Against his brother and Eric's wishes, the first thing Yuliang did after breakfast was barge into Belmont's office.
"Mornin' professor. Are you busy right now?"
If Belmont was surprised by his abrupt entrance, he didn't show it. He calmly cleared the documents covering the table and gestured to the seat across him. "Not at all, Yuliang. Come in, take a seat."
"Nah, not really here for a chat. Just wanted to let you know that I can start taking classes tomorrow."
Belmont's expression became firm, "There's much that I wish to discuss with you, Yuliang. Sit."
Every cell in his body screamed at him to tell the older man to fuck off, but Yuliang forced himself to comply, with a sour expression on his face.
Professor Belmont might allow for a lot of his 'casual disrespect', as Eric puts it, but Yuliang knew better than to disobey a direct order from the man.
Yuliang crossed his arms over his chest. "What?" he sneered, tapping his foot against the tile filled with impatience.
Belmont clasped his hands and leaned onto his elbows. "I want you to explain what you did."
Yuliang's brows furrowed, "What I did?"
"The technique you used to Heal the patients."
Oh, that's what this is about.
Yuliang rolled his eyes and sat back on the armchair with a sigh.
"You've got everyone in the university stumped with it. Was it an obscure technique of some sort, or a discovery? I confess. I'm not familiar with it myself."
Obviously.
Yuliang snorted. "I guess it's a bit obscure. Never seen anything written about it anywhere before."
"So, you discovered a new technique?"
Yuliang scoffed, "Fuck no. I ain't that smart. It was something granny taught me."