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

After checking into the hotel, Lin Feng took a shower and then made a video call to Ye Qinghan. On the screen, she was wearing a dark green silk nightgown, her hair loose over her shoulders, looking like she had just finished showering, and was leaning against the headboard looking at a document.

To put it simply, Shen Wanyu's WeChat is set to prevent adding friends via phone number, and he only has one phone number, so he plans to go to the school to find her tomorrow.

"You plan to get this sorted out in three days?" Ye Qinghan put down the documents, picked up her phone, and walked to the window, her tone tinged with worry. "I have to warn you, Wanyu is incredibly stubborn, just like her father. Don't try anything forceful; she won't listen. After her mother passed away, Shen Ping sent her to boarding school, and she felt abandoned. Later, when Shen Ping remarried and had a son, she completely shut herself off. People like that seem prickly on the surface, but deep down they crave care more than anyone else; they just don't dare trust anyone anymore. So when you approach her, don't act like an elder or a persuader, and don't bring up Shen Ping right away. First, build trust with her, make her feel like you're a friend she can talk to, and then slowly guide the conversation. She likes animals—you can use that. I remember her WeChat profile picture is an orange cat; that cat is a stray she picked up on the street when she was in high school, and she's raised it for several years, even closer to it than her father."

"She's easily swayed by gentle persuasion but doesn't respond well to force, and she likes small animals! Okay, I understand. I'll try to ask her out for a meal first. If that doesn't work, I'll have to go to her school directly." Lin Feng rubbed his temples, recalling Shen Ping's helpless expression at the dinner table, and felt a surge of curiosity about this Miss Shen he had never met before.

The two chatted for a few more minutes. Ye Qinghan asked him if he was getting used to the hotel and that he should drink more water since the weather in Kyoto was drier than in the river and sea.

Qianqian doesn't know he arrived in Kyoto ahead of time. If she did, she would definitely run from her dorm to find him, and then it would be impossible to keep it a secret.

Lin Feng suggested that they not tell her yet, and that he should contact her after he had finished dealing with Shen Wanyu's matter, since her study tour still had several days left.

After hanging up the phone, he placed it on the bedside table and turned off the light. The night view of Kyoto outside the window was dazzling yet unfamiliar. Lying in bed, he mentally reviewed the things he needed to do tomorrow.

Add me on WeChat first; if you can't add me, just call me and ask me out for dinner.

Shen Ping said she liked quiet coffee shops, so let's find one with a nice atmosphere near the school. If she refuses, just mention Shen Qianqian's name and say that Qianqian asked him to bring her some things.

This reason shouldn't be too objectionable to her.

The next morning, Lin Feng took a car to the main gate of Yenching University.

According to Shen Ping, Shen Wanyu chose to stay at the university to prepare for postgraduate entrance exams after graduating from her senior year, which improved his impression of the girl slightly; at least she was a top student.

Standing under the ginkgo tree at the school gate, which is said to be a hundred years old, watching the students coming and going and the huge stone at the gate engraved with the school motto, I took out my phone and dialed Shen Wanyu's number.

The phone rang three times before being hung up.

Lin Feng dialed again, but the call was hung up again.

Standing amidst the crowd at the school gate, looking at the repeatedly hung-up call history on my phone screen, I took a deep breath and dialed a third time.

The call finally connected, but before I could even speak, a sharp and impatient female voice came from the other end—"Are you fucking crazy? Call me again and I'll have someone deal with you!"

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then subconsciously took the phone away from his ear to confirm that the number displayed on the screen was indeed the one Shen Ping had given him.

If Shen Ping hadn't sent the number himself, he would have thought he had dialed the wrong number.

This is no daughter of a political and legal affairs secretary; anyone who didn't know better would think she was a street thug.

Suppressing his anger, he tried his best to make his voice sound calm and sincere: "Hello, I'm a friend of your father Shen Ping, my name is..."

"I don't have a dad, you've dialed the wrong number." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly turned cold, and then the call ended.

When Lin Feng tried to call back, he found that he had been blocked.

Standing under the ginkgo tree, staring at the unreachable number on my phone, I remained silent for a long time.

He took out his cigarette case, pulled one out and put it in his mouth. The lighter flame flickered several times in the autumn wind before it finally lit.

This Miss Shen's problem isn't just a matter of whether she has a good temper or not; she's completely lacking in manners.

After finishing one cigarette, I lit another. Watching the students coming and going at the school gate, I even had a moment when I wanted to give up on this task.

Let Shen Ping clean up his daughter's mess himself.

But after finishing two cigarettes, Lin Feng leaned against the trunk of the ginkgo tree, remembering what Ye Qinghan had said last night. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe, took a deep breath, and straightened up.

He felt that things had been going too smoothly lately. From Hehai to Ningxian, from Chen Liangliang to Shenping, everything had been progressing steadily according to plan. It was not Lin Feng's style to give up at the slightest setback.

He refused to believe he couldn't handle a girl in her early twenties.

I walked into the security room and greeted the two security guards.

The security room wasn't large, containing a desk and two folding chairs, with a row of surveillance screens hanging on the wall. The two security guards, one in his forties and the other in his early fifties, were chatting while holding enamel teacups.

Lin Feng took out his cigarette case, handed each of them a Zhonghua cigarette, and then took out a lighter from his pocket to light them, casually chatting for a few minutes.

"Hey bro, can I ask you something? My girlfriend is studying here, and we've been having some trouble lately. She's not answering my calls. She's graduating from her senior year and I think she's preparing for graduate school here. Do you know her? Her name is Shen Wanyu."

The older security guard took the cigarette, smelled it, gave a knowing look, and then shook his head. "Young man, there are tens of thousands of students at Peking University, how could we possibly remember them all? But the postgraduate entrance exam students are all in the East Campus, which is smaller. You might run into them if you go there. Just walk straight to the end from here, and it's only three stops on the campus bus. But your girlfriend, her name sounds nice, you'll have to coax her a bit. Girls, you know, respond better to gentleness than force."

Lin Feng thanked him, placed the remaining half pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the security guard's table, and said he would keep it for himself.

The two security guards declined a few times but then accepted the money. Their attitude was noticeably warmer than before, and they even pointed out the direction of the campus bus stop to him.

Upon entering the campus, Lin Feng had to admit that Yenching University truly lived up to its reputation as one of the top universities in China. The plane trees lining both sides of the road were tall and straight, sunlight filtering through their leaves and casting dappled patterns of light onto the bluestone pavement.

The teaching building is an old-fashioned structure with red brick walls and white window frames, and ivy covers the entire side wall. Among the students coming and going, there are indeed quite a few outstanding girls, wearing short skirts and showing off their long legs, walking by in groups of three or five, their laughter crisp and clear.

But at this moment, Lin Feng's mind was filled with thoughts of Shen Wanyu, and he had no time to appreciate the scenery. After walking for more than twenty minutes, he finally realized how big Peking University was. There were several teaching buildings on the main campus alone, each separated by a lawn or a small square. His legs were aching from walking around.

Fortunately, he finally found the campus bus stop and boarded the bus to the East Campus.