Chapter 29 Yes, he want to
A few days after Chris was hospitalised, he was finally able to go home, although he had to do routine check-ups. There were several parts of his ligaments that needed to be monitored by the medical team. Even the medical centre team on the grid coordinated with the hospital.
Meanwhile, Chris has also returned to training. He even seems to be pushing himself harder.
"No world champion is born lazy."
That one sentence left me stunned. I reminded Chris several times not to put so much pressure on himself, but in fact, his mind was harder than a rock.
I understood why Chris became like this, one of them was the pressure from his mother. I was dumbfounded because on the same day when she arrived at the hospital where Chris was being treated, the thing she was complaining about was Chris's points deficit and position in this GP.
A mum questioned her son who had crashed, how could that happen?
At first I thought Mrs Carla was a caring mum who was just a little overly concerned about her son's performance. However, the longer I followed her daily life and habits, I realised that what Mrs Carla had in mind for Chris was ambition and obsession.
"Tsk, this is giving me a shit!"
"Hey, breathe a little. You're not being chased by the grim reaper. Is tomorrow the doomsday that you're in such a hurry?"
Chris turned his head briefly and then just turned around with a tired sigh. What I saw now was just exhaustion, disgust, and pain. Chris was under so much mental pressure from so many sides, that even his own mother, who should have been the place where he poured out his feelings of exhaustion, was the source of his greatest exhaustion.
"This GP I have to master, I have to get a podium position 1. At least at least podium 2, and that's the worst."
Chris was still rambling on as he wiped the sweat off his small towel. The garage was quiet, everyone had started to move on to other places. Some were going home, some were packing, some were in meetings. Chris was done with his agenda for the day, the team principal had also allowed Chris to rest.
But, in fact, all Chris was doing was busy thinking about a strategy that had even been discussed with the team an hour ago.
"Aren't you bored?"
Chris turned his head, then laughed briefly.
"You can go home first, I still have a lot to do--"
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If I'm not mistaken, I felt like I had just seen hot steam shoot out from the top of Chris' head. But all I did was take a step back and stare at it.
"W-what are you---"
"I learnt that from a research, people say it can relieve stress hormones."
I smiled meaningfully, and then shifted my attention pretending to pay attention to the whole garage. Even though at the same time, I was desperately enduring the embarrassment of my stupid behaviour just now.
Why did I have to act on my intrusive thoughts? This is so embarrassing.
Oh come on, kissing? kissing on the cheek? Why am I doing this? lest Chris will think I really like him.
Even if it's true.
Chris is still frozen in place, while I... I'm probably going to melt from the heat. The temperature on my face and ears, oh my, rose dramatically.
"S-sorry, I just want us to really look like a couple that--- Chris! What the---"
Chris hugged me from behind, pressed his nose against my neck, and then buried his face in the recesses of my neck. I don't know what he was doing, but it was my turn to freeze. To hell with it all, I felt like the world around me was fading away.
"You said we should really look like a couple. Let it be like this first. Don't act halfway."
I held my breath, my heart beating faster. My breath felt held but pushed harder. What a strange feeling, I felt like I was being burned by a blast of fire but also caressed by soft cotton.
"Hey, I just made a sudden movement. Just like you did earlier."
That additional answer from Chris made me a little annoyed, but I smiled. He was still talking with his face pressed against my neck. Wait... he was sniffing my neck?
"Why, are you uncomfortable when you kissed me first?"
"Hey! Don't talk as if I'm the only one who--"
"Shhh. Can you not get angry? No boyfriend gets angry when he's hugged."
My cheeks felt hot again. And at the same time, an object fell. We turned around, and near the door were two engineers who turned their feet, almost into the garage room but they chose to turn around.
"Leave it alone. It's just Josh and Fred, they'll be asking a lot of questions tomorrow."
"Oh yeah? You know the team well."
Chris raised his face and then asked. "You mean you think I'm an anti-social person?"
"Hahaha, why are you so sensitive?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I think you're the kind of person who doesn't care about the people around you if they're not cool and famous... like your gang at school."
"Hm? What kind of stupid thinking is that? What gang are you referring to? Those sycophants who used my money? They wouldn't even dare to book a table at the bar without me. And I honestly feel closer to the people at the team garage than the people at school. There's too much drama there."
I was a little stunned, even for a Chris De Luca the school environment that adored him so much was an uncomfortable environment. An environment that was fake and full of theatrics. Oh, I have misjudged him so much so far.
"Forget that, can you lend me your shoulder again, fatty girl?"
I clucked irritably, looking at her with lack of enthusiasm and dislike. "Is that how you ask others for favours, golden boy?"
"Haha, you're so sensitive these days." Chris chuckled and looked at me smugly. "So what do you want me to call you, princess?"
Suddenly feeling very embarrassed, I immediately looked the other way, it could be bad if he realised I was misbehaving.
"Princess, can I borrow your shoulder for a moment? It's a comfortable resting place. It's quite fatty."
Damn it, when I'm blushing, there are stupid jokes that this stupid boy makes. I then just snorted and looked back at him.
"Yeah, it's not bad. At least this shoulder is more useful than those annoying people at school, right? Go ahead, your chaperone's shoulder will be the best backrest."