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

As they went up the stairs, Su Mengya walked in front, and Lin Feng followed behind. When they reached Su Mengya's door, he took out his key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, but didn't turn it immediately.

Suddenly, she turned around and looked at Lin Feng, who was standing at her door taking out his keys.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway were on, shining on her face.

"Raymond Lam".

The other person looked up.

It wasn't a test; she took the initiative.

The only sounds in the hallway were the soft breathing of two people and the wet sound of their lips touching.

Footsteps came from upstairs.

The two of them released their grip at the same time, their cheeks flushed red, the color spreading from their cheekbones all the way down to their necks. They reached up and wiped their mouths, pressing their fingers against their lips.

A middle-aged man carrying a trash bag came down from upstairs. He glanced at the two of them as he passed by, and then continued downstairs.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Lin Feng took half a step forward, wanting to follow her inside. Su Mengya had already unlocked the door, slipped inside, only peeking out half her face, sticking out her tongue, and said, "My mom's home." Then she closed the door.

Lin Feng stood in the hallway, the warmth of the previous encounter still lingering on his lips. He took out his keys, opened his own door, went inside, closed the door, and leaned against it for a while.

Then I went into the bathroom, took off my sweat-soaked clothes, and took a shower.

Cold water poured over his head, and with his eyes closed, his mind was filled with the image of Su Mengya taking the initiative to kiss him in the hallway earlier.

Lately, for some reason, my relationship with Sister Mengya seems to have become somewhat...ambiguous?

After showering, I changed into clean clothes, picked up my phone, and lay down on the bed.

Su Mengya sent him a WeChat message with an emoji of a cat covering its face with its paw. He replied with a scratching head emoji.

The other person sent another eye-rolling emoji. The two of them exchanged over a dozen emojis like this, without either of them typing anything, but the chat box kept popping up.

Around 10 o'clock, Xiaowei sent me a message with a photo of a customer information card.

Du Xia, 37 years old, Deputy Director of the Finance Department of the Provincial Investment Group. She has been practicing yoga for two years and is at an intermediate level.

Personality notes: Quiet, demanding, dislikes coaches chatting during class.

Taboo topics: marriage, children.

The notes also stated: frozen shoulder, limited range of motion in the right shoulder joint.

Lin Feng glanced through the information and replied, "Received, thank you, Sister Wei." Then he put his phone next to his pillow, closed his eyes, and lay down for a while.

At 11 o'clock, I changed my clothes and went out. I took the bus to the school stop, intending to go straight to the cafeteria, but after getting on the bus, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten at that rice bowl place in the alley near the north gate in a long time.

The shop was located in an old, run-down alley, with a storefront so small that it could only fit four tables.

But when the boss makes twice-cooked pork over rice, the pork slices are thinly cut and fried until crispy, then topped with green peppers and garlic sprouts. He can scrape the plate clean.

I rode two stops too far and got off the bus, walking deeper into the alley. This area was full of old three- or four-story buildings, with peeling paint on the exterior walls, power lines running horizontally between the buildings, and clothes hanging outside the windows to dry.

The alley was fairly clean, but there were some miscellaneous items piled up in the corners, and a moving company poster was pasted on the wall.

This area has been slated for demolition for years, but nothing has happened.

Lin Feng turned into a narrow, less crowded alley, taking a shortcut towards the rice bowl restaurant. The alley was so narrow that it was cramped for two people to walk side by side.

The alley is shaded by the gable walls of old houses on both sides, preventing sunlight from entering.

After turning a right angle, a woman's voice came from ahead.

"Don't come any closer!"

The voice was shrill, filled with obvious fear, and echoed for a moment in the narrow alley.

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then quickened his pace. After turning the second corner, a narrower dead-end alley branched off to the right.

Three men were seen cornering a girl at the very back of the alley.

The three men looked to be in their early twenties, wearing tight black pants and loafers, with colorful tattoos on their arms and their hair dyed yellow and red.

One of them even had a lightning bolt shaved on the back of his head.

The girl was wearing a Lolita-style dress with a puffy skirt that reached just to her knees.

The skirt was decorated with lace and bows, and was dark blue with white accents. She wore white mid-calf stockings and black round-toe Mary Jane shoes.

Clutching a cup of milk tea to her chest with both hands, her back pressed tightly against the wall, her big eyes on her baby face were filled with fear.

Why is it Shen Qianqian?

When Lin Feng recognized her, she was shrinking into a corner. She was clutching her milk tea cup so tightly it was deformed, her lips were trembling, and she seemed to want to say something but couldn't utter a word.

Lin Feng put his hands in his pockets and walked into the dead end. "Hey guys, what's the deal? Three grown men surrounding one girl, what kind of skill is that?"

The three men turned around.

The guy with the lightning bolt haircut sized him up and down, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who the hell are you? Get the hell out of here while I'm in a good mood, or I'll surround you!"

When Shen Qianqian saw Lin Feng, her eyes widened instantly. Her lips moved as if she wanted to call his name, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

Her brows were furrowed, and her eyelashes trembled with anxiety. "Classmate...classmate, please help me, they're trying to bully me." Her voice was trembling with tears, completely different from her usual quiet demeanor at school.

Lin Feng glanced at her.

Then he said "Oh," and turned and left.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qianqian's face turned pale. Lightning Head cursed Lin Feng's back as a "show-off," and the three of them turned back to continue surrounding Shen Qianqian. Lightning Head reached out to grab her arm.

In the corner of the alley, there was a pile of old bricks that had been dismantled. Lin Feng bent down, picked one up, and weighed it in his hand.

He turned and walked back, his steps slow.

He walked up behind Lightning Head and swung a brick at his shoulder. The brick hit his shoulder blade with a dull thud, and Lightning Head swerved to the side, crashing into the wall with a scream.

The other two reacted at the same time. One of them threw a punch at Lin Feng's face. Lin Feng turned his head to dodge, and the fist grazed his cheekbone.

Another person kicked him in the thigh, causing him to stagger back two steps.

Raymond Lam has never practiced fighting.

His advantages are that he has practiced yoga for several years, so his core is stable, he is stronger than the average person, and he can withstand a beating.

The kick landed on his thigh, making him wince in pain. After regaining his balance, he swung the brick and smashed it into the shoulder of the person who had kicked him. The brick hit the bone and bounced up, and the person covered his face and squatted down.

A third person grabbed Lin Feng from behind and strangled him.

Lin Feng pushed his elbow back, hitting the other person's ribs. The other person's arm loosened for a moment, and he grabbed that arm, bent down, and swung it over his shoulder.

It's about using brute force to throw someone over your shoulder.

The man fell to the ground, landing on his back, and groaned.