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

The streetlights in the neighborhood were on, casting an orange glow on the bushes on both sides of the driveway.

Lin Feng strode out of the community gate, took out his phone to check the time, and then sent a message to Shen Qianqian.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Shen Qianqian replied with a "Okay" followed by a cat nodding emoji.

Shen Qianqian was already standing downstairs in the girls' dormitory. Today she was wearing a white, tight-fitting short-sleeved top with a small V-neck, the fabric of which was stretched taut across her chest.

She wore light blue denim shorts, the hem of which reached just to the middle of her thighs, revealing her long, white legs that shone brightly.

Her thighs were straight and well-proportioned, her calves had smooth lines, and her ankles were so thin that you could see the shape of her knuckles. She wore a pair of white canvas shoes.

The baby face looked even smaller under the streetlights, with big, brown eyes.

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment, then moved away.

Genetics is truly unfair.

"Let's go." Shen Qianqian lifted the canvas bag in her hand.

The two walked side by side toward the study room.

Shen Qianqian walked to his left, her two full breasts swaying slightly with her steps beneath her white tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, the hem of her denim shorts gently patting her thighs.

She had a very faint floral scent, not perfume, but more like the smell of laundry detergent.

The study room is on the third floor of the teaching building.

One of the lights in the corridor was broken, casting alternating light on the floor. Shen Qianqian's steps quickened noticeably in the darker section, and she leaned her shoulder slightly towards Lin Feng.

As she walked through that dark path, her fingers brushed against Lin Feng's hand, very lightly, as if it were an accidental touch.

I found a study room with few people; there were only a few scattered people sitting inside, and the last row was empty.

Lin Feng walked to a spot against the wall and sat down. Shen Qianqian sat next to him, put her canvas bag on the table, and started taking things out of it.

A bag of potato chips, two bottles of yogurt, a box of chocolate chips, a finance textbook, and a pencil case.

Push the potato chips and yogurt in front of Lin Feng.

Eat whatever you want.

Lin Feng picked up the bottle of yogurt, looked at it, it was strawberry flavored, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

Shen Qianqian opened the textbook and underlined key points along the edges of the pages. Her eyelashes drooped, her lips were slightly pursed, and she read through each line very carefully.

The neckline of her white tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt opened slightly as she lowered her head, revealing a glimpse of cleavage from the edge of the V-neck, but the other person was completely unaware.

Lin Feng turned his attention back to his textbook.

The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and the scratching of pens on paper.

A couple was sitting by the window in front of me. The girl had her head resting on the boy's shoulder, and the two of them were reading a book together.

A couple was sitting diagonally across from us. The boy was sleeping on the table, while the girl was reading a book next to him, occasionally reaching out to ruffle his hair.

Shen Qianqian read for a while, then glanced at Lin Feng. He was writing something in his notebook with his head down, a small section of his collarbone showing through the collar of his misty blue short-sleeved shirt, and his jawline looked very clean from the side.

There was a small, faint pink patch on the left cheekbone, barely noticeable unless you looked closely. My gaze lingered on that pink patch for a moment.

What happened to your face?

Lin Feng paused for a moment. "It's nothing, I just bumped into something."

Shen Qianqian didn't ask any more questions. She opened the box of chocolate chips, took one out, and placed it next to his notebook.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at her. She was looking down at a book, her baby face quiet and still, but the tips of her ears were slightly red.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened.

The fluorescent lights in the study room emitted a soft hum. Lin Feng turned to the next chapter in his textbook, and Shen Qianqian's elbow bumped against his elbow on the table.

Neither of them flinched; their elbows were cool and pressed against his warm forearms.

The gap in the middle grew narrower and narrower. Her skin was cool, pressed against his warm forearm, and neither of them moved away.

About half an hour later, the couple in front of us started packing up. The girl stuffed her textbooks into her bag, the boy stood up and stretched, and the two walked out of the study room one after the other.

Not long after, the couple diagonally opposite also left. The boy woke up and rubbed his eyes, while the girl tugged at his sleeve with a smile. The door closed softly behind them.

Only Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian remained in the study room.

The humming of the fluorescent light tubes suddenly became very noticeable. Shen Qianqian turned a page in her book, drew a line on the edge of the page with her pen, then drew another line, and then she put the pen down.

"Raymond Lam, how many people are in your family?"

"A family of three. My dad works on a construction site, and my mom works as a stock clerk in a supermarket."

Shen Qianqian's finger lightly traced the name on the edge of the textbook. "What are your plans for summer vacation?"

"Go to tutoring classes. Earn enough for next semester's tuition." Lin Feng turned to the next page of his notebook. "To ease some of the financial burden on my family."

Shen Qianqian looked at his profile.

The jawline is clean, running from the earlobe to the chin, and the eyelashes cast a small shadow under the fluorescent light.

She had seen too many boys brag to her about how rich their families were, where they were going to go for summer vacation, and what kind of car they drove.

Raymond Lam was the first person to tell her about "earning tuition fees".

"What about you? Where are you going for summer vacation?" Lin Feng turned his head to look at her.

"My mom is too busy. Last year I went to the north by myself and visited three cities. I was thinking of going abroad this year, but—" She paused, her doll-like face shifting slightly, "I'll see this year."

Her fingers traced a circle around the edge of the textbook, then another. The neckline of her white, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt was slightly open because of her bowed head, and the shallow cleavage below her collarbone was faintly visible under the fluorescent light.

"May I invite you to my house sometime?"

Lin Feng looked at her; the tips of her ears were red. Starting from her earlobes, the redness slowly spread upwards, all the way to the edge of her earlobes.

"Wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

"What's inconvenient about it?" Shen Qianqian's voice was a little faster than before. "Aren't we good friends?"

She emphasized the words "good friend" a little, as if she was deliberately trying to stress something, or as if she was trying to convince herself.

After she finished speaking, her ears turned even redder.

"Okay. I'll contact you later."

Shen Qianqian's lips curved into a smile, and her eyes followed suit. She turned to the next page of the textbook, but her pen remained motionless on the page. After a few seconds, she turned her head to the side.

What kind of movies do you like to watch? Comedies or action movies?

"More comedies."

"Really?" Shen Qianqian turned towards him. "I like comedies too. Have you seen any of Stephen Chow's movies? Or the 'Detective Chinatown' series?"

"I've seen them all. I haven't seen 'Detective Chinatown 3' yet."

Shen Qianqian blurted out, "Detective Chinatown 3 is still showing this Friday, do you want to go see it together?" As she finished speaking, her lips were still slightly parted, her eyelashes trembled, and her fingers clenched tightly on the edge of the textbook.

I wanted to take back what I said, but it was too late. When a man and woman go to the movies together, it's usually—

"Sure. I'll treat you then."

Shen Qianqian's fingers slowly loosened their grip on the edge of the textbook. She lowered her head to look at the words on the page, but couldn't concentrate on a single word. The smile on her lips just wouldn't go away.

"It's settled then, the day after tomorrow afternoon."

After saying that, Shen Qianqian picked up her phone and glanced at the time. "It's almost ten o'clock. Let's go."