David, who was struggling to hold on, glanced at Draco beside him. Seeing that his opponent wasn't sweating and his breathing was perfectly steady, David's mental defenses crumbled instantly.
Is this guy... a monster?
Trillian was also stunned, her eyes filled with admiration. She hadn't expected Draco to be able to do such a purely physical activity so easily.
By the time he reached 70, David was at his limit; his arm muscles were trembling violently, and his face had turned purplish-red.
"70! David has reached his limit!"
Draco, however, remained as precise as a machine, as steady as a mountain, his ascents and descents so perfect they were almost despair-inducing.
"77..."
As they approached eighty, the onlookers nodded in genuine approval, sincerely admiring the two men's extraordinary upper body strength, and applause and exclamations rang out continuously.
"80!"
When the count reached 80, David was completely exhausted and could no longer hold on. His arms gave way, and he dropped the bar.
His body plummeted straight down, and several muscular men rushed forward to catch him, carefully helping him to lie flat on the ground so he could relax and recover his strength.
"Are you alright?" someone asked with concern.
David shook his head slightly, too tired to speak.
"Is that all?" Draco shook his head.
Upon hearing this, David nearly coughed up blood.
Seeing this, Trillian lightly covered her lips, suppressing a smile in her eyes, but quickly composed herself, afraid of breaking David again.
The group of women instantly erupted in excitement, their eyes fixed on Draco on the horizontal bar, their cheeks flushed and their excitement palpable.
"Wow, Lia..." A laugh rang out from the crowd. "Little sh, you're exaggerating! Your pants are all wet."
Lia looked down and saw a very obvious dark stain on her light gray yoga pants. She immediately blushed with embarrassment, awkwardly squeezing her legs together and backing away, filled with regret.
I should have known better than to wear light gray today!
Many women also make similar attempts to cover up their symptoms—pulling on their coats, turning around, or faking a cough. Fortunately, none are as outrageous as Lia, but they all have flushed faces and dazed eyes.
Trillian took in the women's infatuated expressions, and looked at these women who admired her young master with disdain: You bunch of sluts, don't you even look in the mirror?
The men were so jealous their eyes turned red.
"You guys aren't convinced?" Draco said.
"They're not unconvinced, they're just jealous of you! How could they possibly be convinced by a man as outstanding as you?" The women giggled, revealing the muscular men's true intentions.
The muscular men, whose secrets had been exposed, were immediately filled with shame. They lowered their heads, wishing they could disappear into the ground.
Seeing that Draco was still hanging there, Trillian quickly reminded him, "Young Master, come down and rest, that's enough!"
"No rush." Draco wasn't finished yet; a wicked smile played on his lips. "Let's aim for 100."
"100?!" The group fell into a state of numbness.
Eighty is already an unattainable peak for ordinary people, yet he still wants to push for one hundred, as if completing one hundred pull-ups is as simple and easy for him as eating and drinking.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, Draco increased the difficulty again, performing a high-difficulty leg raise crunch while doing pull-ups, using his legs together to generate power.
"Holy crap..."
"That's amazing! After 80 reps, he can still do crunches!"
This move shocked everyone present. The already high number of pull-ups was enough to exhaust all his physical strength, but he was able to add an extremely difficult crunch.
The women present were completely captivated, and one after another they declared their affection, "Young master~ do you need any more maids? I'm very experienced~"
"I can cook, do laundry, and take care of the kids!"
"Pick me! Pick me! I have tons of poses!"
Seeing this, Trillian declared domineeringly, "You sluts are delusional! Young Master is mine!"
"She's a maid? Someone this beautiful is considered a maid?" The women were filled with despair after grasping the key phrase. If a maid is this attractive, how beautiful must the wife be?
"I remember now! It's Draco Malfoy!" someone exclaimed, recognizing Draco's identity.
"It really is Young Master Malfoy!"
"My goodness, I knew she had an extraordinary aura!"
The moment his identity was revealed in public, a new wave of excitement swept through the crowd, with everyone rushing forward to flatter and fawn over him.
The pull-up expert, lying defeated on the ground, was completely forgotten in a corner, and no one bothered to ask him a word.
The women rushed forward, completely disregarding their image. " Mr. Malfoy! Do you need a second wife?"
"I'm open to having a lover! I don't mind having a formal title!"
"I'd be willing to be a maid! For free!"
Seeing the situation was turning sour, Trillian quickly spread her arms to shield Draco, dispelling their unrealistic fantasies. "Young Master is already taken! And he's very devoted!"
"Don't be so stingy! Good men should be shared! Maybe Young Master Malfoy enjoys a lively atmosphere?"
"Young Master doesn't like group sex!"
"I don't believe it. Why would they take you as a maid if they didn't like you?" someone pointed out the flaw in Trillian's words.
"Even so..." Trillian hesitated for a moment, "Don't even think about it, my master is very picky!"
Many people just laughed it off, thinking they were just saying it for the sake of saying it.
A man like Draco, if he's interested in a woman, has no chance of escaping; if he's not interested, chasing after her is pointless.
When Draco reached his 95th pull-up, he suddenly paused, but instead of doing so, he smirked.
He decided to make it a little more difficult. " Trillian."
"Young Master?"
Hold me.
Trillian was stunned, her eyes wide: Hug... hug him? Now? In front of hundreds of people?
Not only her, but the men and women around her who had been gossiping also fell into a brief silence.
This is a competition! He was halfway through a pull-up when suddenly someone lifted him up? What kind of crazy move is this?
"What... what's going on?" someone murmured.
"Could it be... a new training method?" someone speculated.
But soon, someone suddenly slapped their thigh. "I get it! He's doing pull-ups with added weight! He has people hanging on him to increase the weight! That's too ruthless!"
These words cleared up everyone's doubts.
Startled, Trillian instantly snapped back to reality. The initial confusion and panic in her heart were replaced by happiness, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
Without further hesitation, she leaped.
Trillian leaped into the air, her arms wrapping around Draco's waist, her head pressed against his chest, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her whole body pressed against him.