even said it twice.
“Do you need something?”
Honestly speaking, it surprised Hunter quite a bit that Winston would call out his name.
Of course, McGrady, who was about to punch him, was also very shocked.
Winston turned his body around and stared at Hunter with his ice blue eyes.
The outlines of his eyes were very pretty, with a kind of unspeakable depth. No wonder recently, a well known female reporter had half-jokingly posted a message online, “Don’t meet eyes with Vann Winston for more than three seconds, otherwise you’d lose yourself”.
He was walking towards Hunter, getting closer with every step.
“You didn’t zip your pants.”
“Huh? What?” Hunter still hadn’t recovered his wits yet.
The other didn’t bother repeating himself and just directly lifted a hand. Right when his fingertips touched the zipper of Hunter’s jeans, Hunter sensed he could feel the other’s free hand gently pressing itself onto his most sensitive place.
The sound of the zipper being pulled caused friction in Hunter’s heart.
Winston turned his head slightly, the curtains of his eyes hanging low. Time seemed to slow down, as Hunter’s mind completely turned blank.
Afterwards, the other left without a sound, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
A few seconds later, McGrady asked, “Since when did you get so friendly with Vann Winston?”
Hunter dazedly shook his head, “Today...is the first time we spoke!”
“Really?” McGrady’s face turned to the side and his expression grew sinister once more.
Hunter finally turned around and fled.
“Evan Hunter— I’ll break your neck!”
Thus, on the flight back to New York, Hunter wore a pair of sunglasses because his face had been completely beaten up to the point where he sported two large panda eyes.
The manager of their team, Marcus, sat beside him.
“Hunter... I know that you’ve just joined the Formula One race and haven’t adapted yet. You’ve only done three matches so far, the road before you is still long. So, get your spirits up, alright?” Marcus said.
Raise his spirits?
How should he raise his spirits?
How about, you raise it for him to see?
“I know, McGrady already told you. It’s either me or him. If there’s him, there can’t be me and if there’s me, there can’t be him. All because I didn’t help him block Duchovny who was behind him.”
“Listen, Hunter… Think about it. Every year, there are so many race car drivers that aspire to enter the F1 but why did we choose you out of all of them? Of course it’s because our entire team believes in your ability! It’s true that Duchovny is a popular rookie but you also have your own strong points. As long as you pay more attention and give it your all…”
“Isn’t it because I’m cheap?” Hunter cocked his head at him but didn’t remove his sunglasses.
“What?” Marcus didn’t understand the implication behind Hunter’s abrupt words which sprang out of nowhere.
“You all chose me because my fee was cheap that year, 250,000 euros.”
Marcus opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
Hunter turned away and continued to sleep.
He reckoned that from the next competition onwards, he’d go from a professional racer to a benchwarmer for other racers to practice against.
This situation wasn’t unfavourable. When others were competing, he could squat in a corner to smoke and play mobile games.
And then...leave when it was time to go.
Marcus sighed and only spoke again after a long time, “There’s a charity dinner being organised by Ferrari this saturday. We’re also on the list, you should attend.”
“I think it’s better if I don’t appear. I’m afraid that Duchovny will be unable to laugh in front of the reporters there.”
Marcus knew Hunter didn’t like to deal with the media and therefore, tried to persuade him, “Just treat it as going there to have some good food, also drink some champagne.”
“I can’t drink.”
“Ah...I forgot you’ve yet to turn 21.” Marcus deliberately said with pity, “But you can still eat a few cakes and gaze at beauties.”
“Fine...I’ll go.” Hunter sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn’t agree, Marcus would definitely continue to persuade him using three hundred and sixty different reasons. With a different idea in every sentence, he didn’t need to think of sleeping.
When the plane grounded, Hunter picked up his bag and returned to his little flat in New York. Throwing his bag aside, he fell back onto his own bed.
He was all alone...how boring...
Switching on his computer, he casually began to look through information on the previous match.
The first link to pop up was by Ferrari’s public relations team.
Winston sat beside the manager of their team. Although most of the reporter’s questions were targeted at him, the one who replied was his manager.
“Winston, you were behind Ciel, also known as the ‘Great White Shark’, by only half a second in this match. Do you think you’ll be his greatest obstacle in obtaining the championship?”
The one who asked this question was a famous Formula One reporter— Audrey Wilson.
***
T/n: Decided to translate this series after a very long time. I initially translated this last year, but I finally decided to post it after waiting for someone else to translate this for the looongest time. I first saw this novel on Rin’s wordpress 2 years ago and in a moment of curiosity, went ahead and read the raws after reading all the spoilers.
I really like this novel and I promise you this is gonna be an interesting ride.
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😂😂😂McGrady is just jealous Winston didn't acknowledge him
ReplyDeleteAre u smelling something I didn't?
DeleteThank you so much for picking this book. I love it so much. Please do continue the translation when you have time.
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