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

When the bus started moving, the noise inside almost lifted the roof off the bus.

Someone started singing, completely off-key, and several girls in the front row laughed so hard they were doubled over.

Song Yang was sitting diagonally in front of Lin Feng, arguing with Fatty about which satay noodle shop in Xiamen was the most authentic. Fatty said he found it online, but Song Yang said, "You haven't even been there, have you?"

Outside the car window, the gray streetscape of Hehai City slowly receded, gradually transforming into lush green farmland on both sides of the highway.

Zhou Mei and another counselor sat in the front row. The counselor, surnamed Sun, was in his forties, wore glasses, and was looking down at a list.

Zhou Mei stood up, turned around to face the carriage, and clapped her hands. The noise inside the carriage quieted down a little.

"Let me emphasize a few more things. First, check everyone's ID cards to see if any were left in the dorm. We can still go back and get them now." She paused, waiting for everyone to search their bags and pockets.

A rustling sound filled the carriage. "Second, once in Xiamen, follow all instructions. Daily meeting times and locations will be announced in the group chat; those who are late will have to take a taxi to the next attraction themselves. Third, during free time in the evenings, no bars or swimming in the sea are allowed. If you are caught, your tour will be cancelled, and you'll have to buy your own plane ticket home."

Her voice was still the same cool tone she used in class, but the top two buttons of her light blue silk shirt were undone, and her white wide-leg pants fluttered gently in the air conditioning of the carriage, making her look much softer than usual.

Shen Qianqian sat next to Lin Feng by the window. She opened her small handbag and checked it; her ID card, power bank, and sunscreen were all there.

Lin Feng had his bag on his lap; he didn't even bother with a check—he only brought a few clothes and a pair of swim trunks, and his ID card was in his pants pocket.

Shen Qianqian turned her head to look at him. "Is this all you have?"

"That's enough."

The bus entered the airport expressway.

Someone started singing "Friends," and a group of people joined in, belting out the tune from Hehai to Xiamen.

Shen Qianqian was amused, and the dimples on her baby face deepened slightly. She moved her hand down from the armrest of the seat and touched Lin Feng's hand on the edge of the seat.

Fingers interlaced, palms touching palms.

On the plane, Shen Qianqian sat by the window, and Lin Feng sat in the middle. During takeoff, she kept looking out the window; the people and cars on the ground grew smaller and smaller, and Hehai City became a gray, drab jigsaw puzzle.

As they flew above the clouds, Lin Feng took a deep breath, his fingers tightening slightly in Shen Qianqian's palm. "First time on an airplane?"

"Yeah! I'm a little nervous."

When the plane encountered turbulence, Shen Qianqian's body tensed up suddenly. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed Lin Feng's forearm, her fingertips digging into his skin.

Lin Feng tightened his grip on her hand. "It's okay. It's normal." His voice was low and steady, exactly the same as when he blocked her way in the alley last time.

The turbulence lasted for several minutes, and Shen Qianqian held his hand tightly the whole time. Only after the plane stabilized did she slowly loosen her grip, but her hand remained in his palm.

The plane landed at Xiamen Gaoqi Airport at around 3 p.m.

A group of people dragged their suitcases out of the arrival hall, and a wave of heat hit them. The sun in Xiamen was brighter and hotter than the river and sea, and the air carried the salty smell of the sea breeze.

The bus was already waiting in the parking lot. This time, a local driver was on board, chatting with Teacher Sun in Mandarin with a Minnan accent.

Zhou Mei stood by the car door and called out names. When she called Lin Feng's name, her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before moving on to the next name on the list.

The hotel is located in Siming District, not far from the beach.

The air conditioning in the lobby was on full blast, and the crystal chandelier made the marble floor shine brightly.

Zhou Mei and Teacher Sun checked in at the front desk, and the room cards were being handed out one by one, with names being read aloud.

When Lin Feng's name was read, Zhou Mei handed over a room key. "602."

Lin Feng took it, his gaze lingering on the room number. Next door, 601 was Zhou Mei's room, and 610 was a standard room shared by Shen Qianqian and another girl.

