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

The East Campus is much quieter and less crowded than the main campus.

This area mainly houses the graduate school and a few laboratories, the air thick with a mixture of scholarly and coffee aromas. Lin Feng, who hadn't eaten breakfast, was starving. He had planned to meet Shen Wanyu for breakfast to have a good chat, but he was turned down and didn't even see her.

Following the signs along the road, I found the cafeteria, intending to fill my stomach first.

Just as I stepped into the cafeteria and before I could even see what the layout was like, a gasp suddenly came from the stairwell on the right.

A girl with brightly colored braids walked down the stairs carrying soy milk and steamed buns. As she walked, she looked down at her phone, her fingers flying across the screen, muttering, "This crappy internet speed is lagging again."

Completely unaware of her footing, her body lurched to the side and she fell forward when her high heels touched the edge of the stairs.

Almost instinctively, Lin Feng lunged forward and caught her with open arms. The cup of soy milk flew from the girl's hand, spilling the entire cup onto Lin Feng's trouser leg. The scalding liquid seeped through the fabric, making him wince and gasp.

But ignoring the excruciating pain in his legs, he first helped the girl to her feet and straightened her up.

"Are you alright? Did you twist your ankle?" Lin Feng looked down at her ankle, then looked up at her face. She had a classic oval face, fair skin, and delicate features. If you ignored her colorful braids and heavy eyeshadow, she would be a very pretty girl.

When I helped her up, my arm accidentally brushed against her chest, which was roughly a B cup. She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a black leather jacket and tight jeans, a typical delinquent look that clashed with the scholarly atmosphere of this century-old prestigious school.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! I'm so sorry, my pants—" After the girl regained her balance, she saw the large soy milk stain on Lin Feng's pants. A look of guilt flashed across her face. She quickly took out a tissue from her bag and squatted down to help him wipe it. "Oh my god, your pants are all wet! The soy milk was fresh out of the pot, it was really hot. Are you burned? I'll pay you back. Just name your price and I'll transfer it to you."

"Really, it's not necessary. It's just a pair of pants." Lin Feng took the tissue and wiped himself. When he bent down, he saw that soy milk was still dripping down the pant leg. These pants, which cost over a thousand yuan, were completely ruined. "Don't look at your phone when you go down the stairs in the future. If I hadn't been standing right below you, you would have fallen and it wouldn't have been a joke. I'm glad you're okay. I'll go out and buy a new pair later. Don't worry about it."

"How can that be? I'm the one who got them dirty, I have to pay for them. Why are you so stubborn? I said I'd pay, and I won't refuse. Let me tell you, I hate owing favors. You helped me today, and if I don't pay for these pants, I won't be able to sleep tonight." The girl looked up at Lin Feng, and the stubbornness in her eyes was somewhat similar to that of Miss Shen on the phone.

"Really, it's not necessary. You go have breakfast first, I'll go in and get something to eat too. Just be more careful when you go down the stairs next time."

The girl glanced at Lin Feng, then at the large soy milk stain on his pants, pursed her lips, and the guilt in her eyes had not yet faded.

After hesitating for a moment, I turned around and walked into the first floor of the cafeteria.

Lin Feng used a tissue to absorb the water from the soy milk on his trouser leg, then walked to the cafeteria window and asked the cafeteria lady if he could pay for a meal.

The auntie waved politely and said in a Beijing accent, "Young man, the cafeteria has a rule that you need to swipe your meal card to get food. If you lost your meal card, you can just go to the lost card reporting area at the entrance to get a replacement—over there, see that little window?"

Lin Feng glanced in the direction the aunt pointed and saw the words "Replacement of Lost Meal Card" posted on the window.

But he's not a student at the school, so he definitely can't report the loss and get a replacement.

He sighed and was about to turn around and go out to find a restaurant outside the school when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey, let me treat you to a meal. Consider it a thank you for helping me earlier, and for paying for your pants. You won't let me pay for your pants, but you can't refuse to let me treat you to a meal, right? You have to let me apologize. Come on, don't be shy, the ramen in this cafeteria is the best in the East Campus. I asked the chef to add extra beef and eggs, have a taste." Lin Feng turned around and saw it was the same girl from earlier.

She had already prepared two meals. She was holding a bowl of ramen with beef, an egg, and side dishes on top, and another identical bowl in her other hand, which she waved at him.

Just as Lin Feng was about to politely decline, the other party didn't give him a chance to refuse. She placed the tray on the table next to her and pulled him by the arm towards a seat.

She gripped his shirt cuff with considerable force, her fingernails painted with black nail polish.

Just then, a tall girl carrying a tray walked over. She was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a well-tailored light gray knitted cardigan over a white silk shirt, with a thin silver collarbone chain around her neck.

She wore dark high-waisted straight-leg jeans that just covered her ankles, and beige pointed-toe high heels.

Her hair wasn't tied in a ponytail like most students, but rather loose over her shoulders with slightly curled ends, and she wore a pair of small pearl stud earrings on her earlobes.

Her makeup was exquisite, elegant yet powerful, with sharp eyebrows, clean eyeliner, and nude pink lipstick. She seemed somewhat out of place in the bustling cafeteria setting.

Her fingernails, neatly manicured and coated with clear nail polish, were adorned with a delicate silver watch on her wrist, its dial studded with a few small diamonds. From head to toe, she exuded a sophisticated and mature aura, a stark contrast to the rebellious girl beside her.

"Wanyu, what are you doing here? And who is this?" Xu Momo placed the plate on the table, her gaze sweeping over Lin Feng, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone laced with a hint of teasing.

"MoMo! I almost tripped and fell down the stairs just now, and this handsome guy caught me. But his pants were ruined by my soy milk, and he wouldn't let me pay him back. You're just in time, can you help me persuade him to accept my compensation? You know I, Shen Wanyu, never owe favors." The young woman then let go of Lin Feng's arm and pointed at him, briefly recounting what had happened to her roommate.

"Handsome, my Wanyu rarely treats people to meals, so just say yes. She usually doesn't even bother with us roommates, so the fact that she's taking the initiative to invite you today means you're lucky. If you refuse, she'll probably feel guilty all day. Besides, let me tell you, she remembers both grudges and favors. If you help her, she won't say it, but she'll remember it." Xu Momo nodded to Lin Feng, put the plate on the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed her legs, and adopted a composed and elegant posture.

When Lin Feng heard the name "Shen Wanyu," his heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the young delinquent girl a couple more times without making a sound.

Just now, Xu Momo called her "Shen Wanyu," a name that perfectly matched the information Shen Ping had given her.

But the young woman in front of him, with her brightly colored braids, smoky makeup, and black leather jacket, was so different from the "quiet and introverted" daughter Shen Ping had described.