Despite the outward deserted appearance of the building, the inside of the university's administration building was a hub of activity teeming with people. New students with suitcases were seated or standing around waiting while the staff ran around with printouts of documents.
Upon noticing their arrival, a staff member instructs them to grab a number card and wait to be called up.
After being handed a slip with his six-digit number printed on it, Zander turns to Yuliang in confusion, "Aren't you getting one?"
Yuliang shakes his head, "I don't need one."
"Brother's not a student," Yukio explained.
"Not a student? What do you mean?"
Yuliang ignored him and gave Yukio a meaningful look, "Pretty sure I'm meant to meet the guy over there," he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the front desk, where a bearded blond man dressed in a black with red trim Healer's robe was standing.
Yukio let out a low, impressed whistle, wide amber eyes rowing up and down the man's put-together appearance. "Damn, he's hot."
Yuliang rubbed a hand over his tired face and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Could you not, brother."
His brother raised his hands defensively, "Hey, I only say it as I see it. He's hot, and that's a fact."
Yuliang could only sigh, "I'll see you later, brother. Text me your dorm details when you get them." He paused, just as he was about to leave, and turned to level Zander with a piercing amber-eyed stare, lip curling up in a sneer. "If I find out that you didn't treat him well, I'll fucking cut your dick off. Got it?"