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

Lin Feng stood to the side, unsure what to do with his hands. He wanted to help her up, but he didn't dare to touch her.

Shen Qianqian propped herself up on the ground and sat up, quickly straightening her disheveled collar with one hand while supporting herself on the ground with the other.

Her hair fell down, obscuring her face, but it couldn't hide the redness spreading up her neck.

Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Lin Feng looked up and saw his counselor, Zhou Mei, who was walking towards him with lesson plans in her hand.

Wearing high heels, black stockings, and a white shirt, her high breasts rose and fell slightly with her movements.

Black-rimmed glasses, paired with a cool and aloof face, give off an impression of unapproachability.

Zhou Mei paused for a moment when she saw Shen Qianqian sitting on the ground and Lin Feng standing beside her.

"Lin Feng? Shen Qianqian! What's going on between you two...?"

When Shen Qianqian saw her counselor coming over, she quickly stood up from the ground, dusted off her pants, and moved very fast.

She tossed her hair back and glanced at Lin Feng. Her gaze was enigmatic, perhaps carrying a hint of shyness?

"Teacher Zhou! I accidentally fell down." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the classroom, her steps a little hurried, the hem of her light blue T-shirt swaying gently with her steps.

Zhou Mei watched Shen Qianqian's retreating figure, then turned to Lin Feng, who was still squatting on the ground, and asked, "What did you do to Shen Qianqian?"

"N-nothing!" Lin Feng stammered.

Zhou Mei's gaze swept over Lin Feng's face, clearly showing disbelief, just as the school bell rang.

Lin Feng hurriedly walked towards the classroom.

Lin Feng hunched over and slipped into the classroom through the back door, finding a seat in the very corner.

I put my backpack on my lap, lowered my head, and tried to minimize my presence. My right palm still felt off; I could feel something lingering there.

He subconsciously rubbed it on his pants again.

I had just settled in when I glanced at the row in front of me.

Shen Qianqian sat on the left front by the window, her back very straight, her hair tied in a low ponytail, revealing a section of her fair nape.

Just as he looked over, Shen Qianqian turned her head and glanced in his direction.

Their eyes met in mid-air, but less than a second later, Shen Qianqian turned her head away.

Lin Feng quickly turned his gaze back to the table in front of him.

It’s over.

She definitely thinks I did it on purpose.

Lin Feng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, circling his fingertips around his temples twice. His mind was a jumbled mess, wondering if he should go find her and apologize after class.

Those "sorry"s in the hallway just now sounded like they were coming from a machine gun; they weren't sincere at all, and anyone would have thought they were just being perfunctory.

What if she really thinks I'm a pervert?

Lin Feng mentally reviewed the image he had cultivated since the start of the semester.

He wasn't particularly high-profile in class, but he was definitely not low-profile either. He had been practicing yoga for over a year, so his physique was naturally more upright than the average boy's. In addition, he habitually paid attention to his posture, making him easily recognizable in a crowd.

Now look what's happened! The classmate Lin Feng, who has such a good temperament, bumped into the school beauty in the corridor and knocked her to the ground, with his hand on her chest.

If this gets out... my image will be completely ruined.

The sound of a PowerPoint presentation opening came from the podium.

Lin Feng looked up and saw Zhou Mei already standing in the center of the podium.

She wore a white shirt today; the fabric was very crisp, and the top two buttons were fastened, with the collar slightly open.

The shirt was tucked into a pair of black suit trousers, the waist of which was tightly fitted, clearly defining the curves of the upper body.

Her chest was full, and the fabric of her shirt was stretched slightly, swaying gently as she put down her lesson plan.

She wore black stockings, her calves extending from under her skirt, and black high heels that made a crisp sound as the heels tapped on the floor of the podium.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses scanned the entire classroom.

The other person has a cold appearance, with prominent cheekbones and thin lips, giving off a sense of unapproachability when not smiling.

"Is everyone here?" Zhou Mei's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the classroom could hear her clearly.

No one dared to speak.

Zhou Mei didn't care. The final exam review outline popped up on the screen. She picked up the laser pointer, and the red dot drew a circle on the first line of the title.

"I've already explained the final exam format last time, but I'll reiterate it today. Multiple choice questions are worth 40 points, short answer questions are worth 30 points, and essay questions are worth 30 points. Multiple choice questions test basic knowledge, short answer questions require clear and logical reasoning, and essay questions…"

She paused for a moment, the laser pointer's light stopping on the words "essay question".

"When I set essay questions, I'll focus on real-world case analysis. If you didn't pay attention in class, don't expect to cram at the last minute. Next, I'll be talking about..."

The sound of turning pages filled the classroom.

Looking at Zhou Mei on the podium, Lin Feng couldn't help but think that this Ms. Zhou was indeed the most well-dressed female teacher in the entire department.

He noticed on the first day of school that Zhou Mei changed her clothes almost every day, and each outfit was of high quality. No matter what style she wore, it looked like it was tailor-made for her.

She is indeed beautiful, but she is also genuinely fierce.

In the second week of school, she caught a boy in her class using his phone during class and confiscated it in front of the whole class, telling him to go to the office to get it after class.

When the boy came back, his face was pale. He said that Zhou Mei had criticized him in the office, made him write a self-criticism, and read it aloud in front of the whole class.

From then on, everyone behaved themselves in Zhou Mei's classes.

Freshmen naturally have a sense of fear towards teachers, let alone counselors. Counselors are responsible for more than just classes; they also oversee student life, discipline, and performance evaluations.

Lin Feng turned his gaze away from Zhou Mei, opened his book, and pretended to take notes on a few lines.

But he simply couldn't concentrate.

The tactile sensation on my palm is still there.

Thinking back, the outline of the lace pattern of the underwear was clearly imprinted in my palm through the thin T-shirt fabric.

And when Shen Qianqian fell to the ground, she stared at him with her brown eyes.

Lin Feng closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath.

What a sin!

The two classes passed quickly.

After Zhou Mei finished explaining the last point, she put the laser pointer on the table, said "get out of class dismissed," and left with her lesson plan.

As soon as the counselor left the classroom, the classroom immediately became lively, with the sounds of chairs being moved, backpacks being zipped up, and people chatting all mixed together.

Lin Feng didn't leave.

He sat in his seat, watching the people in front of him gradually leave. Shen Qianqian remained seated by the window, leisurely packing her things.

Lin Feng zipped up his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and stood up.

Shen Qianqian stood up, slung her backpack over one shoulder, and walked out from the row by the window, looking ahead with a slow and steady pace.

She has always been used to being alone.