The extra summer classes were no doubt boring to Gu Fei, but for Jiang Cheng, it was an extremely busy time.
On top of Fourth High’s classes, Pan Zhi would send him a ZIP file every couple of days with study materials and refresher coursework for various subjects from the teachers at his old school.
Gu Fei figured Jiang Cheng must be some kind of god. He reviewed double the study materials every day—from summer classes to the official start of the semester—and still found the time to roll around in bed with him.
“Be honest, are you taking some kind of drug behind my back?” Gu Fei stood at the window with a cigarette in his mouth, looking out.
He had snuck away after tucking Gu Miao into bed earlier, planning to keep Jiang Cheng company while he studied. He thought he could pretend to flip through some books so Jiang Cheng could feel a little more reassured, but they ended up going straight for the bed as soon as he came through the door. Now all thoughts of putting up a serious studying facade had evaporated between the sheets, leaving only a lingering desire for more.
“Oh, please.” Jiang Cheng dried his hair as he sat down to study. “You say that as if you don’t have needs yourself.”
“It’s not that.” Gu Fei chuckled as he settled into the chair behind Jiang Cheng again. The days were hot now, but Jiang Cheng always liked it when he sat like this. “I’m just marveling at all this energy you have.”
“There are two kinds of rest: active rest and passive rest…” Jiang Cheng began as he flipped open a textbook.
“Mm, so what we did counts as active rest?”
“Exactly.” Jiang Cheng smiled.
Gu Fei hugged him from behind. “Mind if I snooze for a bit?”
“Snooze away.” Jiang Cheng stroked his hand. “I’ll wake you up in half an hour.”
“Okay.” Gu Fei closed his eyes. “Did Lao-Xu call you to his office today to cheer you on again?”
“No.” Jiang Cheng put his pen down. “I forgot to tell you—you know that award ceremony at the end of the sports festival?”
“What?” Gu Fei looked up, frowning. “Don’t tell me he wants to recruit you for the show.”
“He said the third-years have to come up with two performances in total. One from the boys and one from the girls.”
“What does he want you to do?” asked Gu Fei.
“To play something,” said Jiang Cheng. “Lao-Xu said you…play the guitar?”
“Lots of people play the guitar. Even Jiuri plays.” Gu Fei suddenly felt a little irritated. He knew now what Lao-Xu was thinking—he wanted the two of them to collaborate on a performance together, but he’d approached Jiang Cheng first because he knew Gu Fei would refuse.
“The reason I ask is…” Jiang Cheng turned to look at him. “Didn’t you say that you don’t know how to play the guitar?”
“Did I…say that?” Gu Fei asked.
Jiang Cheng nodded. “You did.”
Gu Fei nuzzled his face against Jiang Cheng’s back. “Probably because we didn’t know each other very well at the time.”
“Okay, but what do you think…about Lao-Xu’s suggestion?” Jiang Cheng asked.
“I’m not doing it,” said Gu Fei.