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

The whole process took less than forty minutes, because someone could knock on the door at any time.

Then she reverted to her usual aloof and reserved demeanor, though a faint blush lingered on her ears.

Before leaving, I gently pinched the back of his hand and said that he mustn't do that again, as it was too dangerous. But as I said this, the corners of my mouth were curved, and my eyes were curved as well.

Lin Feng also started to become restless during class.

The calculus teacher was explaining multivariable integrals on the podium, with the blackboard full of formula derivations. Half the students in the classroom were writing furiously, while the other half were secretly playing on their phones.

Shen Qianqian sat next to him, her left hand under the table, and her right hand holding a pen, pretending to highlight important points in her notebook.

She was wearing a light blue denim mini-skirt today, the hem just above her knees. Lin Feng's hand reached under the table, his fingers gently landing on her thigh.

Shen Qianqian's cheeks changed from fair to pink, and then from pink to crimson.

The fingers holding the pen stopped on the notebook, the pen tip leaving a long ink mark after a formula.

She turned her head and glared at Lin Feng, but the glare was more of an embarrassment than anger, with the corners of her eyes still red.

He reached over and pinched Lin Feng's thigh hard.

Lin Feng winced in pain, pulled his hand back, and then saw a small, smug smile curving up at the corner of her mouth.

A few minutes later, she moved her leg a little closer to him.

There was a little mishap during PE class.

After the PE teacher let everyone have free time, Lin Feng went to the convenience store by the playground to buy water. On his way back, he saw Shen Qianqian standing by the basketball court, with a boy standing in front of her.

The boy was wearing a fluorescent green basketball jersey, his hair was dyed light brown, he was about 1.8 meters tall, and he was holding a basketball in his hand, talking to Shen Qianqian with a smile.

He was a freshman who had taken a liking to Shen Qianqian on the playground during military training. Today, he somehow found out her PE class schedule and skipped class to come and confess his feelings.

Shen Qianqian's expression was clearly impatient. She frowned slightly, pursed her lips, took half a step back, and said, "I have a boyfriend. Please move aside."

The boy persisted, taking a step forward and reaching out to grab her wrist, saying, "Senior, don't be so heartless, can't we at least have a meal together?" His hand was only halfway out when it was grabbed from the side by another hand.

Lin Feng grabbed his wrist, pushed him away from Shen Qianqian, and shoved him back half a step.

After staggering a bit and regaining his balance, the boy looked Lin Feng up and down. Seeing that Lin Feng was wearing ordinary sportswear, he thought he wasn't anything special.

The boy cursed, "Who the hell are you?" and threw a punch at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, then grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him forward, tripping him with his foot. The boy lost his balance and fell onto the basketball court's rubber surface with a thud.

When he got up, clutching the back of his head, he grimaced and rubbed it, pointed at Lin Feng and said, "You wait," before slinking away with his basketball.

Lin Feng bent down to pick up the two bottles of mineral water from the ground, unscrewed one, and handed it to Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian took the water and drank a sip. She then took his arm, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips felt cool and moist with the mineral water when they touched his skin.

Since they had no classes in the afternoon, Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian went to a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant outside the north gate of the school for lunch. The restaurant was small, with plastic tables and chairs set up at the entrance, and skewers of ingredients in plastic basins stacked in the freezer.

Shen Qianqian took several skewers of lotus root slices and potato slices, while Lin Feng took a bunch of beef and luncheon meat.

The proprietress puts the skewers into the boiling soup pot to blanch them. When she takes them out, they are covered with bright red chili oil. She sprinkles on some Sichuan peppercorn powder, and when she serves them, the red oil is still bubbling and rolling in the bowl.

Shen Qianqian took a bite of lotus root slice, chewed it a couple of times, and a tiny bead of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. She said it was a little spicy and then took a big gulp of iced soy milk.

The two were eating when a group of people suddenly walked over from across the street.

The leader was the freshman from the basketball court earlier, followed by a few thugs in tight pants and loafers. Judging from their appearance, they were here to get revenge.

A freshman walked up to the entrance of a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant, pointed at Lin Feng, and said to a thug with dyed red hair behind him, "This is the guy."

Red Hair took two steps forward, but stopped abruptly after seeing Lin Feng's face clearly.

The arrogant expression on his face changed to astonishment in a mere second, followed by panic.

He grabbed the freshman by the back of the collar, pulling him back, and whispered, "You fucking want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Then he quickly walked up to Lin Feng, bent down, and changed his tone from the rudeness he had shown to the freshman to politeness—"Master Lin, what brings you here? I used to hang out with Brother Biao. You don't know me, but I know you. This kid said someone was causing him trouble and gave him some money, so I came over to check and maybe scare him a little. I really didn't know it was you."

Lin Feng placed his chopsticks on the rim of the bowl, looked up at Hong Mao, and said it was nothing, just a small misunderstanding.

Red Hair straightened up with a sigh of relief, turned around and walked up to the freshman. He raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, saying, "Do you even know who he is? Why are you causing trouble for him? Are you tired of living?"

Anyone in the underworld knows that Sister Hong is in charge now. Some people even know Lin Feng's background; she's no ordinary person.

The freshman was stunned by the beating. He covered the back of his head, looked at the red-haired man and then at Lin Feng, his expression changing from anger to confusion.

Red Hair slapped him on the shoulder again, saying, "Hurry up and apologize to Master Lin." The freshman lowered his head and stammered, "I'm sorry."

Lin Feng said, "Alright, just don't bother Shen Qianqian anymore." The freshman nodded repeatedly. Red Hair kicked him again, and the group dragged the freshman away in a sorry state.

Shen Qianqian sat on the plastic stool the whole time, holding her soy milk and watching the scene unfold. She only put down her cup after the group had walked away. She blinked her big eyes at Lin Feng and said, "Now people outside call you Master Lin?"

Lin Feng picked up his chopsticks and continued eating his spicy hot pot, his expression calm. "Don't listen to their nonsense."

Shen Qianqian scooped a potato slice from the bowl, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and then pointed at Lin Feng with her chopsticks, saying, "If you become the tyrant of Hehai City in the future, I will go to the TV station to report you, and then I will become the whistleblower hero and take the reward."

Lin Feng picked up a piece of beef and stuffed it into her mouth, saying, "Remember to share half with me later!"

With her mouth stuffed full of beef and her cheeks bulging, Shen Qianqian chuckled indistinctly twice.