After trying out nine different gym activities, the last one was hot yoga. Led by a plastic instructor, the group first took a stroll outside a special yoga room.

Since there were no members at the moment, the yoga room was closed, and they could only peek in through a small window in the door. The space was about thirty square meters, with soft upholstery on all four sides. The ventilation system switch was outside the door, and it looked much like any other hot yoga studio.

The group decided to rest for a few hours first, since hot yoga requires advance booking anyway. Upon hearing this, the plastic instructor happily went to arrange the meal, seemingly not planning to leave work, as he stayed with Liu Juan from the beginning to the end.

Food was already placed in the outer room of the lounge. Several large plates contained vegetable salad, chicken pasta, corn, and boiled eggs, and coaches and plastic members were taking their meals.

They ate a simple meal and were surprised to find that it tasted pretty good—low in salt and oil, light and satisfying.

If modern gyms had such standards and conditions, a membership fee of tens of thousands wouldn't be incomprehensible.

The plastic coach sat closest to Liu Juan. During the meal, he kept trying to take the opportunity to talk more and build rapport, but when he saw Liu Juan yawn sleepily, he immediately kept quiet and even carefully cleared away her plate.

Before the two of them took a shower together and were about to rest, four more maintenance workers entered the gym. The two groups exchanged glances from a distance. The new maintenance workers listened to the sales pitch about getting memberships, and after looking at Cheng Shuang and the others, who were in great shape despite having some bruises, they didn't hesitate and wisely bought a membership card for 30,000 yuan.

After consulting with the plastic coach, the six people put the six single beds together in pairs, leaving space for the other beds. The plastic coach put up a screen and told them that they could only sleep for three or four hours at most, as sleeping for too long would cause dissatisfaction among other members.

A short nap of more than four hours was enough to relieve the maintenance worker's fatigue. After discovering that Cheng Shuang and Liu Juan were sleeping side by side, with Liu Juan sleeping on the side of the wall, separated from the men, the plastic coach left satisfied, and even thoughtfully turned down the brightness of the lights in their area.

I wouldn't say I slept particularly well, since there were people coming and going outside in a hurry, but I at least got more than an hour of deep sleep, until suddenly a commotion broke out.

Cheng Shuang, who was holding the teddy bear, suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing that her companions had all gotten up, she straightened her clothes and followed them out.

The outer room for the nutrition meal was removed.

The four newcomers had dwindled to two. They were covered in mud and sweat, their clothes plastered to their skin. They grabbed the man in overalls by the collar, glaring at him angrily. Surrounded by the plastic coaches, they looked ready to punch him.

The man in work pants looked gloomy. "We agreed to cooperate. Wasn't the information I gave you true?"

"But you also used us to kill that lousy coach," the shorter of the two men growled angrily, "and caused the deaths of two of my teammates there too!"

Cheng Shuang then noticed that several plastic coaches were surrounding them, and they probably weren't just watching the show; there was a sense of tension about to erupt.

Liu Juan bit her lip and subconsciously looked around, her eyes filled with some worry. But clearly, among a group of plastic people with identical facial features, heights, and builds, she couldn't distinguish the plastic coach at all.

The coach approached them again, gave Liu Juan a strange, low laugh, and said shyly, "I'm fine, don't worry!"

Liu Juan's expression stiffened. "That's good. After all, we've known each other for a while. You're a very competent coach, and we don't plan to change you."

The plastic coach scratched his head, not minding Liu Juan's deliberate attempt to distance herself from him, and brought up the incident that led to the conflict between the three: "The four new members, after listening to that member's nonsense and instigation, seriously injured one of our coaches."

Its voice was very low, and when the six people heard the words it spoke, they all looked at the three people who were still locked in a stalemate with complicated expressions.

The man in overalls, believing he had avenged himself, wore a faint, relieved smile, somewhat smug. He probably never imagined that his elaborate scheme would cost him two lives, while the coach only suffered serious injuries…

"Regarding the spinning class, I don't know what they were thinking. They pinned our instructor down, and when all five of us were on it, the bike collapsed. Only those two were unharmed; they were ejected from the room by the bike's safety system." The plastic instructor's voice carried a hint of empathetic indignation. "What did the instructors do to deserve this? If they don't want to experience it, why are they even at the gym? They're just incompetent; how can they blame us?!"

"Can they continue experiencing it?" Liu Juan asked.

"Yes." The plastic coach sighed. "The spin class incident happened a second before it ended. I don't know how that person instigated them to cause trouble at the last minute, but those two still got through."

The six people exchanged glances. The so-called instigation was probably more about the man in the work pants giving some incorrect information, such as the mud on the spinning bike, the fact that they not only had to pedal in time to keep up with the instructor's speed, but also had to control the instructor's movements and occupy a high place to pass the course smoothly, etc.

Sure enough, another stranger covered in mud and sand said viciously, "If you hadn't told us that the key to escaping was to control the coach at the last moment, how could we have faced the wanderers head-on? And the swamp wouldn't have swallowed the coach and my teammates!"

“There will always be some discrepancies. Even exams have A and B versions! You’re all supposed to be supporters, you can’t be that naive!” The man in work pants shrugged. “Oh, by the way, members who fight in the gym will be kicked out. Didn’t you see that rule at the front desk?”

The two defenders were filled with hatred and anger, and their raised fists hesitated to fall.

Their teammates are already dead. If they act impulsively, it will only bring pain to their loved ones and joy to their enemies.

They glared at the man in overalls and said, "You wait!" Under the cold 'gaze' of all the plastic coaches, they sheepishly left the lounge.

The man in overalls straightened his clothes, brushed past Cheng Shuang and the other six, and walked into the inner room to rest without stopping.

Perhaps it was because other teams had also suffered injuries that his mood improved a lot, and the gloom on his face disappeared considerably. However, he was also unwilling to pay any attention to the six people who were currently all safe and sound.

He was afraid he would be jealous!

Sometimes such extreme events can really affect one's mood. Cheng Shuang and the others decided not to wash up, and instead chewed gum as they headed to the hot yoga room to finish the last activity quickly, lest the man in work pants or the other two maintainers cause any more trouble.

Liu Juan, trailing behind, quietly asked the plastic coach what the rules were at the front desk.

Seeing that there was nothing particularly noteworthy, he was finally completely relieved.

Hot yoga was taken over by a female instructor, and since the yoga studio was open, they could only wait outside.