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

Raymond Lam arrived home just after seven o'clock.

I took out my keys and opened the door. No one was inside; my parents had already left. I went into my room, took off my light blue patterned shirt, folded it, and placed it on the bedside table.

I took a clean gray T-shirt from the closet, put it on, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot water poured over his head as he stood in the stream with his eyes closed. The last look Zhou Mei gave him was stuck in his mind.

It's like looking at a stranger?

After showering, he dried his hair and changed into a clean pair of sweatpants. There were some steamed buns and pickled vegetables his mother had left in the refrigerator. He took a steamed bun, ate a couple of bites, and then put it down.

I have class in the morning, so I need to hurry.

I put on my new sneakers, pushed open the door, and arrived at Forest Peninsula Station at 7:55.

I swiped my card to enter Club No. 3 and took the elevator to the third floor. Xiao Wei hadn't arrived yet; the reception desk was empty, with a potted green ivy on the counter.

I first went into Yoga Room 3 and took a white yoga outfit from the changing room to change into.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

He Qianwen walked in, already changed into her yoga clothes. Today she was wearing a light purple outfit, the neckline of which, like last time, was stretched taut, and even seemed a bit more revealing than before.

The other person smiled at Lin Feng as they walked in.

"Good morning, Teacher Lin."

Lin Feng stood in front of the mat, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. "Good morning, Sister He. Let's start with shoulder joint exercises today."

He Qianwen walked to the center of the mat and stood facing the mirror. Her gaze fell on Lin Feng's face in the mirror and paused for a moment.

Then he tilted his head.

"Teacher Lin, did you not sleep well last night?"

Lin Feng ran his fingers along the seam of his pants. "A little bit. It's okay! Sister He, hold your arms out to the sides, let's begin."

Lin Feng stood in front of the mat, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, pushing the events of last night out of his mind.

He Qianwen walked to the center of the mat and stood facing the mirror. Her light purple yoga clothes clung to her body.

"Sister He, let's start with Mountain Pose. Stand with your feet together, toes spread and firmly planted, and tighten your inner thighs." Lin Feng stood to her side to demonstrate.

He Qianwen did as instructed.

However, her inner thighs were not tightened, her pelvis tilted slightly forward, and her waist slumped in an arc.

This made her chest protrude even more. Lin Feng walked over and touched the outside of her calf and then the inside of her thigh with his fingers to help her adjust.

After making the adjustment, take half a step back.

"Hold this position for five breaths."

Within five breaths, He Qianwen's body swayed slightly. It wasn't the kind of swaying where she lost her balance; rather, her center of gravity deliberately shifted a little towards him.

Shoulder brushed against Lin Feng's shoulder, the warmth of the shoulder transmitted through the two layers of yoga clothing. Lin Feng shifted half an inch to the side.

He Qianwen's lips curved slightly.

The next movement is a forward bend.

When He Qianwen bent over, her back arched. Lin Feng squatted down to her side, put his hand on her back, and pushed upwards from her sacrum with the heel of his palm.

Just as the push reached the lower edge of the thoracic spine, He Qianwen's body rolled upwards. Her chest pushed forward with the rolling motion, bumping into Lin Feng's wrist.

"Sister He, when you roll it up, tuck your tailbone in first." The voice was steady.

He Qianwen slowly rolled it up.

As her thoracic spine passed in front of Lin Feng, it created a small movement of air, mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume.

After standing up completely, he looked down at Lin Feng, who was squatting on the ground, and slowly straightened his collar.

The next pose is Warrior II.

He Qianwen spread her legs apart, turned her right foot outward 90 degrees, and bent her right knee. Her right knee turned inward, and her pelvis tilted to the right.

Lin Feng walked to her right side and squatted down. He placed one hand on the outside of her right knee and pushed it outward, while using the other hand to support her right hip bone and straighten her misaligned pelvis.

After adjusting, He Qianwen's right thigh began to tremble. Biting her lip, she sank down a little, and her center of gravity suddenly shifted to the right.

Lin Feng quickly reached out and supported her shoulder, pressing her entire body against his.

"Teacher Lin, I'm sorry, I lost my balance." She moved slowly as she got off him, her chest dragging a short distance on his arm before they were completely separated.

