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

The two of them did the threading-the-needle exercise twice on each side. When Du Xia sat up from the mat, she moved her right shoulder.

The range of rotation is larger than when it first came in, and there is no longer that feeling of jamming when it rotates.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's loosened up a bit." Du Xia's voice was brief, and her face showed little expression.

The next pose is a sequence of Warrior II and Side Angle Pose.

"Align your right knee with your second toe. Pull your right hip back."

Du Xia adjusted the position of her hips.

She did whatever Lin Feng said, without saying or doing anything unnecessary.

After the adjustment, Warrior II pose became much more stable, with the right thigh parallel to the ground, the lower leg perpendicular to the ground, and a clean straight line drawn from the fingertips to the toes.

In the side-angle stretch pose, Du Xia rested her right elbow on her right knee, and her left arm extended from above her head. Lin Feng walked behind her, supporting her left hip with one hand and pushing it forward, while using the other hand to pull her left shoulder back.

"Rotate your chest upwards, towards the ceiling. Feel your left ribs open up."

Du Xia's chest cavity rotated upwards.

The neckline of the dark gray short-sleeved shirt was slightly pulled open due to the turning motion, revealing a small patch of skin below the left collarbone.

The other person's collarbone was beautifully shaped, slender, and slightly protruding, forming two clean arcs beneath the skin.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted from her collarbone to her left ribcage. "Yes, that's it. Hold for three breaths."

Du Xia pulled herself out of the side angle stretch pose and returned to Warrior II pose. Then she pulled her legs back, her breathing became a little more rapid than before, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Lin Feng handed her a bottle of water.

Du Xia took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. As she drank, she tilted her head back and her throat bobbed.

"Teacher Lin."

Lin Feng turned his head.

Du Xia looked at him, her expression still not very expressive, but she spoke a little more than before. "The method you teach is different from the previous teacher. She would have me do the postures directly, and if I couldn't do them correctly, she would have me try again. But... you've been adjusting my bones."

Lin Feng put down the mineral water bottle. "When the bones are in the right position, the muscles can exert force correctly. If the bones are not in the right position, no matter how much you train, you are just using the wrong muscles to compensate. The root cause of your frozen shoulder is not the shoulder itself, but the lack of stability in the scapula. If the scapula is not stable, the shoulder has to rely on the trapezius muscle to compensate when making movements. Over time, the trapezius muscle becomes overly tense, and the range of motion of the shoulder joint becomes smaller and smaller."

After listening, Du Xia nodded.

Place the water bottle next to the mat, then stand back in the center of the mat.

"Let's continue."

In the following period, Lin Feng led her through a series of exercises specifically designed to improve scapular stability.

Du Xia's shoulders were opening up little by little.

The chest cavity was pushed towards the chin, and the collarbone was fully relaxed, revealing a small patch of pale pink skin below the collarbone.

The sixty-minute class ended quickly.

During the final rest period, Du Xia lay on the mat, while Lin Feng sat beside her, watching her breathing rhythm.

My right shoulder was finally fully on the mat, level with my left shoulder.

This is something that couldn't be done before the end of the lesson.

I did the long rest for five minutes.

Lin Feng gently told her to slowly wake up.

Du Xia moved her fingers, stretched, and slowly sat up.

After sitting up, she didn't stand up immediately, but instead moved her right shoulder.

Du Xia looked at her right arm raised above her head in the mirror. When her arm reached its highest point, the hem of her dark gray short-sleeved shirt was pulled up, revealing a section of skin on her waist.

Her waist is incredibly thin; the outline of her ribs is faintly visible beneath her skin.

Then she lowered her arm and turned to look at Lin Feng.

"Ms. Lin, what days of the week do you have classes?"

"I'm still on probation, so my class schedule isn't fixed. If you'd like to schedule a class, you can talk to Xiao Wei at the front desk."

Du Xia nodded.

She walked to the wall, picked up a towel, wiped the sweat from her neck, folded the towel, and put it in her bag. She paused as she reached the doorway.

