" Young Master Malfoy is too relaxed! He can hold a weighted position for five minutes without moving an inch. Is this even normal human physical fitness?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the women around him echoed his sentiments, their eyes sparkling, and exclaimed excitedly, "That's right! That's right!"
"We also want to make things a bit more difficult for the young master."
The group of muscular men watched this scene with envy, marveling at the vast difference between people.
Upon hearing this, Trillian's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to protect her unique position.
"That's possible, but we'll have to ask the person on my body for their opinion first," Draco sighed helplessly.
All the women's eyes fell on Trillian, and the girl who had made the suggestion earlier smiled and asked, "Is it okay?"
"Don't even think about it," Trillian immediately refused.
The women offered their advice in a cacophony of voices:
" Miss Cui, don't be so stingy~"
"Anyway, you wouldn't want him to get tired, so letting us go up too will show how capable Young Master Malfoy is, right?"
"That's right, we promise we won't crush him!"
Hearing the crowd's cacophony of advice, and fearing they might actually come up and take her place, she immediately adjusted her posture.
He simply crossed his legs, sitting cross-legged over Draco's entire back, completely occupying all available space.
Declaring her unique and exclusive rights: Young Master is my personal accessory! You women, don't even think about trying to scam me!
The women were amused by her possessive behavior towards her food.
"Haha, that's more like it! Such a possessive person!"
"Okay, okay, we don't need this spot anymore."
Trillian snorted smugly, thinking to herself with a smug grin: The young master is mine, and no one can take him away!
Seeing Trillian's entire weight pressing down on Draco's back, the challenger's taut will instantly crumbled.
What's the point of even having a competition...? This guy's a monster!
Someone grinned and said, "Are you feeling weak? Have you been going up to the second floor too much lately? You can't even last a short while?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
" Young Master Malfoy is a monster," the challenger said with a wry smile. "I've lost confidence. Continuing to push myself will only make me look worse, so I might as well just admit defeat."
Although the crowd booed,
But more than anything, it's a heartfelt sense of identification.
"To be honest, if it were me, I'd back down too."
"Indeed, this is a complete game-changer..."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man formally raised his hands in surrender. Since there was no point in persisting, why make things difficult for himself?
Seeing his opponent concede, Draco knew there was no point in persisting. He did two push-ups to signal the end of the round, then patted Trillian's leg. "Okay, get down."
Reluctantly, Trillian slid off his back.
The group of burly, muscular men present looked at each other, their faces showing admiration and complete respect, sighing repeatedly in admiration.
He's definitely the kind of man who attracts beautiful women.
One of the women, being quite tactful, said, "Then let's go exercise separately, so as not to disturb the young couple's sweet nothings."
"Yes, yes, let's disperse, let's disperse!"
"Anyway, the visual feast today was worth it!"
The crowd dispersed with laughter, the treadmills started their rhythm again, the jump ropes swung, and the dumbbells clashed—everyone returned to their daily routines, but glances from the corners still occasionally drifted towards the perfect couple.
At that moment Trillian suddenly jumped up, hooked her arms around Draco's neck, squeezed her legs around his waist, and hung on him. "Young Master! You're amazing! That plank you did just now, carrying me was as easy as carrying air!"
Trillian's sudden embrace drew the attention of the muscular men and fitness women who hadn't completely walked away.
"Tsk tsk, what a display of affection..."
Is this how the strong are treated?
Draco was forced back half a step by her bump, and had to support her thigh to prevent her from slipping. "Is that how you compliment someone?"
"Watch out, Hermione might come and get you!"
Upon hearing Hermione's name, Trillian hurriedly jumped off Draco and said, "I was just praising you..."
"You lied to me before and said you couldn't do anything! That one-handed barbell lift, weighted pull-ups, and plank... Young master, you've really shown your true colors now!"
"I'll tell you a secret, I stole some magic," Draco whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Although Trillian had already suspected it, given the limits of human physical ability, her eyes widened when Draco admitted it himself: I knew it!
"Just enjoy it! Wouldn't it be stupid not to use magic?" Trillian said with a matter-of-fact expression.
"You're quite optimistic," Draco chuckled.
"Of course!" Trillian grabbed Draco's wrist, her eyes shining brightly. "So, young master, please teach me how to train! I want to become strong too, so I can carry you next time!"
"You? Carry me?" Draco in surprise.
"What, are you looking down on me?" Trillian turned and walked to the dumbbell rack, deliberately picking up a pair of the lightest dumbbells, and asked with a blank look, "This... how do I lift it? Is it like this?"
Draco walked over and stood behind Trillian, placing his hands on her wrists to adjust the angle. "Not like that."
"Relax your shoulders, bend your elbows slightly, and imagine your arms extending from your shoulder blades... Yes, just like that."
"Young Master~" Trillian wanted to change to a new exercise, saying, "I want to develop beautiful abs, and..." She deliberately stuck her butt out a bit, "I need to make this part a little perkier too~"
Draco's brow twitched at the sight of Trillian's deliberately displayed curves, thinking to himself, "Can't this woman just behave for a moment?"
"Okay, I'll work on my abs and glutes. But..."
Before he could finish speaking, Trillian had already hopped over to a yoga mat, patted it, and asked, "How do I practice...?"
"Start with a plank to activate your core, then work on your glutes." Draco resignedly walked over and demonstrated a standard plank on the mat. "Embroiders on the ground, shoulders perpendicular to elbows, body in a straight line, core engaged, don't let your lower back sag."
Trillian tried to lie down like Draco, supporting herself on her elbows, but as soon as she got into position, her movements started to Transfiguration.
"Young Master~ I can't use my back, I feel like I'm going to collapse..." Trillian looked up at Draco pitifully.
"Here, tighten your core, inhale—" Draco crouched down and reached out to support Trillian's waist. As soon as his palm touched the soft flesh of her waist, Trillian let out a soft moan and deliberately twisted her body, making Draco's palm tickle.
"Don't move." Draco's voice deepened as he firmly straightened her back. "Hold this position for thirty seconds."
"But young master..." Trillian leaned closer to his hand, "With you so close, it's impossible to concentrate on practicing!"
Draco withdrew his hand, expressionless.
"Practice by yourself, I'll time you."