Raymond Lam's arm muscles tensed for a moment. "It's okay. Align your right knee with your second toe and try again."

He Qianwen readjusted her posture.

Lin Feng noticed that her movements today were much worse than last time. Last time, when she did Warrior II, although her right knee also buckled inward, her core stability was there, and she was able to maintain it after one adjustment.

Today her core was completely relaxed, and her pelvis kept wobbling, as if she was deliberately not tightening it. In Downward-Facing Dog, her back was arched badly, her knees were bent, and her heels were still quite a distance off the ground.

Last time I did Downward-Facing Dog, my back was almost flat.

Lin Feng stood behind her, supporting her pelvis with both hands and lifting her upwards. He Qianwen's ischial tuberosities were pushed towards the ceiling, but her back was still arched.

A hand pushed up her spine from her sacrum, and just as it reached the middle of her shoulder blades, He Qianwen's knees suddenly hit the ground.

"Sister He, you don't need to put your knees on the ground when doing Downward-Facing Dog."

"Oh, I thought we were about to land." She looked up at him from between her arms, the corners of her mouth curving into a wide smile.

Lin Feng took a deep breath. "One more time. Push your hands into the ground and push your hips up."

He Qianwen pushed herself back into downward-facing dog pose.

This time, she straightened her back, but took a half step forward with her feet, shortening the distance between her hands and feet, making the whole posture very cramped.

Lin Feng didn't correct her anymore, but simply made her hold the position for five breaths.

In the following poses—the locust pose, the bow pose, and the bridge pose—He Qianwen needed his hands to adjust each movement. Every time his hand touched her body, she would move a little closer to him.

It wasn't the kind of lean that makes you feel unsteady; it was very light, little by little, as if testing his bottom line.

During the final bridge pose, He Qianwen pushed her hips up and brought her chest towards her chin.

Lin Feng placed his hands on either side of her hips and lifted her up. Her buttocks were taut in his hands, and the gluteal muscles wrapped in her dark purple yoga pants twitched slightly.

As she held the position for the third breath, her hips suddenly sank down a little, and Lin Feng's fingers slid down from her hip bone to her waist.

His fingertips touched the lower edge of her ribs, and He Qianwen's breathing noticeably quickened. She slowly lowered herself from the bridge pose and lay on the mat, her chest heaving violently.

During the deep relaxation pose, He Qianwen lay on the mat with her legs apart and her palms facing up.

After her breathing gradually calmed down, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Lin Feng sitting on the edge of the cushion.

"Teacher Lin."

"Um."

"I feel you're a really good teacher."

Lin Feng waited for her to continue.

He Qianwen sat up from the mat, picked up the mineral water bottle next to her, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

He tilted his head back and his throat bobbed as he drank water. "Could I treat you to a meal?"

"Thank you, Sister He. But I'm still in university, so it might not be convenient for me in terms of time."

He Qianwen's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered something new. "You're still in school? What year are you in?"

"Freshman year".

"Freshman." She repeated the two words, the curve of her lips turning into a distinct arc. "So you're only—" She didn't say the number, her gaze lingering on Lin Feng's face, from his brow bone to his jawline.

"No wonder." After saying those two words, she stood up, put the water bottle next to the mat, walked to the wall, picked up a towel, and wiped her neck.

After wiping, I folded the towel and put it in my bag. When I got to the door, I paused and turned to the side.

"Teacher Lin, my sister will come to see you again next time!"

The door closed.

Lin Feng sat on the mat for a while, then stood up and went into the changing room to take off his white yoga clothes.

After changing into his own T-shirt and pants, he pressed the edge of the band-aid, pushed the door open, and went out.

The corridor was quiet.

Lin Feng walked to the front desk, where Xiao Wei was looking down at her computer. She looked up when she heard footsteps. "Finished? Manager Luo wants you to go to her office."

"Sister Wei, what does Manager Luo want with me?"

Xiao Wei shook her head. "She didn't say. But the feedback from members during your trial period has been quite good, so it shouldn't be a bad thing."

There are no classes scheduled for this afternoon, so you can go back after you've finished.

Lin Feng said "okay" and turned to walk towards the end of the corridor. Luo Ruoxi's office door was closed, so he raised his hand and knocked twice.

A familiar, slightly hoarse voice came from inside—"Come in."