The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

However, his body was too weak. Although the bow was small, it still required considerable strength to draw it. He strained until his face turned red, his arms trembled slightly, and the bowstring was only drawn open by a small arc.

"No... I don't have the strength." Xun Hao gasped for breath and lowered his hand in frustration.

Guo Jia found his appearance both amusing and exasperating.

This isn't learning archery; it's clearly torture.

"Alright, alright, with your health, you should go back and drink more medicine." Guo Jia waved his hand impatiently and turned to lie back down on the bluestone.

Xun Hao didn't speak, but stubbornly bent down, picked up the arrow, and nocked it back onto the bowstring.

Once, twice, three times.

Each time ended in failure.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

The smile on Guo Jia's face slowly faded.

He originally thought the child was just having a passing fancy, but he never expected him to be so stubborn.

"Ugh, what a debt collector."

He muttered a complaint under his breath, stepped forward, and stood behind Xun Hao.

"That's not how you use your strength," Guo-Jia's voice came from behind his ear, his warm breath brushing against his neck. "Your whole body is tense, like a piece of wood. How can you draw the bow like that?"

The next moment, a pair of hands covered his shoulders.

Guo Jia's body pressed against his from behind.

Xun Hao's body stiffened instantly.

coming!

That familiar, longed-for warmth surged forth from every point where Guo Jia and he came into contact.

This time, it was no longer a trickle, but a flood peak unleashed!

Guo Jia's chest pressed against his back, his arms wrapped around his body, and his hands precisely covered the hands that held the bow and arrow.

"Relax, let your shoulders sink." Guo Jia's voice seemed to carry a certain magic as he whispered in his ear, "Don't use the brute force of your arms, feel your back, use your back to generate power, like this..."

He guided Xun Hao's hand, adjusting his posture.

Xun Hao was completely stunned.

He was enveloped by a huge, warm energy field.

The feeling was far more intense than ever before, so comfortable that he almost couldn't stand up.

He instinctively leaned back, resting all his weight on the warm embrace behind him.

Guo Jia felt the person in his arms go limp, assuming he was just exhausted, so he tightened his arms, holding him firmly in his embrace.

This kid is frighteningly light.

He looked down and could see the boy's fair nape and the tips of his ears that were instantly red as if they were about to bleed.

so fun.

Guo Jia's mood brightened again. "Can you feel it? The power starts from your feet, travels to your waist, then to your back, and finally flows out from your fingertips..."

Xun Hao's mind went blank.

He could feel nothing and hear nothing.

All he knew was that the "battery" inside his body, representing the source of life, was rapidly increasing its charge at an unprecedented rate.

45%...50%...55%...

The unprecedented feeling of fullness made him dizzy, and the chill in his body was completely dispelled, replaced by a lazy warmth.

Just as he was immersed in this ultimate comfort, his fingers involuntarily loosened.

"call out--"

The arrow, held by both of them, was released from the bowstring.

The arrow left the bowstring with a slight whooshing sound, flew off erratically, and finally landed weakly in the soft mud a dozen paces away, its fletching still trembling slightly.

"Oh dear," Guo Jia exclaimed with exaggerated regret, "What a pity, it's gone way off course."

He loosened his grip, intending to step back, but the person in his arms didn't move an inch; instead, they leaned back even further.

"Hey, Hao, you succeeded, why are you blaming me?" Guo Jia patted him on the shoulder.

Xun Hao then snapped out of his daze, breaking free from that extreme comfort. He could feel that his "electricity" had surged to an unprecedented level, approximately thirty-five percent. This was the best moment he had felt in two years.

My body felt warm, and even my fingertips were warm.

"I... my legs are weak." Xun Hao's voice sounded particularly pitiful.

That's true. Part of it was a side effect of overcharging, and the other part was that I really exhausted my strength just now from drawing the bow.

"Tsk, with this kind of stamina, still trying to show off?" Guo Jia said with disdain, but his arm didn't loosen, still steadily supporting him. "Alright, I'll help you back."

Xun Hao then handed over most of his weight to him, and was half-supported and half-carried back by him.

"Brother Fengxiao," he said in a muffled voice, "you feel so warm."

Guo Jia paused, looked down at the head in his arms with only a whorl of hair sticking out, and his heart softened for no reason.

This child really treats him like a furnace.

"Of course," he said, his tone returning to its usual frivolous manner, "Your brother Fengxiao is full of yang energy."

Xun Hao didn't say anything, but snuggled closer to him.

After escorting the person back to their room and settling them on the couch, Guo Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had completed a major project.

"Alright, you get some rest, I'm leaving." He turned to leave.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his sleeve.

Guo Jia turned around and met a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

"Brother Fengxiao," Xun Hao looked up at him, his eyes full of trust, "can you still teach me tomorrow?"

Looking into those expectant eyes, Guo Jia felt the words of refusal on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

This little clingy brat, "Okay, I'll teach you." Upon receiving the affirmative reply, Xun Hao released his grip on his sleeve, revealing a faint smile on his face, looking incredibly obedient.

From that day on, "learning archery" became Xun Hao's daily, unwavering task. And Guo Jia, who was initially a temporary tutor who couldn't resist his pestering, gradually became his exclusive teacher.

Every afternoon, while the students in the academy were still arguing heatedly about some classical text, Xun Hao would appear punctually by the stream behind the mountain, carrying his small bow. Guo Jia, on the other hand, would usually already be lying on that familiar large blue stone, wine jug in hand.

"You're here?" Guo Jia opened his eyes and greeted him lazily.

"Hmm." Xun Hao nodded, put down the bow, and skillfully took out a small oil paper packet from his pocket.

The paper package was opened, revealing two exquisite osmanthus cakes. These were newly made by the pastry chef at the Xun family's residence; they were sweet but not cloying, and carried a delicate osmanthus fragrance.

"Here you go." Xun Hao pushed the paper package in front of Guo Jia.

Guo Jia didn't stand on ceremony, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "You're a filial son, buddy."

"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him." Although it was just two inexpensive snacks, Guo Jia was very pleased to feel that someone had taken care of him.

He sat up from the bluestone and stretched.