Chapter 11
Gu Tang was surprised by Jiang Huaisheng’s initiative this time. He was lying on the bed, but wasn’t particularly interested: “No.”
Someone was straddling his waist so intimately, their silk robe draped over him, but the young man’s breathing didn’t fluctuate much, and his tone was very calm: “The contract clearly states that I should be the one to initiate. I refuse.”
Between the two of them, Jiang Huaisheng always held the initiative because Jiang Huaisheng was the young master, and he was the lackey forced by his stepfather and mother, both softly and forcefully, to please the former.
Although Gu Tang had always resisted within the limits of his ability, the final result still depended on Jiang Huaisheng’s will.
Wherever the other party went, he had to go. Whatever Jiang Huaisheng wanted to learn, he had to learn.
That contract didn’t ask for much. In positions other than this one under the covers, Gu Tang couldn’t do anything to Jiang Huaisheng, but in bed, the contract stated that Jiang Huaisheng had to listen to him.
Gu Tang had taken a plane today, seen his father, cleaned the house, and it was ten o’clock. Under most circumstances, this was his normal bedtime. He didn’t want to stay up late, and he didn’t want to have sex.
“Are you impotent?” Faced with his refusal, Jiang Huaisheng was ashamed and angry, “You can’t even do this!”
Gu Tang wasn’t angry at all. After all, only truly impotent people would jump to conclusions. He knew his physiological functions were healthy and replied lazily: “On the night of my birthday, didn’t you complain that I lasted too long? I didn’t take any medicine.”
It had only been a few days since his eighteenth birthday, the prime of his life when his physical condition was at its best.
Unlike the frail and sickly Jiang Huaisheng, Gu Tang inherited his biological father’s good health, his physique as strong as a calf, and his movements as light and agile as a deer.
Jiang Huaisheng snorted coldly: “If your technique was good, I wouldn’t complain about it lasting too long. It’s because your technique is terrible.”
After saying this, he got off Gu Tang, and said coldly: “If you don’t cooperate, don’t expect me to fulfill the contract next time.”
Gu Tang looked at the back of the young master’s dark head. The nanny who took care of the young master must have been very attentive, his head was round and full, very beautiful.
He couldn’t help but ask: “No, is my technique really that bad? But there was no bleeding when I applied medicine to you.”
Jiang Huaisheng didn’t say anything, his back to him, as if pretending to be asleep.
Gu Tang couldn’t help but poke Jiang Huaisheng’s back with his finger. Boys his age inevitably had a competitive spirit. In this kind of matter, no one would be willing to be criticized for having poor technique.
“Jiang Huaisheng…”
The young master said coldly: “I’m asleep.”
Wasn’t he talking nonsense with his eyes open?
Gu Tang suddenly got up and turned on the light in the room.
He gently pushed Jiang Huaisheng: “You said my technique is bad, your technique isn’t good either. Let’s learn some techniques.”
Gu Tang only had theoretical knowledge from texts and no practical experience, so it was normal for his technique to be bad.
But it was indeed shameful to have bad technique and not know how to improve. Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, he opened his laptop and connected to the internet with a mobile network card.
He asked one of his hacker friends for learning materials. The latter sent a shaking window and a blushing emoticon, then quickly sent him several gigabytes of learning materials.
After waiting for a few minutes, half of the learning materials were transferred, and he could play them while downloading.
Gu Tang opened the compressed file and casually clicked on the first video. The exaggerated moans of a strange man came from the computer. Jiang Huaisheng, who had been motionless on the bed, suddenly sat up.
He didn’t cover Gu Tang’s eyes, but stuck to him like a ghost, looking at the screen coldly, then commenting in the latter’s ear.
These learning materials were basically all foreign. The first one Gu Tang opened was of a white guy, tall and big. Before the plot even started, Jiang Huaisheng started to criticize the actor: “This one is too ugly, his belly is bigger than a swimming ring, he moans like a rooster crowing, his acting is exaggerated.”
Gu Tang silently closed it and opened another one titled “Spicy Black Dude.”
“This one is too dark, did he just come back from working as a miner in Africa? You can’t even see him in the dark without him opening his mouth.”
He really wasn’t interested in black guys either, so he closed this one too.
The title of the third learning material video was: Office Elite.
Jiang Huaisheng sneered: “This old man looks like he’s sixty, reeks of old age. Gu Tang, do you like those business elites at banquets?”
The faces of those elites were forced into Gu Tang’s mind. Most of the adults who often socialized were fat and bloated, their suits stretched tight, as if their buttons would burst open with a little more food, revealing their white bellies.
Many men stopped caring about their appearance after getting married, developing bald spots and beer bellies in their thirties. Even perfume couldn’t mask the faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol on them, dirty and smelly.
