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

After washing up, Lin Feng finally calmed down.

I went to the kitchen, opened the cabinet door, and pulled out a packet of instant noodles.

While waiting for the water to boil, I leaned against the stove, took out my phone, and scrolled through short videos for a while.

After the water boiled, I tore open the seasoning packet and poured it in, then stirred it a couple of times with chopsticks. The aroma of instant noodles instantly filled the air, mixed with the faint smell of cooking oil in the kitchen.

After cooking, I wolfed down the noodles. Halfway through, I heard the sound of a key turning at the door.

Lin Jianguo, the old man, came in first, wearing the kind of camouflage uniform that gets dusty on construction sites, with a tool bag slung over his shoulder and placed at the door.

Following behind was Zhang Lan, the mother, carrying a supermarket shopping bag containing a few wilted greens and some discounted food nearing its expiration date.

"Dad...Mom...are you back?" Lin Feng looked up, a mouthful of noodles in his mouth.

Zhang Lan changed her shoes and came over. She glanced into his pot and frowned. "Eating instant noodles again? How many times have I told you, this stuff has no nutritional value?"

"It's been a long time since I've had this. I'll just have a little something today," Lin Feng said, shoveling the last few bites of noodles into his mouth.

Lin Jianguo sat down on the sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, then pressed the lighter twice to light it.

He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, leaned back on the sofa, and frowned.

Lin Feng carried the pot into the kitchen, rinsed it under the tap, and put it back on the stove. When he came out, his father was still sitting on the sofa smoking, flicking ash into an empty can on the coffee table, sighing continuously.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why are you sighing like that?"

Lin Jianguo took another drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the can, and said in a muffled voice, "The current job at the construction site will be finished the day after tomorrow. I haven't found another job yet. The foreman said there are few construction sites and many people, so I might not be able to get a spot."

Zhang Lan came out of the kitchen, carrying an electric kettle. She plugged it in and turned it on.

After hearing Lin Jianguo's words, he didn't stop working: "What's the rush? We can look for something after we finish this job. It's not like it's the first time."

"This time is different." Lin Jianguo rubbed the calluses on his fingers. "Before, there was work to be done in one place and then another in another. Now there is no work anywhere. The construction industry is getting worse year by year. The building opposite our construction site stopped construction last month. They said the developer ran away with the money. A lot of people are making trouble around it."

Zhang Lan put the kettle down, turned around and leaned against the dining table: "So what if we don't have money? Our family isn't relying on you alone. My job at the supermarket doesn't pay much, but it's quite stable. Xiao Feng is also doing part-time work outside, isn't he? As long as there's no major disaster at home, I'm satisfied."

Lin Feng's eyes stiffened slightly when he heard the word "part-time job".

His parents never knew that he was a yoga instructor.

When he first started learning yoga, many people online recommended this profession, especially male yoga instructors, who were in high demand.

The tuition fee was saved up by handing out flyers during the summer after I graduated from high school. Later, the money for the teacher training certificate exam was also saved up by teaching classes for others.

He told his family that he tutored students at a tutoring center for a few dozen yuan an hour, but in reality, he tutored female customers in yoga.

It can be considered... an education-related industry!

He didn't intentionally try to deceive his family.

His father had a prejudice against "yoga".

I was planning to talk about it when the opportunity came up. One time, a yoga program was on TV, and it just so happened that it featured a male yoga instructor.

His father glanced at it and said, "What kind of image does a man have learning this? Twisting and turning like that, he has no masculinity at all."

Lin Feng never mentioned it again after that.

Zhang Lan offered a few more words of comfort. The water boiled, and she took the kettle to fill the thermos. Lin Jianguo took out a cigarette, then thought for a moment and put it back.

Lin Feng looked at his father's back as he sat on the sofa.

The shoulders of the camouflage uniform were worn shiny, and a small patch of hair on the back of his head had turned white.

My dad is only forty-six, but his back is already a bit hunched. Years of carrying cement and steel bars have caused his shoulders to be uneven.

Over the years, the family has been supported by the elderly father.

Lin Feng looked away and clenched his fist.