Shen Qianqian glanced at her room card, then at the one in Lin Feng's hand, and said nothing.

As I walked towards the elevator with my suitcase, she leaned closer and whispered, "Why do you have a single room?"

"I don't know. Maybe there will be an extra room left over in the end."

The elevator was packed with people. Shen Qianqian stood in front of him, her back almost touching his chest.

Beneath the denim mini-skirt, a pair of gleaming white legs were pressed together, the straps of pearl sandals swaying gently at the ankles.

Lin Feng swiped his card and pushed open the door to room 602.

The room was small, with a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and the window facing the street behind the hotel.

I threw my schoolbag on the bed and was just about to wash my face when there was a knock on the door.

open the door.

Zhou Mei stood at the door. She had changed out of her light blue silk shirt and was wearing a white sleeveless vest and light gray loungewear shorts. Her hair was down, and she had taken off her black-rimmed glasses and put on contact lenses.

She didn't say anything, but came in and closed the door.

The moment the door lock clicked shut, she threw herself into Lin Feng's arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

It wasn't just a fleeting kiss; it was the kind of kiss that had been suppressed for a long time and finally found an outlet.

Her body pressed tightly against his, her two full breasts under her white sleeveless vest pressed against his chest, slightly deformed by the pressure.

My tongue slipped into his mouth, carrying a hint of mint flavor.

"I don't know why—" Her lips moved away from his, sliding down his jawline, "but Zhang is with you..."

Her lips rested on the side of his neck. She could feel the throbbing of his carotid artery beneath her lips.

Lin Feng's fingers moved up from her waist, lifting the hem of her white sleeveless vest to reveal her fair skin.

His fingers slipped inside the edge of her bra, his palm resting on the smooth skin of her back.

Zhou Mei's body trembled slightly.

She lifted her head and kissed his lips again, moving her hands from his neck to his chest, her fingers gripping the collar of his T-shirt.

Lin Feng's fingers found the hook of her bra, and he was about to proceed to the next step when...

There was a knock on the door.

"Lin Feng! Open the door! Time to eat! The cafeteria opens at 5:30. Teacher Zhou said that being late will result in points being deducted!" Song Yang's voice came through the door, accompanied by the fat man's laughter beside him.

Zhou Mei's body stiffened instantly.

She removed her lips from Lin Feng's mouth, loosened the collar of his T-shirt with her fingers, and quickly pulled down the hem of his vest that had been lifted up.

She turned around, straightened her collar in front of the mirror next to the door, tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and pressed her slightly reddened lips with her fingers.

Lin Feng stood by the door without moving, waiting for her to finish tidying her clothes.

Zhou Mei took one last look at herself in the mirror, and after confirming that there were no problems, she reached out and opened the door.

Song Yang and the fat man stood at the door. Song Yang's raised hand froze in mid-air, his mouth agape as he watched Zhou Mei walk out of Lin Feng's room.

Zhou Mei was wearing a white sleeveless vest and lounge shorts, her hair was loose, and her expression had returned to how she was when she was in class.

With a straight smile, his gaze swept coldly over Song Yang and the fat man's faces.

"We were told lunch is at 5:30, what are you doing here?"

"We... we're here to call Lin Feng." Song Yang's voice was a half-tone higher than usual.

"Go downstairs after you've finished giving the instructions. Lin Feng, go downstairs right away too." After saying this, Zhou Mei turned around and walked to room 601 next door, swiped her card to open the door, went in, and closed the door in one smooth motion.

Song Yang turned to look at Lin Feng, his mouth still agape. The fat man beside him was suppressing a laugh, his face flushed red; he was clearly gloating.

Lin Feng picked up his T-shirt from the back of the chair and put it on. "Let's go eat."

The three people walked toward the elevator.

Song Yang walked beside Lin Feng and lowered his voice: "Why is Teacher Zhou in your room?"

"I came over to ask you something!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's just some... stuff about the trip later."

"Why is the door still closed? You scared me to death..."

"Are you interrogating a criminal?"

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