Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

The four of them didn't even have time to wash up; they quickly put on their training clothes and shoes and rushed downstairs.

The area downstairs from the dormitory was deserted, with only a few students scattered around, while the sound of neat slogans could be heard from the playground.

They ran wildly, their backs instantly soaked with sweat.

When we reached the edge of the playground, the morning run had just ended, and the instructor was standing in front of the group with his hands on his hips, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

As the four of them ran over, panting, all the students turned their attention to them.

Some people chuckled, some admired them, and others pointed and whispered among themselves.

"Report!"

Zhao Yuheng shouted at the top of his lungs, and the four of them stopped in their tracks.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat streamed down his face.

The instructor glanced at them, his voice as cold as ice: "What time is it?"

"Reporting, Instructor, 9:20!" Jin Bao'er said, her head bowed, her voice barely audible.

"Do you realize you're late?"

The instructor took two steps forward, his boots slamming into the ground. "Late? Two hundred push-ups as punishment. Any objections?"

None of the four dared to utter a sound; they all shook their heads in unison.

"If you have no objections, get started!" The instructor took a step back, crossed his arms, and said, "The rest of you stay put and watch them!"

Jin Bao'er's heart sank. He usually couldn't even finish fifty push-ups, let alone two hundred.

But he dared not refute, and could only lie on the ground with Zhao Yuheng, the eldest brother, and the second brother, supporting himself with his hands.

My little finger was painfully pressed against the scorching cement floor, which was burning hot under the blazing sun.

The lines of the arm were radiating heat, and the uneven pressure made it even harder for the already weak arm to support itself.

He took a deep breath to regulate his breathing.

"Begin!" the instructor commanded.

As soon as she exerted force, Jin Bao'er felt her arm go weak.

He gritted his teeth and did them one by one, his movements getting slower and slower, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground.

Zhao Yuheng had the best physical strength, and he did it quickly and accurately, his broad shoulders bobbing up and down.

Sweat trickled down his neck and into his collar, soaking the fabric of his chest and outlining his taut muscles.

But he didn't forget Jin Bao'er beside him, keeping an eye on his condition out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing his pale face and his almost distorted movements, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"This kid always seemed so weak and frail, I never expected him to be so easily defeated, really..."

But seeing his suffering and pain, I couldn't just ignore it.

When the eldest and second eldest reached over 100, they gradually became exhausted, their breathing became increasingly heavy, and their arms began to tremble.

When she got to the sixtieth one, Jin Bao'er's arm suddenly went limp, and she fell heavily to the ground, her chest burning with pain.

He tried to prop himself up, but his arms felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't muster any strength.

With his cheek pressed against the scorching ground, the burning sensation spread along his skin, and a wave of humiliation and helplessness washed over him, instantly bringing tears to his eyes.

"What happened? It's not working?"

The instructor's voice was laced with sarcasm.

Jin Bao'er felt that everyone on the playground was looking at her.

My three roommates should be almost finished, but I've only done 60, and none of them are quite right. It's so embarrassing.

Jin Bao'er bit her lip, just as she was about to struggle to get up, when she heard a deep voice beside her.

"Instructor, he's not strong enough, I'll do it for him."

It is Zhao Yuheng.

He straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the instructor with a determined gaze.

The entire room fell silent instantly; all the students were stunned.

Even the instructor was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

"Do it for someone else? What kind of rule is that?"

"I'll replace them, double the amount! Four hundred!"

Zhao Yuheng replied without hesitation, "Okay."

After saying that, he lay back down on the ground and continued doing push-ups.

Four hundred is no small number; even for him, his breathing became rapid when he reached two hundred.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and sweat dripped down like beads from a broken string, soaking the grass beneath him.

Jin Bao'er lay on the ground, looking at Zhao Yuheng's broad back, her heart aching with a mix of emotions.

He wanted to call a halt, to say that he could do it.

But he swallowed the words back. He knew Zhao Yuheng's temperament; once he made up his mind, he wouldn't change it.

The eldest and second eldest brothers exchanged a glance, both seeing emotion in each other's eyes.

Although they often joke around, they all consider Jin Bao'er and Zhao Yuheng as true brothers.

The leader spoke first, his tone impulsive and direct: "Instructor, let's do it for him too!"

The second son immediately echoed, his tone more composed.

"Yes! Let's all four of us do it together, it's on us! It's too much of a loss for him to carry four hundred by himself, let's all pool our resources from our dorm!"

The instructor paused, looking at the four boys lying side by side on the ground. His expression softened slightly, but he still spoke with a stern face.

"Fine, if you want to replace them, then all of you must do it. Two hundred, not a single one less!"

"No problem!" they both answered in unison.

After saying that, they lay down again and did push-ups with Zhao Yuheng.

Three tall boys surrounded Jin Bao'er, forming a solid barrier.

Their breaths mingled together, and although their movements were no longer synchronized, each one was full of power.

Jin Bao'er looked at them, her heart filled with something warm.

He knew that Zhao Yuheng was straight.

They were just brothers, but at that moment, his heart was pounding.

Those deliberately suppressed feelings grew wildly like weeds, making him both sweet and fearful.

By the time Zhao Yuheng had done 150, his physical strength was severely depleted.

His enormous weight put a heavy strain on his arms, making each movement extremely difficult.

His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered in sweat and flushed red.

But he didn't stop; his gaze remained firm.

The eldest and second eldest were also in bad shape; their arms were shaking more and more violently, their cheeks were flushed red, and they were panting heavily.

The surrounding students stopped whispering and their eyes were filled with admiration and curiosity.

Even the instructors' expressions softened considerably, and they stopped uttering harsh words.

The four of them have a pretty good relationship.

Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes.

After Zhao Yuheng finished his last push-up, he suddenly pushed himself up and staggered.

He almost fell, but luckily the eldest brother caught him in time.

His chest heaved violently, sweat dripped down his jawline, and his wet hair stood on end like steel needles, yet his eyes remained bright.

He turned to look at Jin Bao'er, reached out to wipe away the remaining tears on his cheek, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Why are your eyes so red? It's nothing serious. Just set ten alarms from now on, and it'll be fine."

Jin Bao'er looked at him, her lips moving slightly.

I wanted to say something, but I found myself choked up and unable to say a word. I could only nod vigorously.

Zhao Yuheng helped Jin Bao'er up, and the eldest and second eldest brothers also helped each other to their feet.

The four of them stood together, their military training uniforms soaked with sweat, looking disheveled, but their eyes were full of smiles.

"Thanks, Brother Heng, Big Brother, Second Brother."

Jin Bao'er's voice was weak, but full of gratitude.

"No need to thank me, we're brothers!"

The eldest patted his shoulder with such force that Jin Bao'er stumbled.

The second oldest laughed and said, "That's right, our dorm is all one unit!"

Zhao Yuheng didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and ruffled Jin Bao'er's hair.

Their movements were natural and intimate, and their eyes held a subtle tenderness.

Jin Bao'er's cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart began to race uncontrollably again.

He quickly lowered his head to avoid his gaze, but his heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

He didn't know that in the instant he lowered his head...

Zhao Yuheng's gaze lingered on him for a long time.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: heartache, concern, and a strange feeling that even he himself was unaware of.

As the sun rose higher, its rays fell upon the four people, casting long shadows.

Jin Bao'er looked at her three brothers standing side by side and made a silent vow in her heart.

We must work hard to make money and live a good life, and not let them down.

But he also knew that he probably couldn't suppress his feelings for Zhao Yuheng any longer.