Wang Weihu's life was dull.
When he wasn't out on missions.
He got up at six every morning to wash up and exercise, usually doing three sets of push-ups, three sets of sit-ups, then half an hour of boxing.
Finally, he went out for a run.
Ability users always had energy to spare. He had to burn some of it off.
After his workout, he usually checked the group chat to see whether his teammates were awake.
If they weren't, he went to the cafeteria to pick up breakfast for them.
As a little aside.
Their Little Class Monitor simply couldn't get up early after getting married. At least, Wang Weihu rarely got to eat breakfast she made anymore. Sometimes, if the newlyweds hadn't left for work yet, he bought breakfast for both of them too.
There were more and more newcomers in the cafeteria.
Wang Weihu often caught young people staring at him, but the moment he turned toward them, they looked away.
It left him utterly baffled.
In truth, the sight of a man walking into the cafeteria in black workout clothes, drenched in sweat, with those bulky muscles and defined legs, was enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.
Wang Weihu, however, didn't get that at all.
Every day after exercising, he stopped by to buy breakfast before heading back to feed his teammates.
He placed their breakfasts on the coffee tables in their rooms, one by one.
Then he went out for a ride.
After the apocalypse ended.
Wang Weihu fell in love with a new activity: riding a motorcycle. He went out for a couple of laps every day.
It helped him unwind.
In early autumn, the handsome man rode his big motorcycle in a leather jacket, his chest muscles bulging beneath it.