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

Lin Feng's finger did not move upwards any further.

The skin on her waist was warm and soft in his palm, rising and falling slightly with her breath. Su Mengya slowly loosened her fingers from his wrist.

He pulled his hand out from under her short-sleeved shirt and placed it on her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. Su Mengya rested her head on his shoulder, her soft hair gently brushing against his neck.

The TV series ended, and the ending theme song began to play softly. Su Mengya lifted her head from his shoulder. "You should go back. My mother will be back soon."

Lin Feng got up from the bed.

When I turned around at the bedroom door, Su Mengya was still sitting on the bed, holding the remote control in her hand, the soft light from the TV screen reflecting on her face.

She moved her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, then put down the remote control, stood up, and walked in front of him.

She tiptoed and gently touched the corner of his mouth with her soft lips.

Goodnight, you little rascal.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and went back to his own home.

His mother was already home, sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating grapes. Hearing the door open, she turned and glanced at him. "Have you eaten?"

"I ate crab at Mengya's house." Zhang Xiulan said "Oh" and popped a grape into her mouth.

Lin Feng went into his room and closed the door.

Lying in bed, I picked up my phone and saw a WeChat message from Su Mengya: a cat covering its head that had been hit.

He replied with a scratching head emoji.

Su Mengya rolled her eyes again.

He sent a laughing emoji.

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At seven o'clock on Monday morning, when the alarm clock rang, Raymond Lam reached for his phone and turned it off.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a while, then sat up. There was a PE class this morning, the end-of-semester PE class, and fewer and fewer people are going. Last week, the PE teacher himself didn't come; he just had the teaching assistant lead us through two laps before dismissing us.

I sent Xiaowei a message saying I could arrive early in the morning. Xiaowei replied with "OK".

After washing up and changing into a clean T-shirt and sweatpants, I went out the door. It was just past eight o'clock when the subway arrived at Forest Peninsula Station.

Swipe your card to enter the clubhouse, then take the elevator to the third floor.

Xiao Wei was standing behind the front desk organizing the appointment forms when she looked up and saw him. She picked up a folder from the counter and handed it to him.

"Today's member is Yang Ru. It was originally Sister Wang's class, but she had to take leave due to something, so Manager Luo asked you to cover for her." She opened the folder and pointed to a page with her finger. "This person has a bad temper. A teaching assistant was once made to cry by her. Be careful during class. Just listen to what she says and don't argue with her."

Lin Feng took the folder.

Yang Ru, 34 years old, is the founder of a media company.

Yoga basics: Three years of practice.

The personality notes read: Bad temper, high expectations, easily irritable! A smaller line followed: Each class focuses on only two areas: gluteal shaping and chest and shoulder stretching.

Lin Feng closed the folder and handed it back to Xiao Wei. "Okay, thank you, Sister Wei."

I went into Yoga Room 3 and took out my white yoga clothes from the changing room to change into.

I did a set of warm-up exercises on the mat, rotating my shoulders and stretching my legs. The band-aid on the back of my hand had peeled off a corner, so after tearing it off and seeing that the wound was mostly healed, I threw the band-aid directly into the trash can.

Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Xiao Wei stepped aside, and Yang Ru walked in.

The other person hadn't changed into their yoga clothes yet. They were wearing a loose white shirt, the hem casually tucked into a pair of khaki cropped trousers.

She wore a pair of nude-colored pointed-toe flats. Her face was a classic oval shape, with slightly prominent cheekbones and a pointed chin.

Her lips were thin, painted with a nude lipstick, and the corners of her mouth naturally turned down, giving her an unhappy look when she wasn't smiling.

Standing at the door, he glanced at Lin Feng and then frowned.

"Why is it a man?" She turned to Xiaowei, her voice low but sharp, "How are we supposed to train like this?"

Xiao Wei quickly stepped forward. "Sister Yang, Teacher Wang has had to take leave due to unforeseen circumstances. This is Teacher Lin, our new yoga instructor, and she's extremely skilled—"

"I asked how male teachers train," Yang Ru interrupted her, her thin lips pressed into a thin line. "Didn't your club only have female teachers before?"

