“Studying,” came the quick reply.

“Studying?” Duo asked, shocked.  He sat up, crossing his legs under each other and pulled his braid over his shoulder, absent-mindedly running his fingertips through the lose end.  “Why?  What are you studying?”

“Trig.”

Duo laughed.  “Of all things to study…”

“I have to at least show some effort,” Wufei reasoned, finally glancing back at the intruder.

“Why?”

“Because I want to at least give the impression of needing to study for that class.”

“I’m surprised you go to the class at all,” Duo admitted, tossing his braid back over his shoulder and loosely folding his hands into his lap.

“I don’t feel like getting Saturday school.”

“And as a result, you’re bored out of your skull when you do go.”

“But I have to act like I’ve got no clue what’s going on—”

“Or else they’ll bump you up a level—”

“Or four, as the case may be,” Wufei smirked.

Duo grinned.  “And God forbid you have to work.”  The comment earned a bitter bark of a laugh from the other youth.  “Maybe,” he continued, “if your acting starts getting questioned, you can go to the teacher for help—”

“In Mandarin.”

“No English, no English,” Duo laughed, waving his hands in front of his face.