"Thank you." That was all she said. She then pushed open the door and left.

After Du Xia left, Lin Feng sat on the yoga mat for a while longer. He turned his right hand over and looked at it; the edge of the band-aid had curled up a little when he was doing downward-facing dog, and there was some fine dust from the wooden floor stuck to the tape.

She took off her white yoga clothes and threw them into the recycling bin, then changed into her own T-shirt and pants.

The corridor was quiet.

The front desk light was on, and Xiaowei was sitting in the back, touching up her lipstick in front of a small mirror. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and put the mirror face down on the table.

"Finished?" Seeing Lin Feng approach, her gaze moved down from his face to the bandage on the back of his hand. "What happened to your hand?"

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell this morning and scraped my skin a little." Lin Feng put his right hand into his pocket, the edge of the band-aid stuck to the pocket opening, and the sticking-out tape sticking up again.

Xiao Wei glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

He took another form from the drawer and pushed it onto the table. "Customer feedback from yesterday and today," Lin Feng said, looking down at it.

The form had ten scoring items printed on it, each followed by a letter. On He Qianwen's form, all ten items were marked with an "A," and Du Xia's form also had ten "A"s.

Lin Feng pushed the form back, his lips curled up slightly, then he quickly suppressed it.

Xiao Wei put the form into the folder and chuckled. "Don't hold it in, just laugh. An A+ rating? You've only been on your second day of probation. I've been here so long, and I've never seen a new coach get A+ ratings for their first two lessons."

Lin Feng scratched the back of his head, unable to suppress a smile, and grinned.

Xiaowei put the folder in the drawer and picked up the schedule book on the table, flipping through it. "There are no classes scheduled for you tomorrow."

"Okay. I happen to have something to do tomorrow at noon."

"What's up? A date?" Xiao Wei raised an eyebrow. Lin Feng opened his mouth, but before he could think of an answer, Xiao Wei waved her hand. "Alright, alright, I won't pry into your private life. Go back now."

Lin Feng said goodbye and turned to walk towards the elevator.

The elevator reached the first floor, and he walked through the lobby and out the door. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Su Mengya: "Sister Mengya, are you home?"

My phone vibrated when I got to the subway station entrance.

Su Mengya replied: "I went to my uncle's house with my mom this afternoon, I won't be back until Sunday." She then sent another message: "Don't miss me too much." She added a tongue-out emoji.

Lin Feng stood at the subway station entrance, looking at the tongue-out emoji on the screen, and quickly replied with his thumbs on the keyboard.

There weren't many people on the subway anymore.

Sitting by the car window, the tunnel lights outside flickered and receded into the distance. His phone vibrated again; he looked down and saw a message from Zhou Mei.

"Meet me at the entrance of Block A, Zhonghai City at 2 PM tomorrow."

Lin Feng glanced at the time at the top of his phone screen.

Two o'clock? That's past lunchtime. Are we having lunch? Or afternoon tea?

Some issues remained unresolved, but I quickly typed "Received" and sent it over.

at the same time.

In bedroom 502, Building 14, Block A, Zhonghai City. Zhou Mei had just placed her phone on the bedside table; the screen was still lit, and Lin Feng's reply, "Received," was displayed in the chat box.

She looked at those two words and couldn't help but chuckle...

After laughing, he leaned against the headboard, buried the back of his head in the pillow, and stared at the ceiling.

This afternoon, her mother called and said that she and her father were coming to see her tomorrow. Before she could even say "okay," her mother continued, "That Xiao Chen I mentioned to you last time, your Aunt Liu's nephew, works at a securities company. He comes from a good family and is a reliable person. We can take him to meet you tomorrow."

Zhou Mei was sitting on the sofa changing her slippers, holding one shoe in her hand. After hearing this, she stopped changing her shoes altogether. If she had brought them with her, it would have caused chaos.

"Mom, I have a boyfriend."