I absolutely have to get that interview at the private club tomorrow.

No matter what, I have to earn the tuition for next semester and not let my family spend any more money.

He turned around and went back to his room.

Close the door.

I tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep.

……

the next morning.

When the alarm rang, Lin Feng reached for his phone to turn it off, lay down with his eyes closed for half a minute, and then sat up.

I have two classes this morning, both of which are professional courses taught by my counselor, Teacher Zhou.

With the end of the semester approaching, Teacher Zhou has warned that if students are absent from attendance checks in the last few classes, half of their participation grade will be deducted.

Those students who often skipped class have been sitting obediently in the classroom these past few days, none of them wanting to get into trouble at this critical juncture.

After washing up, I changed into a clean T-shirt, put on a gray sweatshirt, and then squatted down to take out the new sneakers from the shoebox.

I stood up and stepped on the ground a couple of times, then looked down and realized I did look much more energetic.

As he was leaving, his mother was heating up the leftovers from yesterday in the kitchen. She called out to him, "Xiaofeng, eat something before you go!"

"It's too late, Mom, I'll eat at school!"

Lin Feng grabbed his bag and ran outside.

The bus was quite crowded. He stood by the back door, holding onto the handrail with one hand and taking out his phone with the other to check the time.

8:20, that should be enough time.

The bus swayed and rattled for two stops before crossing another intersection. Lin Feng was looking down at his phone when suddenly the bus lurched forward, and he was thrown forward a large step by the inertia, almost dropping his phone.

squeak~

A screeching sound of brakes.

Then came a muffled thud as the front of the car collided with the rear of a car that had suddenly changed lanes.

A gasp rippled through the carriage, and an older woman lost her balance and fell to the floor.

The driver cursed loudly, pulled the handbrake, and got out of the car to check the situation.

Lin Feng steadied himself by holding onto the handrail and peered ahead.

The front of the bus was pressed against the rear of the car, and a section of the trunk lid was sticking up.

The two drivers stood in the middle of the road and started arguing.

He glanced at the time.

8:37.

It's definitely too late to wait for the traffic police to handle it.

Lin Feng got off the bus and changed to another one. When he arrived at the school stop, the time on his phone had already jumped to 8:52.

Eight minutes left...

I ran towards the teaching building as soon as I got off the bus.

There weren't many people on campus; most students were already in their classrooms at this time.

As I rushed into the teaching building, I glanced at the time again.

8:55, that's enough time!

Five minutes to go.

Teacher Zhou's class is on the third floor.

I ran upstairs in twos and threes and soon arrived at the third floor. The classroom was at the end of the corridor.

Just as he turned the corner, a figure emerged from the women's restroom and bumped right into him.

Lin Feng was fast, and the other party was also walking quickly.

The moment the two collided, they heard each other let out a short gasp, and then their bodies leaned backward.

Lin Feng instinctively reached out to grab it.

He reached forward with his right hand, trying to brace himself against the wall, but the angle was wrong. When his palm landed, it pressed against a soft spot.

He was thrown forward by inertia, and the two of them fell to the ground together. His right hand was on the other person's chest, and beneath his palm was a full and soft mass. Through the thin T-shirt fabric, he could feel the outline of the lace pattern of the underwear.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Lin Feng looked down at the person he was pinning down.

A fair face, long, thin eyebrows, large eyes with light brown pupils. A straight nose, lips slightly parted in fright, and hair spread out on the ground, a clump of jet black.

The other person was wearing a light blue T-shirt with a small neckline. The hand that was pressing on her chest pulled the neckline a little crooked, revealing the skin below her collarbone, which was snow-white and translucent!

This looks like... Shen Qianqian?

As the most beautiful girl in the business school, everyone on campus knows her. Since enrolling, the number of men pursuing her could stretch from the girls' dormitory to the school gate, but she hasn't paid attention to a single one of them this semester.

At this moment, the other person was pinned down by Lin Feng, his hands pressing down on her high chest, her cheeks turning from white to pink, and the tips of her ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed.

"You... get up!" Shen Qianqian's eyes widened.

Lin Feng quickly pulled his hand back and sprang off her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I...I..."