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

Over the next few days, Lin Feng tried assigning Yang Ru a few tasks.

The first task was issued on Wednesday afternoon.

While reviewing the new quarterly route plan in the Shuntong Logistics office, I suddenly remembered that Yang Ru had a finance background, so I sent her a message: "Sister Yang, could you please redo Shuntong Logistics' financial statements for the past three years, according to the new accounting standards? Give them to me by Friday."

Yang Ru replied with a single word: "Okay."

At 11:30 p.m. on Thursday, Lin Feng found a complete financial restructuring plan in his email inbox. It not only included financial statements but also cost optimization suggestions.

The email listed the profit margins of the fleet's existing routes one by one, using different colors to distinguish between high-profit and low-profit routes, and finally attached an optimized schedule. The email was sent at 11:34 PM.

After reading it, Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and stared at the schedule on the screen for a long time.

This woman is truly reckless—she works a full eight-hour shift at the company during the day and still manages to squeeze in this kind of high-intensity work at night.

He replied to her message: "Sister Yang, what time did you go to sleep?"

Yang Ru replied immediately: "I'm not asleep yet. Waiting for your feedback."

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then typed: "Well done. Take a day off. Come to the basement the day after tomorrow afternoon; there will be new training content."

Yang Ru replied with "Received". Then, after about two seconds, she sent a blushing emoji.

The second task, assigned on Saturday morning, was even more outrageous. Lin Feng texted her on his way to the billiards hall: "In the office... half an hour, record it and listen to it for me."

This time, Yang Ru didn't return for almost an hour.

"This is too difficult."

"If you can't do it, you can give up. If you give up, this week's training will be canceled."

Half an hour later, she sent a voice message. Lin Feng opened it and listened; it went something like this…

She then sent Raymond Lam a text message: "I'm done talking."

Lin Feng looked at the message and a slight smile curved his lips. He replied, "Well done. Add a new activity to next week's training."

Yang Ru replied with a series of exclamation marks.

He discovered that he seemed to have inadvertently found a pattern: Yang Ru needed not only physical stimulation, but also psychological stimulation.

The more nervous or difficult a task is to complete, the greater the sense of satisfaction she feels upon completion.

Her entire demeanor at the company has changed. The people in the administration department told Su Mengya that General Manager Yang seems to be in a particularly good mood lately, and he's always smiling during meetings.

On Thursday evening, the two went to the basement in the west of the city again.

Yang Ru arrived early this time.

She had already changed into her training clothes, a dark gray tank top and shorts, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and she stood barefoot by the leather bed.

Before the training began, Lin Feng placed a printed task list in front of her.

"Don't contact me for the next three days!"

Yang Ru knelt on the leather bed, placed her hands on her knees, and read the task aloud.

When she read the third item, her brows furrowed, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

"You find it difficult?"

"It's so hard." She looked up at him. "I really... can't help but want to message you."

"So, are you planning to give up?"

Yang Ru was silent for a few seconds. Then she put the list back on the cart, placed her hands back on her knees, and straightened her back. "I won't give up."

When training ended, Yang Ru lay on the leather bed, panting for a while before she could catch her breath.

She buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled. "I still find the third one very difficult. But I won't give up."

Lin Feng had to admit that this woman's willpower was indeed terrifying. He sat down on the chair next to her, took a sip of water, and watched her slowly sit up from the bed, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed, her hair loose over her shoulders, and her expression satisfied and relaxed.

"Sister Yang, have you noticed that you seem to rely on this feeling more lately than before?"

Yang Ru was retying her hair with the hair tie on her wrist when she heard the question and paused.

He thought for a long time before speaking. "It seems there is a little bit. I used to be able to reduce stress by pinching my arm, but that effect would only last for a day or two at most. After you assigned me tasks, the feeling of completing each task is much more effective than pinching my arm, and it lasts much longer."

She tied her hair up, looked up at him, and her expression became serious. "Coach Lin, am I getting more and more involved?"

Lin Feng remained silent for a while after being asked that question.

Looking at Yang Ru's expression, a feeling I couldn't quite describe welled up inside me.

He saw the changes.

The demands were gradually increasing, and he himself became more and more adept at it in the process.

"Sister Yang, if one day you feel that things can't go on like this, just tell me. We can slow down the pace or try a different approach."

Yang Ru didn't say anything after listening. She took the rubber band off her wrist and put it back on, then took it off again, repeating this several times.

Then she stood up, walked over to him, bent down, and pressed her lips to his. Straightening up and looking at him, she said, "I'm starting to rely on this feeling..."

Lin Feng watched Yang Ru walk barefoot into the changing room, and that indescribable feeling in his heart was still surging up.

He shook his head to clear his mind of those distractions and began tidying up the training equipment on the cart.

The billiard hall and foot massage parlor were doing better than anyone expected.

A week before the start of the university semester, all seven stores opened simultaneously. Lin Feng placed opening flower baskets at the entrance of each store and had Kui Zi arrange for several billiards assistant coaches, who were model-level models, to stand at the entrance and hand out flyers.

These girls were originally princesses of Platinum Sea. After half a month of intensive training, their billiards skills, while not exceptional, were all proficient in at least three different opening shots.

Wearing a uniform dark blue low-cut short skirt, she stood there and had already stunned the passing boys before she even opened her mouth to speak.

Within three days, a rumor began circulating among students of Hohai University and several surrounding universities: "The newly opened billiards hall near the school gate has all its teaching assistants who are goddesses."

Someone asked if they could touch it, and someone immediately replied that they definitely couldn't, but watching them play ball was quite pleasing to the eye.

It's this perfect sense of distance that works better than anything else. Too close and you're easy to be investigated; too far and no one will come.

These billiards assistant coaches used to be "princess" at Platinum Beach, dealing with drunken customers every day, and their verbal skills were already superb.

For these girls, going to a different billiards hall and chatting and complimenting a group of college students is practically a vacation.

Lin Feng set simple rules for them: they could chat, act cute, and accept tips, but they couldn't engage in prostitution, drink alcohol, or use prohibited substances. One violation would result in a warning and a deduction from their wages; two violations would lead to immediate dismissal.

He also had Kui Zi assign two security guards to each store, dressed in black uniforms, to stand at the entrance and stairwell, both to maintain order and to keep an eye on violations.

This model was quickly put into operation.

The shop opens at 3 p.m. every day, and the dozen or so billiard tables on the first floor are almost always full. The private rooms for foot massage on the second floor are also fully booked, sometimes with a wait until 3 a.m.

Less than a week after opening, the combined daily revenue of the seven stores reached a figure that surprised even Lin Feng.

After reviewing the accounts, Sister Hong said something that surprised Lin Feng: "At this rate, we can recoup the entire investment in a month."

Just when he thought everything was slowly getting on track, trouble came knocking.

The billiard hall in the north of the city was the first to be raided. The four departments of industry and commerce, fire protection, health and public security carried out a joint enforcement action and blocked the door of the store.

The person leading the team was a section chief from the Chengbei District, surnamed Sun, in his forties with a square face. As soon as he entered the store, he asked people to bring out all the business records and fire permits.