Chapter 85
JIANG CHENG WAS ACTUALLY a little annoyed today, which was why he hadn’t told Gu Fei the reason Lao-Xu called him into the office as soon as he returned.
Gu Fei had once said that he didn’t know how to play the guitar, so when he suddenly heard Lao-Xu say “Gu Fei plays the guitar, why don’t you two work on a program together,” he’d felt the bizarre urge to rush over and beat Lao-Xu up.
Why beat up Lao-Xu? Who could say. But, after all, he was also the one who’d told him that Gu Fei liked to drink tea.
That dog-fucker Gu Fei lied to him.
I don’t know how to play the guitar. It had sounded so real.
Gu Fei’s explanation made enough sense. Back then the two of them were nothing more than deskmates, and Gu Fei was the kind of person who never participated in any school activities; if it hadn’t been for the basketball tournament, he probably would have gone all semester without speaking more than ten sentences to his classmates altogether. It was normal that he hadn’t told him the truth.
But what Jiang Cheng couldn’t wrap his mind around was why Gu Fei always lingered on the fringes like that—why he never joined in with school events, and why he never really mixed with his peers. The most involved he ever got with the others was when he ate meat pies at Wang Xu’s place.
It wasn’t as if Jiang Cheng himself was some kind of social butterfly who loved to hang out with his fellow students; in fact, Pan Zhi used to say that he was a bit of a loner. Yet unlike Gu Fei, he still showed up for school events and occasionally went out with other people in his class.
As Lao-Xu was telling him about his plan for the performance, he already knew that Gu Fei wouldn’t agree to it. And he was right—Gu Fei had refused without a second thought. Though Jiang Cheng had expected it, he was still a little disappointed.
Performing a program for a Fourth High event wasn’t anything to write home about, but if it was the two of them collaborating on something together, that was different. More than that, he wanted other people to see another side of Gu Fei, another side of the quiet, aloof troublemaker no one dared offend. He wanted them to see his talents. He wanted them all to see how Gu Fei could shine.
He wanted to show everyone around them that Gu Fei was different from the rest. And, most importantly, he wanted to show Gu Fei just how extraordinary he was.
Sitting behind him, Gu Fei didn’t speak up again. He’d wrapped his arms around Jiang Cheng, resting his head against his back. Judging by the sound of his breathing, he’d fallen asleep.
Since classes began, Gu Fei had stopped arranging modeling gigs for Jiang Cheng, but he didn’t lessen the workload at all for himself. There were always a couple of afternoons a week where he skipped class, and he often had to work into the evening.
It must be really tiring, Jiang Cheng thought. He bowed his head and gently stroked Gu Fei’s hands. How exactly did he manage to live this kind of tedious life day after day, year after year?
Gu Fei shifted groggily behind him. “Hmm?”
“Nothing.” Jiang Cheng patted his hands. “Go back to sleep.”