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

The atmosphere became awkward again, and Lin Feng sat on pins and needles, not knowing how much time had passed.

She stood up, clutching her schoolbag. "Teacher Zhou, I'll be going now."

Zhou Mei didn't look up, but simply hummed in response.

Lin Feng turned and walked towards the door, his hand just touching the doorknob.

"Raymond Lam".

He turned around.

Zhou Mei was still looking down at the document, her pen tapping the edge of the document.

"Thank you for last night..."

Her voice was much softer than before, almost inaudible by the last two words. But she never looked up.

"No...you're welcome, Teacher Zhou!" Lin Feng said, then pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed softly.

Zhou Mei put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the closed door.

The boy's redness on the tips of his ears never faded from the moment he entered until he left. When answering questions, he avoided looking into her eyes and looked away.

Zhou Mei pressed the back of her hand to her cheek, closed the file, put it in the drawer, then stood up, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains open a little.

People were running on the playground, their shadows stretching long in the sunlight.

Thinking of what had just happened, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, but she quickly withdrew them.

Lin Feng left the office building, crossed the playground, exited the school gate, and only slowed down when he reached the bus stop.

Standing under the sunshade on the platform, leaning against the GG sign, I let out a long breath.

This Saturday?

Is Teacher Zhou going to treat me to dinner?

I took out my phone and glanced at the time.

11:40.

I looked up and saw the bus had arrived. I swiped my card, boarded, and found a window seat.

After about twenty minutes of swaying, they arrived at his stop. Lin Feng got off and walked towards his residential area.

The alleys in the old neighborhood are narrow, with six-story residential buildings on both sides. The ground floor has been converted into various small shops, selling vegetables, fruits, and repairing shoes. The loudspeakers play "Watermelon is 1.5 yuan per jin" on a loop.

The afternoon sun was blocked by the buildings, so it didn't reach the alley, but the heat rose from the cement ground, making it stuffy.

Lin Feng walked around a small puddle on the ground and was about to turn into the unit door of his building when he suddenly heard a familiar woman's voice coming from ahead.

My steps suddenly stopped.

The voice belongs to Su Mengya.

"Wang Jian, I've told you so many times, there's absolutely no way we can be together."

Lin Feng peeked half his head out from the corner of the wall.

At the other end of the alley, Su Mengya stood at the entrance of the building, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair tied in a high ponytail.

He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin slightly, and wore an expression rarely seen on Lin Feng's face.

This wasn't the kind of banter we usually have; it was genuine impatience.

There was a man standing in front of me.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, wearing a dark blue suit with one button undone at the collar of his white shirt, and his shoes were polished to a shine.

Holding a bouquet of roses in one hand and with the other hand in his pocket, he stood relaxed, as if confident that he would not be rejected.

"Mengya, I've liked you for three years." Wang Jian's voice carried a deliberate intensity, drawing out each word. "From your sophomore year until now, don't you know how I feel? Even if you don't agree today, I'll come again next time. Until you agree."

When he said "again," there was a smile on his lips, as if he were saying something perfectly natural.

Su Mengya's expression turned to disgust, as if she'd seen a piece of sticky candy, and she took a half-step back. "Do you even understand human language? I told you, it's... absolutely... impossible. Please don't come looking for me again."

After saying that, she turned to leave, heading in the direction where Lin Feng was hiding. After taking two steps, she looked up and saw Lin Feng standing in the corner.

Su Mengya's eyes lit up.

He walked quickly over to Lin Feng, put his arm around his arm, and Wang Jian followed.

When Lin Feng's arm was pulled into her arms, he froze for a moment.

In summer, everyone wears light clothing, and Su Mengya was only wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt. Her arm was tightly wrapped around her, pressed against her side.

Through two thin layers of fabric, he could clearly feel the outline of her chest, slightly distorted by the pressure of his arm.

The soft flesh clung to her arm, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Lin Feng's arm muscles tensed up involuntarily.

Since the bathroom incident, Raymond Lam has been a little afraid to see Su Mengya, and she has also noticed that her arm has become hard.

I pinched the inside of his arm with my fingers.

The pressure was just right, not too light, not too heavy, enough to bring him back to his senses.

"Wang Jian, let me tell you the truth." Su Mengya's voice became sweet and crisp, completely different from before, "This is my boyfriend, Lin Feng. He's already met my parents, and we're getting engaged at the end of the year. Forget about it."

Wang Jian's gaze finally fell on Lin Feng.

He looked him up and down, finally fixing his gaze on his youthful face. A twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile tinged with obvious disdain.

"Mengya, stop fooling around." He switched the roses to his other hand. "You think I'm stupid to just grab some random little kid to act?"

Su Mengya did not reply.

He tiptoed, turned his face to the side, and pressed his lips to Lin Feng's lips.

It probably lasted for less than a second.

With a hint of the coolness of minty lip balm, she touched it lightly and left. Lin Feng smelled the familiar floral scent of her shower gel.

After kissing him, Su Mengya stepped back onto her heels and hugged Lin Feng's arm even tighter.

Her entire side was pressed against his arm, and her chest was pressed against the outside of his upper arm, bulging slightly from the pressure.

The neckline of her white T-shirt was slightly pulled open as she turned to the side, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone.

Lin Feng could feel her heartbeat quickening through his arm, the rhythm transmitted through the two layers of fabric.

Su Mengya pinched his lower back again.

Lin Feng then realized what was happening, pulled his arm out of Su Mengya's embrace, and then reached out to hug her waist.

When his hand landed on her waist, Su Mengya's body stiffened slightly. She hadn't expected Lin Feng to put his arm around her waist like that.

"Su Mengya is my girlfriend." Lin Feng's voice was more steady than he expected. He stared into Wang Jian's eyes, his chin slightly tucked in. "Don't come here again. Every time you come, I'll beat you up."

As he spoke the last few words, the hand around Su Mengya's waist tightened slightly. The muscles in his arms bulged beneath his short-sleeved T-shirt, creating a clear outline from his wrist to his shoulder.

After practicing yoga for several years, his physique wasn't the bulky type of a fitness instructor, but his muscle definition was clear, and the veins on his forearms were slightly bulging.

Wang Jian's gaze lingered on Lin Feng's arm for a second. Then he glanced at Su Mengya, who was looking up at Lin Feng with an expression Wang Jian had never seen before.

If they didn't know each other, they wouldn't be able to do such intimate things.

The goddess I worked so hard to win over has been ruined like this.

"Mengya! You...you must have done this on purpose...I don't believe it...unless you're really getting married..."

After saying this, Wang Jian angrily threw the roses on the ground, then turned and left. His figure in the suit disappeared quickly as he turned the corner of the alley.