"Teacher Lin is a new teacher on probation. Sister He and Sister Du have both taken his classes and gave very positive feedback. Sister Yang, why don't you try one class first? If you're not satisfied, this class won't count as your teaching time."

Yang Ru's gaze returned to Lin Feng, her brows still furrowed, but the downward curve of her lips twitched slightly.

"Okay." She turned and walked towards the changing room, then stopped after a couple of steps. "Try one lesson. If it doesn't work, return the class to me."

The locker room door was closed.

About five or six minutes later, the locker room door opened. When Yang Ru came out, Lin Feng was doing his last spinal curl warm-up on the mat. He looked up, his gaze fell on her, and then his hand paused on the mat.

She changed into a dark gray long-sleeved yoga outfit. The fabric was soft against her skin and hugged her body perfectly, with the neckline falling just at her collarbone. She was slender, with clean and smooth lines on her shoulders and back, and her waist and abdomen were exceptionally taut, outlining a smooth and slender waistline from her ribs to her hips.

The matching three-quarter length yoga pants hugged her leg lines, making her legs appear shapely and long. As she turned to walk towards the wall to get a bottle of mineral water, Lin Feng could see that her buttocks were well-shaped—the waistline naturally transitioned into a full, rounded curve, tapering cleanly at the top of her thighs. From the side, it was a relaxed, semi-circular outline, the peach-shaped buttocks that could only be achieved through long-term, targeted training. The gluteus maximus and gluteus medius muscles were proportionally balanced, without any artificial stiffness. When she bent over to get the water, her gluteal muscles naturally tightened, making the lines appear even more firm and powerful.

Lin Feng subtly shifted his gaze away from her hip line.

Yang Ru straightened up, unscrewed the cap of her water bottle, took a sip, and turned around. "Let's begin."

Lin Feng stood in front of the mat. "Sister Yang, which body parts do you usually target in your practice?"

"Hip. And chest and shoulder stretches." Yang Ru placed the water bottle next to the mat, walked to the center of the mat, and stood facing the mirror. "I've been practicing yoga for three years, and I can train the other parts of my body on my own. You just need to guide me through the poses for my hips and chest and shoulders."

"Understood. Let's start by activating the hips." Lin Feng knelt on the mat, hands on the ground. "Cat-cow pose, focus on feeling the movement of the tailbone and ischial tuberosities. When you inhale and arch your back, lift your tailbone upwards; when you exhale and arch your back, curl your tailbone inwards."

Yang Ru did as instructed.

Her cat-cow pose was perfect, with her spine rolling in an orderly fashion. When she inhaled and arched her back, her tailbone stretched upwards, and her hips extended backwards and upwards. The muscles taut under the fabric, showing clear lines of exertion. When she exhaled and arched her back, her tailbone tucked in, and her hips sank down, the curves changing from relaxed to firm, and the feeling of exertion was very accurate.

Lin Feng squatted down to her side.

He placed his palm on her sacrum, with the heel of his palm against her tailbone. "As you exhale, tuck your tailbone in a little more. Imagine someone pulling your tailbone towards your navel."

Yang Ru exhaled, her tailbone tucked in more tightly, and her gluteal muscles contracted further, making the lines of her exertion even clearer.

"Yes, that's it. Five more times."

After completing five sets of the cat-cow pose, Yang Ru's gluteal muscles were noticeably activated.

Transition from Cat-Cow Pose to Downward-Facing Dog Pose by stepping your legs back one at a time, pushing your hands into the ground, and lifting your hips up.

In Downward-Facing Dog, her back is straight and relaxed, with a smooth diagonal line running from her wrists to her sit bones. Her hips are firmly planted at the highest point of the pose, with the gluteal peak positioned precisely between her waistline and the base of her thighs, creating a pleasing and balanced proportion. The results of long-term training are clearly visible.