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

Lin Feng sat down again and scooped up the crispy rice crust from his claypot rice and stirred it.

The two of them ate facing each other, the wind blowing through the alley rustling the locust tree leaves.

Shen Qianqian ate more than half of it but couldn't eat anymore. There was still a little bit of rice and a few slices of meat left in the casserole.

She placed her chopsticks on the rim of the casserole and wiped her mouth with a tissue. Her lips were a little swollen and red from the spiciness, and she took a soft breath as she wiped them with the tissue.

"I'll go pay," she said, standing up.

"No need, I just paid."

Shen Qianqian stood by the table, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze. "When did you pay?"

"When you were eating the green peppers just now."

Shen Qianqian walked into the shop, where the proprietress was tidying up the stove. Seeing her come in, she wiped her hands and smiled, saying, "Your boyfriend has already paid."

Shen Qianqian's lips moved slightly. "He's not—"

The proprietress had already turned to fetch the casserole dishes from another table, and before leaving, she winked at her. The meaning in that look was clear—no explanation was needed, the auntie understood.

Shen Qianqian stood in front of the cashier, her mouth open, then closed again. The pink tinge at the base of her ears spread from her earlobes to her earlobes.

He turned and walked out of the store, then stood opposite Lin Feng for a moment.

"Let's go," she said.

The two walked out of the alley. The shadows of the locust trees swayed on the ground, and the cicadas chirped intermittently.

Shen Qianqian walked to Lin Feng's right, her skirt swaying gently with her steps, her white mid-calf socks making her legs move back and forth in the light and shadow.

They walked about halfway down the alley without saying a word.

"Raymond Lam".

"Um."

"Could you come with me to my dorm later?"

Lin Feng paused for a moment. "Boys aren't allowed in the girls' dormitory."

Shen Qianqian chuckled.

It wasn't a polite smile; she genuinely laughed. Her lips curved upwards, and her eyes followed suit, curving into crescents. The calm expression on her baby face shattered instantly. "I know. Just wait for me downstairs. There's something I need for you."

"What is it?"

You'll know when you get there.

"Need not--"

Shen Qianqian stopped.

She turned around to face him, her hands behind her back, the hem of her skirt rising and falling gently with the turn.

She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes wide open, her baby face naturally possessing something irresistible.

She just stared at him, without saying a word, her eyes unblinking.

Lin Feng shifted his gaze from her face to the locust tree trunk beside him. "Then...then I'll go."

A triumphant smile appeared on Shen Qianqian's lips. She turned around and continued walking forward, her steps a little lighter than before.

The frequency of her steps increased as her white mid-calf socks, encased in stockings, moved faster, and the hem of her skirt swayed up and down above her knees.

After entering the campus, the number of people on both sides of the sycamore-lined path increased. Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian walked side by side, about an arm's length apart. But they were still seen.

First, two girls carrying textbooks walked over from the opposite side. One of them paused for a moment on Shen Qianqian, then on Lin Feng, and then nudged her companion with her elbow.

Then three boys rode past from behind on shared bikes. The last boy looked back and the front of the bike swerved and almost hit the curb.

Shen Qianqian seemed completely oblivious to these gazes. Her walking rhythm remained unchanged, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her skirt swaying as usual.

Lin Feng seemed a little uncomfortable, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the roof of the library in front of him.

There is a small square downstairs from the girls' dormitory building, directly opposite the dormitory entrance. Inside the dormitory manager's office, an auntie in a blue uniform is sitting and playing on her phone.

Several girls came out carrying bath baskets. One of them waved to Shen Qianqian when she saw her, and then stopped waving when she saw Lin Feng next to her.

Shen Qianqian smiled but didn't say anything, and walked into the dormitory building.

Lin Feng stood by the flower bed in the small square, his hands still in his pockets.

After waiting for a few minutes, a figure wearing a navy blue JK skirt walked out of the dormitory building. Shen Qianqian was carrying a light gray paper bag with a men's clothing brand logo printed on it.

He walked up to Lin Feng and handed him the paper bag.

"for you."

Lin Feng took the paper bag. It wasn't heavy. Inside were two neatly folded short-sleeved T-shirts, one misty blue and the other light gray.

I took out the misty blue one and looked at it. The ribbed neckline was very dense, and the fabric felt soft to the touch.

"Your clothes got dirty when you helped me chase those three people away last time." Shen Qianqian put her hands behind her back and lightly tapped the ground with her toes. "Consider this a thank you. Try it on when you get back; you can exchange it if it doesn't fit."

Lin Feng's hand, holding the paper bag, hung limply at his sides. "You don't need to—"

"This is a token of my appreciation," Shen Qianqian interrupted him, looking up into his eyes. "You can't refuse."

There were noticeably more people coming in and out of the dormitory building than before. Several girls walked out of the main gate, their eyes falling on Shen Qianqian and Lin Feng.

A girl with pigtails was holding a phone with the screen still lit up, the camera subtly pointing this way.

Lin Feng looked down at the paper bag in his hand, then looked up at Shen Qianqian. "Well... thank you."

Shen Qianqian's lips curved slightly. "Go back and try it on. Let me know if it doesn't fit. The receipt is in the bag." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the dormitory building entrance.

Her calves, encased in white mid-calf socks, stepped up the stairs. As she entered the gate, the dormitory supervisor's gaze followed her back as she turned into the hallway before returning to her room.

Behind that window on the third floor.

The girl with her hair in a bun opened the curtains a crack and watched as the boy carrying a paper bag turned and walked away along the sycamore-lined path.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Qianqian, who had just entered the dormitory.

"Shen Qianqian! Who is that man?"

Shen Qianqian took off her bow tie and placed it on the table. "Classmate."

"You bought him clothes, classmate?" The girl with the bun jumped down from behind the curtains. "Do you know how many people saw us downstairs just now?"

Shen Qianqian unzipped the JK skirt, letting it slide down from her waist and bunch up at her ankles. She bent down, picked it up, folded it neatly, and put it in the closet. "So what if you saw it?"

The girl with the bun hair looked on with her mouth agape as she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, revealing a white bra underneath that supported two rather large mounds.

I folded the shirt and hung it in the closet, took a large T-shirt from the hanger and put it on, then buried my face in the pillow.

The pillow is cold.

But her cheeks were burning.