Chapter 133: Unexpected Support

Drew leaned back against the wall of the training gym, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, Axel," he announced, clapping his hands together. "Today's lesson: the art of the whistle." Axel straightened his posture, a determined look replacing his usual nonchalance. "Hit me," he said, eager to learn a new skill. Drew grinned, launching into a detailed explanation of lip placement and airflow techniques. He demonstrated with a clear, piercing whistle that echoed through the gym. Axel, brows furrowed in concentration, mimicked Drew's motions, blowing air through pursed lips with all his might. But instead of a whistle, a sputtering sound emerged, more akin to a deflating balloon. Drew stifled a laugh, but his earlier enthusiasm began to wane. Axel, red-faced and frustrated, repeated the attempt with the same unsuccessful result. After a few more tries, Drew cleared his throat, his voice laced with amusement. "Maybe whistling just isn't your thing, man. You can't be good at every