"Zhaojun..."

The weak sound is also buzzing and muffled.

"The cold is not worse, right?" Uesus asked with his cell phone, looking at his hot nose on the screen.

"Um......"

Hanaman Hanabu nodded gently, and I wonder if it was because of a fever, her cheeks were even redder than usual.

"Zhaojun...is he taking a bath?"

The picture on the other end of the phone is hazy.

“Soak the hot spring.”

"Zojun...why do you want to videotape with Hanawa while bathing in the hot spring..." Hanawa's weak voice suddenly lowered a little, diverting his dodging sight and not looking at him.

"I mainly want to see how the cold is like in Firewood, I didn't think so much about it."

Uesugi Sao asked the camera to only aim at his face, "Do you have a rest at home today?"

"Well, Hanawa originally wanted to go, but my dad also asked Hanawa to rest for two more days." Hanawa looked at the camera, "Dad also said that if Joe-kun does this in the future, he will not let Joe-kun take Hanawa out tonight..."

Uesugi: "It's my fault..."

In May, near the rainy season, the weather begins to change.

Last night, the Hosokawa Garden was a little cold. The two people who ran in were sitting in a while suddenly it rained.

The rain was heavy, mixed with the cold wind at night, and the small fireworks had climbed the wall for a long time during this period.

The two rushed home wet together.

Fortunately, it is not far from home.

Hanaman Hanaman's cute face was wet with rain, her white dress was covered with all its hair, and her hair was very messy.

After Uesugizo waited for her to take a hot shower at her home, she asked her to put on her own clothes and go there together.

The one who waited for them was naturally Yuki Hanamaru who stood in the entrance hall with expressionless expression.

"Last night...sorry."

After thinking about it over and over again, Uesugi still apologized to her who caught a cold.

Huamaru Huahuo is a girl after all. Although she is very healthy, her physical condition is not easy to get rid of a cold.

When I was a child, I was admitted to the hospital due to a high fever.

"I was very uncomfortable sleep last night, right?"

"No..." Hanamara Hanamaru's nasal sound was very strong, "Don't worry about Hanamara... Hanamara will get better soon..."

Her cheeks were red and her nose was blocked to breathe with her mouth, but she still showed a heartwarming smile to the screen.

Uesugi Doo knew that she had a fever and felt uncomfortable in the morning. Her smile made him open his mouth. He didn't know what to say, "I'm forcing myself again."

"Haihuo... I just don't want Joe to worry..." The weak voice had no complicated reason.

Uesugi Sao saw Hanamaru Hanabu shrank into the quilt, her delicate little face so tired that she was not energetic.

"Let's go to bed first, I won't disturb you to rest."

Hanamaru Hanahuo lay down, leaned his head against the pillow, and pulled the quilt to cover his snow-white neck: "Hahuo...want to chat with Zhaojun again..."

“Isn’t it enough to chat for so long last night?”

"Yes," Hanamaru Hanabu sniffled, with a headache that made her feel uncomfortable. She held her phone with both hands and nodded in confusion, "I really want to... stay with Joe-kun forever..."

Hearing her inaudible voice, Uesugi Do smiled at her:

"I won't chat anymore, go to bed first. If you have a cold, you need to rest more after taking the medicine."

"Okay..." Hanamara Hanabu agreed faintly.

After saying good night to each other, Uesugi hangs up the video.

Hanamaru Hanabu closed his eyes and kept his cell phone extinguishing the screen in his heart. His petite body shrank into a ball under the warm quilt, and his head and breathing were dizzy.

The discomfort of the fever made her toss and turn late at night, as if she had a nightmare. She frowned from time to time and faintly called out the name Uesugizusa when she was a child.

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On Tuesday, the sun seemed to have grown a little bigger today, and the dazzling light beams shot into the manor in the bamboo forest.

I don’t know if it was because the cold was not completely cured. Uesugi Sao, who had just sat up from the bed, was looking at his hands, recalling his dream last night, and was stunned.

Qingyouya, who was in the same room as him, finished washing up and saw that he was still sitting on the bed, so he called him to his senses.

"Have you had a cold been cured?"

The golden light column can see tiny dust free from the air.

"It's not a cold," said Uesugi, "just thinking about something."

"...I think something is wrong with you."

"It's something wrong."

Uesugi got up, washed up properly, put on a white bow robe, and walked out of the room with Aoyuma.

The eaves that are spent on the house are clean and flat, and you can see the green bamboo rustling in the wind when you turn your head.

After breakfast, it was the meeting time at 8 o'clock.

"Your goal this time is the champion of Zhenghu Tournament, but after this study, I hope you will gain more than just the champion."

The white foot bags stepped on the neat floor of the Zhulin Dojo. The white-haired Shikiyoshi Ogasawara said while showing his ejaculation to everyone.

He put the arrow on the bow, pulled it openly, the strings were tightly stretched, and the bamboo bow more than 2 meters long shrank inward at the same time under his strength.

The arrow, about one meter long, was slightly poked out of the bow on its head.

All movements were slow, and then the arrow shot out of his hand.

It's a very simple shooting method, and there's no even any characteristics, but the arrow really hits the center of the target.

"Hey, Guanjing, have you seen anything?" Masato Hirata said quietly to Guanjing Eiyoshi who was sitting in front of him.

"Arrow." It's like two words spoken from Uesugi's mouth.

"It's indeed an archery, but I can't understand it. That kind of standing posture is very labor-consuming."

"Well," Guan Jing Ying nodded in agreement, "but from the breathing point of view, Mr. Ogasawara did it very easily."

This morning, Ogasawara Tokiki did not provide much guidance, but asked them to continue training in the breathing method they said yesterday afternoon.

Obviously, no one could master the breathing method that was rhythmic and natural in the bow.

Funshi Ogasawara's simple archery seems to be quite mysterious.

——The function of the string pillow is to hook the thumb on the bow string, and the function of the sling is to prevent the bow string from being squeezed and let go of the arrow too early.

A general bow is level with the shoulders, which makes people easily pressed against the body.

But it's different from a bow.

——The two hands will hold the bow, raise it above the shoulders first, and above the head. The hands that have not been pulled open at this time are almost completely straightened.

Then, the left and right hands slowly downward, pushing the bow and pulling the string at the same time. The further away the hands, the more the long bow bent downward.

Until the left hand is level with the eye, the arrow branch touches the cheek slightly.

This unique way of drawing the bow makes the arms tighter almost inevitable, and the special structure of the bow must also make the hands that push and pull the bowstring shaking.

At noon and in the morning, everyone was thinking about how Ogasawara Tokihiroshi did his muscles relax and pull the bow naturally.

Rest time.
Chapter completed!