The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

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"Push your shoulder blades back a little more, yes, that's it." Lin Feng released his grip, took a half step back, glanced at it, and nodded. "Hold this position for five breaths, then you can stop."

Xu Qing, on the yoga mat, was wearing only a smoky gray sports vest and high-waisted yoga pants.

"Xiao Lin, can you check if this angle is right for me?" Xu Qing maintained the downward-facing dog pose, her voice muffled due to the inverted position.

Lin Feng cleared his throat, squatted down beside her, reached out and gently pressed the heel of his palm against her lower back.

The moment his palm touched her skin, a warm sensation traveled up through his thin palm, and he could feel the muscles in her waist muscles working slightly.

"Scapula... push the scapula back a little more." His tongue was a little tied when he spoke, and his fingers gently rotated her shoulder backward.

"Yes, that's it."

Xu Qing slowly exhaled, pulled herself out of the pose, knelt on the mat, and reached out to gather her loose long hair.

The gesture of raising her arms elongated her waistline, and the curve of her chest became more pronounced as she straightened her upper body, with the fabric of her vest stretching out a full curve.

Her abdomen was flat and firm, with her abs faintly visible beneath her skin.

Xu Qing caught a glimpse of Lin Feng quickly looking away from the mirrored wall, and a smile played on her lips.

"Kobayashi," she suddenly said.

Lin Feng was pretending to arrange yoga blocks, not daring to turn his head: "Huh?"

"Your fingertips were trembling a little when you put your hand on my waist just now!" Xu Qing's voice carried a hint of languor unique to exercise, with a slight rise in pitch at the end. "What? Still nervous?"

Lin Feng's hands froze on the yoga blocks, and a patch of redness was visibly visible on the back of his neck.

"No...no, I don't think so!"

Xu Qing chuckled, wiped her neck with a towel, and didn't expose him: "Today's practice was really comfortable. Your technique is really good. My old problem with my shoulder blades felt much better after you adjusted it."

Lin Feng quickly came down the steps, bent down and started packing up the yoga mat and props, saying as he did so, "Sister Qing, I won't be here anymore. Today should be the last class."

Xu Qing paused in her act of wiping sweat: "You're not working here anymore? Why so suddenly?"

"It's not sudden, I've been thinking about it for a while." Lin Feng stacked the two yoga blocks on the shelf, glanced back at Xu Qing, hesitated for a moment, and then said a few more words, "The commission here is too low. I'm currently taking the intermediate yoga instructor exam, but I'm still being paid at the beginner level for my classes. I only get eighty yuan for a private lesson, even the receptionist's base salary is higher than mine."

Xu Qing didn't say anything after listening, but just clicked her tongue softly.

Lin Feng stuffed the rolled-up mat into a storage bag and lowered his voice: "To be honest, Sister Qing, if I didn't have feelings for this place, I would have left earlier this year. I started out here learning teacher training, and later stayed to teach. I got to know all the students, but feelings can't put food on the table."

He squatted on the ground, unzipping the storage bag, head down, as if talking to himself: "My dad works on a construction site, and my mom does stocking at a supermarket. Together they only make seven or eight thousand a month. I'm still short of tuition fees for next year. If I keep going like this, I won't even be able to afford textbooks next semester."

He rarely says these things to his students.

When a boy says his family is poor, it feels like he's playing the victim, and it hurts his pride, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

But Xu Qing had been taking his classes for almost half a year, and they had some trust in each other, so she didn't feel too embarrassed to talk about it.

Xu Qing leaned against the table and listened to him finish speaking, then gently tapped her elbow with her fingers as she crossed her arms.

This position made her chest appear fuller, and the neckline of her vest was slightly stretched open, but she was completely unaware of it, only glancing down at the pair of faded canvas shoes on Lin Feng's feet.

"Do you know about Forest Peninsula?"

Lin Feng raised his head, but his gaze was only halfway up when it met the smooth, white curve of Xu Qing's chest. His pupils contracted, and he immediately looked up at the ceiling: "I...I know, I heard that area is a high-end commercial district, and the cost of living is not low."

Xu Qing saw his reaction, suppressed a laugh, and continued speaking with her arms crossed without adjusting her posture: "There's a private yoga studio in Club No. 3. My friend took me there a few times, and the yoga teachers there are pretty good. Last time, the owner mentioned that he's been looking to hire a male teacher. With more female members, the demand for male yoga instructors is quite high, especially in the areas of physical therapy and posture assistance."

As he spoke, he pulled his phone out of his bag, quickly swiped his finger across the screen to find a number, and dialed it without waiting for Lin Feng's reaction.

"Hey, Sister Luo, this is Xu Qing." Her tone was familiar, and her voice was soft when she laughed. "Didn't you say last time that your club needed a male yoga instructor?... Yes, the kind who specializes in physical therapy... I have a teacher here, with an intermediate certificate, his technique is excellent, and his professionalism and attitude are top-notch..."

Lin Feng stood to the side, his hand, which was halfway through zipping up the jacket, stopped there, unsure of what to say.

Xu Qing spoke quickly on the phone, explaining his situation clearly in just a few words, and the other party seemed very interested.

She nodded repeatedly after listening for a few moments, then looked up at Lin Feng: "Are you free tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock?"

Lin Feng nodded subconsciously.

Xu Qing said into her phone, "Okay, then have him come for the interview at 3 PM tomorrow. He can come to you, right? Alright! Sister Luo, I'll treat you to coffee another day."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qing turned her phone screen to show him a newly sent address.

"Forest Peninsula Clubhouse No. 3, 3rd Floor, Building A, Ruoxi Yoga Studio"

Raymond Lam took out his phone and took a picture.

"Remember the location? Tomorrow at 3 PM," Xu Qing put her phone away, smiled at him, and said, "Don't be late. The commission for each private lesson there is definitely three times what you get here."

Lin Feng was silent for two seconds, then looked at Xu Qing seriously and said, "Sister Qing, thank you."

Xu Qing waved her hand, picked up her bag, and walked towards the door.

The other person had a beautiful gait; the lines of their hips and legs, encased in yoga pants, were slightly tense yet relaxed with each step.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and glanced back at Lin Feng.

"Oh, by the way, when I go for the interview tomorrow—"

She paused deliberately, her gaze slowly sweeping down from top to bottom over Lin Feng's worn-out gray hoodie, then down to his frayed canvas shoes, a half-smile curving her lips.

"Dress smartly."

She raised her hand and lightly traced her collarbone, her eyes teasingly saying, "If things work out, remember to treat your older sister to a big meal!"

After speaking, she winked at Lin Feng, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.