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

After finishing his meal, Lin Feng returned to his office, pulled down the blinds, lay down on the fabric sofa, and set an alarm for half an hour.

The sofa was much softer than the yoga mat, and he put his arm over his eyes and fell asleep within minutes.

He sat up when the alarm rang, the sofa imprint on his back etched onto his arm.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and changed into clean white yoga clothes. I straightened my collar in front of the mirror and brushed my teeth again.

They serve high-end customers, so they can't have the smell of food on them.

Thinking that the afternoon classes should be over by 3 p.m., I sent a message to Shen Qianqian, telling her I would tell her after class.

When I returned to Yoga Room 3, I paused for a moment as I opened the door.

Yang Ru had arrived. She stood in the center of the mat, facing the mirror, doing shoulder and neck exercises.

Today I'm wearing a dark green yoga outfit: a short-sleeved round-neck top and tight-fitting capri pants.

The fabric hugs the body, highlighting the excellent waist-to-hip ratio. The lines from the waist to the hips are smooth and neat, and the buttocks, shaped by long-term training, are full and firm, with clear muscle contours visible in the mirror.

Hearing the door open, he turned around and even had a slight smile on his face.

It wasn't just a polite nod and smile; the corners of her mouth genuinely curved upwards, and even the lines around her eyes softened.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Lin."

"Sister Yang, you're here so early."

"I had nothing to do at home, so I came over early."

Lin Feng stood on the mat next to her. "Still focusing on the buttocks today?"

Yang Ru nodded.

The warm-up started with the cat-cow pose, and her pelvic tilt was much greater than before.

Lin Feng noticed that when she did Downward-Facing Dog, her back was almost flat, with a clean straight line drawn from her wrists to her sit bones.

Warrior II, Side Angle Pose, Triangle Pose, Bridge Pose – each pose was executed perfectly.

The gluteus maximus contracts and expands in an orderly manner as the posture changes, with a clear sense of force exertion and firm, clean muscle lines.

Lin Feng led her through two sets of glute-specific exercises.

During the locust pose, he squatted down beside her legs, his palms lightly resting on her glutes without actually pressing down. "Inhale and use your glutes to push your legs up. Sister Yang, your glutes are much stronger than last time. Have you been practicing at home?"

"Okay. Do three sets of bridge poses every night before bed." Yang Ru's voice came from the mat.

"No wonder. The feeling of engaging my gluteus maximus is more focused than last time."

During the break between classes, Yang Ru sat on a mat and drank water. She put down her sports water bottle and twirled her finger around the lid.

"Teacher Lin, could you do another deep activation session later?" Her voice was a little lower than usual, her gaze fixed on her knees. "The pressure could be... a little stronger than last time."

Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed. "Sister Yang, are you sure? The soreness will be stronger if you apply too much pressure."

Yang Ru looked up at him.

Her ears turned red, the color spreading from her earlobes to the edges of her earlobes. But her eyes no longer held the hesitant, evasive look of before; instead, they held a direct, resolute determination. "I'm sure."

After resting, she did another set of backbends, followed by a deep relaxation pose. Yang Ru lay on the mat, the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen gradually becoming steady and deep. She held the deep relaxation pose for five minutes.

"Sister Yang, you can slowly wake up now."

Yang Ru slowly sat up, turning to her side. Instead of standing up, she rolled over and lay face down on the towel, her arms crossed under her chin.

Her firm hips formed a smooth curve under the dark green fabric; her chin was buried in her arms, and her ears were bright red.

Lin Feng knelt down beside her, located the myofascial points, and then landed steadily.

The moment it made contact with the muscle group, it produced a deep, muffled sound that was particularly clear in the quiet yoga room.

The gluteus maximus under the fabric shuddered violently after being stimulated, and the muscle fibers contracted and twitched rapidly.

Yang Ru groaned softly, burying her chin even deeper into her arms.

"Is this force okay?"

"Mmm." The voice came from under his arm, a little sore and hoarse.

Lin Feng lifted up again, precisely striking the point of force along the muscle lines.

The force was significantly greater than last time, stimulating deep muscle groups with each strike. Beneath the dark green fabric, the gluteus maximus contracted and rebounded with each stroke, its contours becoming increasingly defined as the force was applied.

Yang Ru's breathing became heavier and heavier, her body tensed up to endure the soreness, and her gluteal muscles would subconsciously tighten as her palms fell, coordinating with the rhythm of her exertion.

I did it about twenty times.

Yang Ru's breathing had turned into heavy panting, and a small patch of her dark green yoga dress was soaked with sweat on the back.

Her cheeks were flushed from her cheekbones down to her neck, her forehead was pressed against her arm, and a few stray hairs clung to her temples.

"Change—change to the left side." The voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor from exertion.

Lin Feng moved to her left.

The muscles on the right side were slightly congested with blood after stimulation, and a very light pink color showed through the fabric.

He lifted it up and placed it on his left gluteus maximus, applying the same force as on the right. Yang Ru let out a muffled groan, a little more pronounced than before, her fingertips gripping the edge of the towel.

I did it more than ten times.

Yang Ru's body suddenly tensed up, her back arched slightly as she lifted the towel, her gluteal muscles contracted to the extreme, their lines taut and firm.

Then she relaxed completely, lying face down on the towel, panting heavily. Her back was covered in sweat, and her hair was stuck to her neck.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand, his right palm turning a light red from the force he had exerted.

Yang Ru lay panting on the bath towel for a while before slowly turning over and sitting up. Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, the fabric of her collar was soaked with sweat, and the skin below her collarbone was flushed from exercise.

Her lips were redder than usual, and her eyes held a hint of listlessness and fatigue. She tucked her loose hair behind her ears, and her legs swayed slightly as she stood up.

"Sister Yang, are you alright?"

Yang Ru walked to the wall, picked up her water bottle, and took a big gulp of water. She put the bottle down and wiped the sweat from her face with a towel.

"Thank you." The voice was still a little hoarse.

I folded the towel, put it in my bag, zipped it up, and walked towards the door. My hips and legs swayed naturally with each step, my glutes alternately contracting and relaxing, showing the tension after my workout.

She paused and turned to the side when she reached the door.

"Teacher Lin, let's do this again in the next class."

He pushed open the door and went out.

Lin Feng stood on the mat for a while. Then he went into the changing room and took off his white yoga clothes.

My phone vibrated as I changed into my T-shirt. It was a message from Shen Qianqian: "It's 3:30. Have you finished class yet?"

He replied, "Just finished. See you at Wanda Plaza at 4 PM?"

Shen Qianqian replied instantly with a cat nodding emoji.

Lin Feng put his phone in his pocket and wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel. He just needed to fulfill the members' reasonable training needs according to professional standards.