Young people had standards for beauty. Thinking of that image was disgusting.
Gu Tang continued to click the close button with his mouse. He didn’t want his eyes to be polluted by these real-life images anymore.
Fortunately, the friend who provided the materials was very thoughtful and categorized the learning materials, with real-life performances and 2D animation.
2D animation was much more aesthetically pleasing, whether it was artistry or atmosphere.
The first anime was quite classic, and it was said that many people in the circle had seen it.
But Jiang Huaisheng continued to criticize the 2D characters: “Poor drawing skills, the animation production looks like it was done in three days, that pointy chin and face could poke someone to death…”
“His personality is so fake, a three-year-old wouldn’t cry as much as him… Are those even human muscles? This guy’s abs are like a centipede’s legs, it’s triggering my trypophobia.”
“Jiang Huaisheng!” Gu Tang couldn’t help but get angry, “No one asked you to watch!”
Jiang Huaisheng said: “You said my technique wasn’t good before, and suggested we learn some techniques, you invited me.”
“Me” referred to one person, “us” referred to more than one person. He had clearly caught Gu Tang’s slip of the tongue.
Gu Tang stopped the transfer of the learning materials and closed the previously opened folder, but he couldn’t help but retort to the young master: “Didn’t you say my technique was terrible? How can I improve without learning?”
“What’s the use of just talking without practicing? Practice makes perfect.” Jiang Huaisheng’s face was cold and aloof, glancing at him, “No matter how well you learn the theory, it’s all useless without practice.”
Gu Tang’s expression was subtle: “Saying all this, as if you’ve practiced.”
“So didn’t I ask you to practice from the beginning?” Jiang Huaisheng had a “I’m so prescient” expression.
Gu Tang said: “But the contract states…”
Jiang Huaisheng said: “That’s because you’re short-sighted, I didn’t ask you to use the back.”
Like the noble Persian cat in the cartoon, he raised his chin elegantly and reservedly: “Turn off the lights, I’ll teach you.”
The lights in the small room were turned off again, leaving only the faint blue light from the computer screen in standby mode.
Soft music flowed in the room. Although Jiang Huaisheng sounded very experienced, he was actually just a theoretical master.
He did take the initiative at first, but he quickly found that he was better off not taking the initiative.
The soft and elegant piano music was occasionally interspersed with coquettish complaints: “Gu Tang… what did you eat growing up, why are you so big?”
“Don’t move… I told you, don’t move!”
Gu Tang refused to take the blame: “I didn’t move at all, you’re just too nervous.”
The atmosphere was indeed successfully created, but he felt very tired, more tired than cleaning the house this afternoon. It wasn’t even strenuous physical work, but it felt like tightening screws on a rocket.
Jiang Huaisheng didn’t sweat easily, but now he was so nervous that his sweat was dripping onto him.
After finally tightening the screws, Jiang Huaisheng announced that he couldn’t go on: “I… I have no more strength… You do it.”
Oranges were delicious, but peeling them was also a skill, especially for someone with Jiang Huaisheng’s physical limitations, a giant in thought, a dwarf in action. He would only point fingers, collapsing after a few steps.
Gu Tang sighed. He shouldn’t have impulsively decided to learn, and now he could only stay up late to practice tightening screws with the young master.
Tightening screws was strenuous physical work, so much so that Gu Tang was panting and sweating profusely even in the air-conditioned room.
Under the moonlight, the shadows on the mosquito net occasionally overlapped. It wasn’t until the hour-long music stopped that the occasional sobs in the room stopped as well, temporarily returning to silence.
To prevent Jiang Huaisheng from getting a fever again, Gu Tang turned on the water heater for him to take a shower. He had a strong internal fire and wasn’t afraid of the cold, so he simply took a cold shower with well water.
During this time, he also forced the young master to drink a bowl of ginger brown sugar water: “Don’t even think about sleeping tonight if you don’t finish it.”
Actually, ginger water was enough, but ginger brown sugar came in convenient small packets, easy to brew, and could also replenish energy.
Jiang Huaisheng pinched his nose and finished it. He didn’t like drinking this, but getting another IV drip for a fever would be even more painful.
This went on until twelve o’clock. Before going to sleep, Jiang Huaisheng angrily placed his long, porcelain-white legs on Gu Tang.
Gu Tang habitually patted his back, coaxing him like a child: “Sleep, sleep.”
He was tired and sleepy, and didn’t bother with the difficult young master anymore, his breathing soon becoming soft.
Before falling asleep, Gu Tang hazily thought, in all honesty, although Jiang Huaisheng spoke harshly, the young master’s crying voice was really pleasant.
