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

Lin Feng stood up and walked behind her, supporting her right hip with his right hand and pushing her forward, while using his left hand to pull her left shoulder back.

The chest rotates upwards, towards the ceiling. This rotation stretches the fibrous ligaments even wider.

"Hold for three breaths."

Three breaths have passed.

Ye Qinghan pulled herself out of the side-angle stretch pose, her breathing a little more rapid than before, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The next pose is the bridge pose.

Ye Qinghan lay on her back with her knees bent and feet flat on the ground. As she inhaled, she pushed her hips up. She pushed herself up in the bridge pose very high, almost forming a straight line from her knees to her shoulders. Lin Feng squatted down next to her, supporting her hips with both hands and lifting her up.

"A little higher. Move your chest towards your chin."

Ye Qinghan pushed her buttocks up a little more. Her gluteal muscles, encased in light gray yoga pants, were taut to their limit.

Lin Feng's fingers rested firmly on her hip bone, his palms pressed against the bone, his fingertips pointing outwards.

The bridge pose is followed by the fish pose.

Ye Qinghan began by leaning back from a sitting position, supporting herself on her elbows, pushing her chest upwards, and gently touching the ground with the top of her head.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted from her chest to her chin and throat. He stood beside her, supporting her thoracic spine with his palm and pushing upwards. "Push your chest up a little more when you inhale."

Ye Qinghan took a deep breath. His chest expanded further. His throat fully opened, and his neck stretched into a long, flat arc.

"Teacher Lin." Her voice came from above.

"Um?"

Do you think there's any hope for my breasts?

Lin Feng's hand paused on her thoracic spine. "Aunt Ye, what do you mean?"

"It's too big. I want it to be smaller." Ye Qinghan's tone was flat, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. "I thought it looked pretty good when I was young, but now that I'm older, it feels more and more cumbersome. It doesn't look good on clothes, it feels heavy when I walk, and I get heat rash all over my chest in the summer. I've been practicing yoga for two years, and it's made me a little more upright, but the size hasn't changed at all."

"Aunt Ye, the size of the breasts is mainly determined by mammary gland tissue and adipose tissue. Yoga can strengthen the pectoralis major muscle, making the breasts firmer and improving their shape, but it cannot directly reduce the cup size."

Ye Qinghan slowly lowered herself from the fish pose and lay supine on the mat. She looked down at her chest and sighed.

"Are there any poses that could at least make it look smaller?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment. "Slouching and hunching over will make your chest look more saggy and larger. Conversely, if you pull your shoulder blades together, open your chest, and pull your shoulders back, your chest will be lifted up as a whole, making it look more upright and less large."

Ye Qinghan sat up from the cushion. "Then teach me a few."

Lin Feng led her through the cobra pose, bow pose, and camel pose. For each backbend, he stood beside her, placing his palm on her thoracic spine and pushing upwards, while using his other hand to pull her shoulder blades together.

Ye Qinghan's chest opened little by little under the guidance of his palm. Her collarbone fully relaxed, her neck became long, and her shoulders slumped back and down.

After completing a set of backbends, Ye Qinghan stood in front of the mirror and turned to look at herself.

Ye Qinghan turned around to look at him. She was half a head shorter than him, so she had to tilt her head slightly to see his eyes.

"Xiaolin, thank you for today. I'll schedule another lesson with you next time."

After saying that, she walked towards the changing room, paused in front of the frosted glass door, and turned aside. "By the way, you and Qianqian—" She paused, a slight smile curving her lips, "Never mind. I don't care about your young people's affairs."

The frosted glass door was closed.

Lin Feng stood next to the mat, took off his white yoga clothes and threw them into the recycling bin. He changed into his own T-shirt and pants, and wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel.

When Ye Qinghan came out of the dressing room, she had changed back into the dark green dress. She walked to the coffee table and picked up her bag. "Xiao Lin, Auntie is leaving now. Be careful on your way home."

After speaking, she walked towards the door, her hips swaying gently from side to side with each step, clad in a dark green dress. When she reached the door, she turned back and smiled at him before pushing the door open and leaving.

Lin Feng stood in the yoga room for a while, then pushed open the door and went out. The corridor was quiet. When he reached the front desk, Xiao Wei looked up, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment.

"How is it?"

"Sister Ye said she'll schedule another class with me next time."

Xiao Wei's eyes widened a little.

Then she laughed and patted his arm. "You know, Sister Ye has been training here for two years and never lets any male coach teach her. Sister Wang has been teaching her for two years and has never praised her once. And you mastered it in just one lesson."

Lin Feng scratched the back of his head.

"Manager Luo wants you to go to her office." Xiao Wei gestured towards the end of the corridor.

Lin Feng walked to Luo Ruoxi's office door and knocked twice.

"Come in.

Holding a document in her hand, she looked up at him.

"When Sister Ye left just now, she said something to me." She put the file on the table. "She said—'This kid is good. From now on, all her classes will be scheduled for you.'"

Luo Ruoxi tapped her fingers lightly twice on the document. "Ye Qinghan is one of our highest-spending members. She's booked yoga room number two all by herself; her annual membership fee is enough for a regular member to attend for three years. She said she'll be scheduling all your classes for her from now on, which means she considers you her confidante."

Luo Ruoxi pushed the documents over. "Formal employment contract. The fee is 500 yuan per class, and the club takes 20%. You can have a maximum of four classes per week. Take a look, if there are no problems, sign it. You can get an advance on the previous fees, or add them to this month's salary."

Lin Feng picked up the pen and signed his name on the last page. The pen tip grazed the paper, making a soft scratching sound.

Luo Ruoxi took the contract back, stamped it with the company seal, and took out an access card from the drawer, pushing it towards them. "This is for full-time employees. You don't need to register with the security guard anymore."

Lin Feng took the card. The card was dark gray with the logo of Club No. 3 printed on it.

"Thank you, Manager Luo."

"No need to thank me, you earned it all yourself." Luo Ruoxi leaned back in her chair. "The fact that you were able to secure all these members shows that you've really put in the effort. The club is only responsible for introducing clients; whether you can actually close the deal depends on your own abilities. To be honest, I've never seen a coach who could achieve this much during their probationary period."

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and that ambiguous smile reappeared at the corner of his mouth. "Keep up the good work. The more members we have, the higher the hourly rate will be."

Lin Feng came out of the office, clutching the dark gray access card in his hand.

When they reached the front desk, Xiaowei saw the card in his hand and gave him a thumbs up.