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

The other person stood up, walked around from behind the desk, and went to the door. Holding a bag, they stood in front of Zhou Mei, head down, their gaze fixed on the tips of Zhou Mei's high heels.

"Teacher Zhou." Her voice was much hoarseer than usual, as if something was stuck in her throat. "I'm sorry about last night."

She paused for a moment, thinking about what Wang Qingchen had done to her last night, and her body involuntarily twitched a few times.

"Actually... I'm a victim too."

After saying that, he walked past Zhou Mei.

Zhou Mei stood in the corridor, turning her head to watch Teacher Wu's back as she turned the corner. Her mouth opened slightly, but the words she had prepared all morning stuck in her throat; she couldn't utter a single word.

After that, I never saw Ms. Wu at school again. Later, I heard from colleagues that Ms. Wu had resigned and moved, and no one knew where she went.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Zhou Mei stood there for a few seconds, then reattached the bag strap that had slipped off her shoulder and turned to walk back to her office.

I put my bag on my desk, opened the drawer and took out my lesson plans and USB drive. I found the chapter I was going to teach today and marked it.

I made myself a cup of tea, and with less than ten minutes to go before class, I walked out of the office with my lesson plan in hand.

When she arrived at the teaching building, the students in the corridor greeted Zhou Mei, and she nodded, just like always.

Turn the corner on the second floor.

When she pushed open the classroom door, the voices inside quieted down a bit. A few students in the front row looked up at her, then lowered their heads to flip through their books.

Zhou Mei walked to the podium, placed the lesson plan on the table, plugged the USB flash drive into the multimedia device, the projector lit up, and the cover of the PPT popped up on the screen.

His gaze unconsciously swept across the area below the podium.

When the camera scanned the fourth row of window seats, it stopped.

Lin Feng sat there.

The other person was looking directly at her.

Their eyes met for less than half a second in the air of the classroom.

Lin Feng then lowered his head.

Zhou Mei shifted her gaze from him to the projection screen. Holding the laser pointer, the red dot drew a circle on the PPT title.

"Last lesson we talked about the factors that influence consumer behavior. Turn to page 132 in your book."

The voice was exactly the same as usual.

But she wasn't as calm inside as she appeared on the surface.

After all, Raymond Lam was the man who took her first kiss, and given that they had already been intimate, aside from not going all the way to the last step, they had basically...

Zhou Mei, standing on the podium, was explaining Maslow's hierarchy of needs, and her voice came through clearly.

Lin Feng looked up, pretending to look at the PPT, but his gaze went over the edge of the screen and landed on Zhou Mei.

Today I wore a white shirt, buttoned up to the top. The shirt material was a bit thicker than the burgundy one I wore yesterday, and the waist was still very fitted when tucked into my suit pants.

When she turned to point at the screen, a shallow crease appeared on her shirt at the waist, and the fabric at her chest was stretched into two full curves.

He couldn't help but recall the scene from last night; the unpredictable size and the smooth, tender skin made him somewhat...

My mind is racing!

Zhou Mei's laser pointer moved across the screen.

When the topic of "information search" came up, my gaze involuntarily drifted over Lin Feng.

The voice paused for a moment.

Their eyes met again. Zhou Mei coughed lightly, quickly covering it up, and Lin Feng also hurriedly lowered his head.

When the bell rang, Zhou Mei had just finished explaining the last case study. She

I closed the PowerPoint presentation, unplugged the USB drive, and closed the lesson plan.

Several students in the front row gathered around to ask questions, and he answered them one by one, his voice neither hurried nor slow, just like usual.

Lin Feng closed the notebook, stuffed it into his backpack, and went out through the back door.

Just as I was about to walk towards the school gate, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I took it out and saw the caller ID: Teacher Zhou Mei.

Lin Feng stared at the name on the screen for about two seconds. His thumb hovered over the answer button, he hesitated for a moment, and then swiped to answer.

"Hello, Teacher Zhou."

"Lin Feng, do you have time now? Come to my office." Zhou Mei's voice came through the receiver, her tone the same as when she was teaching, revealing no emotion.

Before Lin Feng could answer, the call ended. He took the phone away from his ear, looked at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, and swallowed hard.

Go to the office? What do you mean?

Should we talk about what happened last night? Or warn him not to tell anyone? Or should we—

He put his phone back in his pocket, stood there for a few seconds, and then turned and walked towards the office building.

The office building and the teaching building are separated by a playground.

As Lin Feng walked across the playground, the rubber track emitted a rubbery smell from being exposed to the sun.

Several girls in sportswear ran past from the opposite direction, chatting and laughing as they passed each other. Lin Feng walked with his head down, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Walking to the third floor of the office building, the corridor was quiet, and most of the office doors on both sides were closed.

Zhou Mei's office was in room 307, the door was ajar, with a crack left in the door.

Lin Feng stood at the door, raised his hand as if to knock, then lowered it again.

Then he took a breath and knocked twice.

"Come in."

Lin Feng pushed open the door.

Zhou Mei was the only one in the office.

The other person was sitting behind a desk, with a document spread out in front of them and a pen in their hand.

The window was half open, and the curtains billowed slightly in the wind. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and shone on her shoulders, making her white shirt slightly see-through and revealing the outline of her bra straps.

"Close the door."

Lin Feng closed the door behind him.

The door clicked shut, leaving only the two of them in the office. Standing by the door, unsure of what to do with their hands, they appeared somewhat awkward and uneasy.

Zhou Mei put down her pen and looked up at him.

His expression was calm, exactly the same as when he was handling student affairs in the office.

"Please sit down."

Lin Feng sat down in the chair opposite the desk. The chair was a hard office chair, not very comfortable to sit on.

Zhou Mei opened the document in front of her, then closed it again. She pushed the document aside and placed her hands, folded, on the table.

"About last night." She paused, then pressed her thumb against the back of her hand again. "You can't tell anyone about it."

Lin Feng nodded immediately, very quickly. "Don't worry, Teacher Zhou, I won't say a word."

Zhou Mei glanced at him, her lips twitched slightly, it was hard to tell if it was a smile or some other expression.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table, then withdrew them and placed them on his knees.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Zhou Mei spoke again, this time a little slower. "Are you free this Saturday?"

Raymond Lam said, "Yes."

"You helped me yesterday, so I should thank you for my kindness and courtesy." Zhou Mei's voice was still flat, but when she said "kindness and courtesy," she spoke a little faster. "I'll treat you to lunch on Saturday."

Lin Feng opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but seeing Teacher Zhou's serious expression, he still said, "Okay, Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Mei hummed in agreement, then lowered her head to flip through the documents on the table. She turned a page, then turned back, her eyes not actually looking at the words on it.