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

After returning from Qingyuan, Lin Feng enjoyed a few rare days of leisure.

The wound on my leg has completely healed, and I no longer walk with a limp. There is only a light pink scar on the outside of my thigh, which still feels a bit hard to the touch.

The school has returned to normal.

Shen Qianqian had classes every morning, and Lin Feng accompanied her to a few. After Zhou Mei left, the counselor was replaced. The new counselor, surnamed Zheng, was in her early forties, wore thick-rimmed glasses, and spoke slowly and deliberately. She wasn't as cold as Zhou Mei, but something was missing.

In class, Lin Feng sat in his usual spot by the window in the back row, with Shen Qianqian sitting next to him. On the table were two bottles of strawberry yogurt and an open notebook.

He no longer cared much about what the teacher was saying on the podium; half of his attention was on the row of sycamore trees outside the window, and the other half on the back of Shen Qianqian's hand, which occasionally reached out to touch his fingers.

When he didn't have classes, he would go to the billiards hall to play a few rounds with Kui Zi. Kui Zi had recently become obsessed with snooker, spending all his time at the green table in the corner of the billiards hall, treating it like his training ground.

His skills are considered pretty good among amateur players, but he always falls short when facing Lin Feng.

Lin Feng grew up playing billiards at a stall in an alley, so his basic skills are very solid. He can control both long and short shots, and sometimes even Kui Zi can't beat him after several games.

Kui Zi wasn't annoyed. He put the cue stick on the table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, saying, "I'll practice for a while longer, and I'll beat you sooner or later."

Lin Feng leaned against the pool table, put his cue back on the rack, and said, "Yes, yes, I'll wait."

After finishing their game, the two sat on the sofa in the rest area drinking cola. Kui Zi mentioned that Biao Ge had recently started an amateur league at a newly opened billiards hall in the east of the city.

There were quite a few participants, including several college students who played quite well. They asked Lin Feng if he wanted to show off his skills. Lin Feng said no, he just wanted to relax while playing basketball and didn't want to make it too formal.

The next day he went to Baijinhai again.

Shangguan Jinghong has completed all the acquisition procedures for Keda Hotel and is currently coordinating the renovation plan with He Qianwen's team.

There were several stacks of design drawings and material samples piled up in the office. She sat behind her desk, holding a red pen and marking revisions on the drawings.

When Lin Feng pushed the door open and came in, she only looked up at him, pointed to the sofa and asked him to sit down first, then continued to draw.

After sitting on the sofa for a while and flipping through a few pages of the interior design plans on the coffee table, I got bored, stood up, walked behind her, and gently pressed my hand on the back of her neck.

Shangguan Jinghong paused for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, revealing the fair skin on the back of his neck, allowing him to continue pressing.

After pressing the keys for about ten minutes, she put down the blueprints, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and said that she had been staring at the blueprints every day recently and her eyes were almost going blind.

Lin Feng said there was no rush, and that he should rest when he needed to. Shangguan Jinghong opened his eyes and looked at him, the smile on his lips returning. He said it was rare to hear the word "rest" from you; you were the one who rested the least.

After leaving Baijinhai, Lin Feng went to Shuntong Logistics. Yonghu had already signed the purchase contract for the first batch of new energy trucks and was planning the installation locations of charging piles on the open space next to the parking lot.

Seeing Lin Feng approach, he took out a construction drawing from his work clothes pocket and spread it on the truck's hood. Pointing to several red-marked locations, he said, "Here, here, and here, install a fast charging station here and here. It can charge four vehicles at the same time, and the time to fully charge one vehicle will be shorter than previously estimated."

Looking at the dense annotations and calculation formulas on the blueprints, Lin Feng couldn't help but admire this person's execution ability.

From proposing the plan to signing the procurement agreement and then to the implementation of the construction, it only took a short period of time. Yonghu has already pushed every step to the practical level. I'll find an opportunity to give him a raise later.

Two days passed by at a leisurely pace.

On the afternoon of the third day, Lin Feng was reading with Shen Qianqian in the library when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen; the caller ID showed Chao Yuan. He took the phone and walked to the corridor outside the library to answer it.

"Lin Feng, this is Chao Yuan. I happen to be in Hohai on business today. How about we have dinner together tonight? I've already made a reservation." Chao Yuan's voice came through the receiver, his tone not particularly warm but very sincere.

Lin Feng agreed and sent over the address.

After hanging up the phone, he stood in the corridor for a while. Chao Yuan's sudden trip from Qingyuan to Hehai to have dinner with him was unusual in itself.

Although the two got along well in the courtyard of Shen Qianqian's maternal grandfather's house, they had only known each other for less than a few hours, and their relationship was far from being enough to warrant a cross-city visit.

Either Chao Yuan needs to talk to him, or there's something he can't say over the phone. Either way, he has to go to the meal.

Back in the library, Shen Qianqian was looking down at a finance textbook, marking key points in the margins with a pencil.

Lin Feng sat down next to her and lowered his voice to say that he had a business dinner that night. Chao Yuan from Qingyuan was coming to Hehai, and he asked her if she wanted to come along.

Shen Qianqian's eyes lit up when she heard Chao Yuan's name. She first asked if she wanted to go with him, and Lin Feng said that she could go if she wanted.

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment and said that she and her roommate had made plans to rehearse their dance for next week's welcome party that night, so she decided not to go and let him go by himself.

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued reading, drawing a long line on the edge of the page with his pencil.

At 6:30 p.m., Lin Feng arrived at a small, privately-run restaurant in the east of the city, following the address given by Chao Yuanfa.

This shop is located in a quiet alley in the old town. It has white walls and gray tiles, and two red lanterns hang at the door. There is no signboard, only a small wooden plaque with the three characters "Qingyuexuan" written in calligraphy on it nailed to the wall. You can hardly notice it if you don't look carefully.

Lin Feng had a general idea of ​​what was going on. He chose to eat at this kind of place not to show off or for the sake of pomp, but simply to make it easier to talk to people.

The waiter led him through a narrow path paved with bluestone slabs and pushed open the door to the innermost private room.

Chao Yuan had already arrived and was sitting by the window with a pot of freshly brewed Longjing tea in front of him.

Wearing a dark gray casual shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to her forearms, and without a watch, she looked more relaxed than when she was in the old man's yard last time.

Several cold dishes, all with a light and delicate southern flavor, were already laid out on the table.

"This place is nice." Lin Feng sat down, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip.

"I stumbled upon this place by chance when I came to Hohai with my dad on a business trip. The owner is from Qingyuan, and the food he makes is authentic."

Chao Yuan picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a slice of garlic-flavored pork belly on Lin Feng's plate. "Brother Lin! I've taken the liberty of inviting you out today, not only for a meal, but also because there's something I'd like to discuss with you in person."

As he spoke, he picked up an iPad from the chair next to him, placed it on the table, opened the photo album, and pushed it in front of Lin Feng.