Night of the Broken Gliph

After the meal, Chui Yim continued with his daily training before returning to his room. His head was spinning the whole time. 

He was dying to give himself a tight smack right now. 

Who told me to be so arrogant?If I said nothing about getting free meals, I would be getting pocket money every week...

But… Hah…

Chui Yim spent the rest of his night in regret. 

“Siu Yim, c’mere.”

After finishing breakfast and his morning training, Chui Tin called Chui Yim over.  

But all he got was an upset Chui Yim with his emotions written all across his face. If there’s an “unhappy” gliph, I must study it thoroughly to see if I can to kill this bastard in front of me with how pissed I am. 

“Why should I learn it?” Chui Yim retorted. 

“What do you think is the job of a doctor?” Chui Tin asked seriously.  

“To heal patients.” 

Chui Tin nodded. “What if the patient is a glipher?” He continued slowly.  

The word gliph made Chui Yim think seriously. He could roughly guess what Chui Tin was going to say next. “You mean…” 

Chui Tin let out a thin smile. He was incredibly pleased with his bright son. “Yes, gliphers do get injured and sick too. Clashing between gliphs and the glipher’s body happens for various reasons. It might be the ingredients, cultivation style, the over-usage of gliphs during fights, and many more. Gliphs can help us reach greater heights in life, but they are very dangerous too.

“Gliphs might have been around for more than a thousand years, but there are new discoveries about them even now.

“Similar to ordinary people, gliphers and gliphists fall sick too. But they will go to a glipheon instead of a doctor.

“Glipheon is an old name. There are almost no real glipheons to be found nowadays.” 

“Since glipheons cure conditions related to and caused by gliphs, you need to be a gliphist before you become a glipheon. As time passed, less and less professional glipheons could be seen as most gliphists roughly knew how to cure conditions relating to gliph. There might be some gliphists left who are more of a glipheon, but not many.

“Do you mean that you’re a glipheon?” Chui Yim frowned and pointed at Chui Tin. 

“I never said that.” Chui Tin blinked his eyes, not answering the question. 

He didn’t admit it, but neither did he deny it. 

“Glipheons must have more in-depth knowledge about gliphs compared to a gliphist. Which is why a gliphist might not be a glipheon, but a glipheon must be an elite gliphist.

“So while you’re learning to be a glipheon, you’re actually learning to be a gliphist. 

“Are you interested now?” 

Chui Yim said nothing but only continued staring at Chui Tin.  

Why do I feel like I have been tricked by him once again? As soon as their eyes met, Chui Tin knew the answer. He had already expected Chui Yim’s response, and he threw a set of notes at Chui Yim. “Memorise this.” 

“The Basis of Medicine.” Chui Yim looked at the title. 

He flicked through it to realise that it was just an ordinary book about medicine. There wasn’t even any gliph related content. 

“I don’t see any gliph related content here?” Chui Yim pouted as he threw the notes back. 

Chui Tin dodged it before picking up the teaware to make tea for himself. “How can you learn how to fly before learning how to walk?” Chui Tin said lazily. “You can choose not to read it too. It’s up to you.” 

Once again, Chui Yim could be seen memorising books at the dining table.  

But this time around, he had a fragrant cup of hot tea and Chui Tin sitting next to him, watching him study with a smile.  

This boy is cunning.  

If I didn’t use glipheon as bait, he definitely wouldn’t learn it. As for making him learn to be both a gliphist and glipheon simultaneously, I’m not worried about it. 

Siu Yim has a strong memory.  

Back then, I spent five years finishing and understanding all the books I gave him previously. Siu Yim might have only forced them into his mind, but it’s still amazing. I should teach geniuses the way they should be taught. 

Moreover, I want to see if there’s a limit to his potential. 

Chui Yim returned to Southary listlessly. 

Due to exposing his “free meal” pass, Chui Yim returned to the academy without a single cent. Dormitory rental rates were included in the school fees, and as a class captain, he was entitled to free meals. There was no reason why Chui Yim would need money. 

But it’s not practical to travel back and forth from Southary to the village weekly! 

However, thanks to that devil and his attractive lollipop named “gliph”, I have no choice but to go home every week! It seems I need a source of income now. The thought of it made Chui Yim’s head hurt. 

When Chui Yim arrived at his room, he realised that somebody was standing outside his room. 

It was a short boy carrying a bag almost larger than him. He looks like a snail… Oh, there’s a gliph called the Snail Back gliph that is said to grant powerful defences… Chui Yim smacked himself back to reality. I think I’m too obsessed with gliphs. 

But the sound of the smack gave the short boy a shock. 

“Excuse me; this is my room,” Chui Yim said tiredly, ignoring him. 

“Big bro, you’re finally back...This is my room too!” The boy burst into tea

“Huh?!” Chui Yim said on his bed, staring at the boy in shock. “You said you’re my roommate and classmate?” 

Feeling uneasy under Chui Yim’s stare, the boy clasped his hands together nervously. “Yes… Mr Chor said so…” 

Anger boiled in Chui Yim. Chor Shing Chit, that dude…

The next second, he put a hand up in front of the boy. 

Confused, the boy looked at him. 

“This room was originally filthy, and there were even dozens of rats. I cleaned it myself, and for you too. So you must pay me!” Chui Yim said, looking seriously at the boy who was left speechless. Hah, money was nothing to me in the past, yet I’m now in such a situation where I need to rob a six-year-old!  

A lack of money will make even a hero’s life difficult!

Chui Yim lamented, but didn’t take back his hand.  

“I… Don’t have any money…” Frightened, the boy nearly burst out in tears.