Chapter 4, Senior, I'm so sorry to have been caught by you...

Gao Wen still failed to treat Fang Han to this meal.

He went to the restroom halfway through and bought the bill on the way. Although Gao Wen grabbed the menu, she came up empty-handed.

She couldn't very well ask the cashier to return the money to Fang Han.

Fang Han very gentlemanly escorted Gao Wen to the subway station, watched her retreating figure, paced back and forth for a while, before reluctantly turning around and walking back.

*

After quitting her job, Gao Wen no longer had to get up early to go to work, and she had a lot of free time again.

As dawn broke, Gao Wen got up. After washing up, she could practice yoga for an hour, take a shower, go out for breakfast, and then leisurely go to class.

If it's an evening class, you don't have to rush or get too tired. You can work out at the gym before coming back, where there are also many free tools to use.

In addition to this gym, she also found two other gyms where she can take five classes a week, four of which are concentrated on the weekend, giving her a lot of flexibility in scheduling.

Besides attending classes, Gao Wen spent her time training on her own. In just half a month, her abilities improved by leaps and bounds, and her physique became even better.

That evening, Gao Wen practiced for two hours, took a shower, applied body lotion and hair oil, and then did a thorough skincare routine before going to bed.

Just as Gao Wen was about to go to sleep, she received a call from an unknown number.

After she answered the call, a voice came from the other end: "Are you free to come to the early morning class tomorrow? It's at 7:30."

Gao Wen: "May I ask who you are?"

"Are you Gao Wen?" The voice on the other end sounded impatient.

Gao Wen: "Yes, it's me."

"I'm the receptionist at Fanying Yoga Studio. We have a trial class tomorrow morning at 7:30. Can you come? The course is about shoulder and neck conditioning."

"Can."

"You must be at the yoga studio by 7:10 at the latest."

"OK."

Before Gao Wen could finish speaking, the call was abruptly disconnected. She glanced at the time and thought for a moment.

The courses at the library are usually scheduled a week in advance. Calling her in a hurry to teach a class in the morning probably isn't for a trial class, but rather because they can't find a teacher at the last minute and need her to fill in, just to fool the members.

It's too early, so I can only take a taxi, which isn't cheap.

Gao Wen didn't think too much about it. Her ultimate goal was definitely not the gym, but the yoga studio.

This is a good opportunity, and several part-time jobs are located nearby.

The next day, Gao Wen got up before dawn again, had to trouble the dormitory supervisor to open the door, booked a ride-hailing service, and headed straight to Fanying Yoga Studio.

She arrived at seven o'clock.

The receptionist yawned and directed Gao Wen: "The classroom is at the very back. The members will be here soon. Hurry up and lay out the mats. There are fewer people in the morning. There are thirteen members in total. What props do they need? Get them for them."

"I understand." Gao Wen quickly headed towards the large classroom.

When the front desk staff went to the classroom in a slow and deliberate manner, they saw the quick and efficient Gao Wen and their eyes flickered.

Actually, she should be doing all the work, but as a new yoga teacher, she doesn't know if she can stay on, so she's too lazy to take care of her and avoid the hassle.

This Gao Wen looks young, but she's still manageable.

The receptionist then instructed Gao Wen to move the cushions to different positions several times, and Gao Wen did as instructed.

Members arrived one after another, and the receptionist greeted them with a smile.

There were originally twenty people who booked the class, but halfway through, an unfamiliar teacher was introduced, and many people withdrew from the class. The remaining people just came to have some fun, since it was a shoulder and neck therapy class, not a difficult course.

The members exchanged pleasantries, changed into slippers, and headed towards the large classroom.

When they walked in, they immediately saw their new teacher, who was turning her back to them and adjusting the Bluetooth speaker.

The other person was wearing a cocoa brown tank top with thin straps that revealed her sexy and beautiful back lines, and milk coffee-colored tight yoga pants that hugged her slender and straight legs, showing off her curvaceous figure.

She tied all her hair up, revealing her long, delicate neck and skin as white as jade, which immediately attracted their attention.

The new yoga teacher has a pleasing figure, just like everyone else's ideal: slender and graceful, with delicate and fair skin, elegant demeanor, and her body is well-proportioned, only growing where it should.

Hearing the commotion, Gao Wen turned around and smiled, her voice sweet and soft: "Good morning."

Everyone was stunned when they saw Gao Wen's face.

Her face was delicate and petite, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, and soft, luscious lips. Compared to her figure and overall demeanor, her face was even more outstanding.

Later, some members recalled their first impression of Gao Wen, saying that if they had to describe it, her elegance was imprinted on every pore of her being. Her presence was the best advertisement.

However, the older members, looking at Gao Wen's face, felt that she was too young and seemed a bit immature.

Zhang Ni, who was walking at the front, ran up to Gao Wen and stared at her, praising, "Teacher, you're so beautiful! You're gorgeous, and you have such a great figure. Did Nuwa show favoritism when she created you?"

Gao Wen was a little embarrassed by her gaze. She connected via Bluetooth, turned on the music, introduced herself, and then said, "We will now begin the class. Everyone, place two yoga blocks side by side and sit comfortably on the yoga blocks."

There were many long-time members in the large class, and some of them felt that Gao Wen was too young, so they looked down on her to some extent.

The next second, with the soft music, Gao Wen's soft tone changed, the smile on her face disappeared, and her voice became slightly deep and serious: "Place the highest point of your sit bones on the yoga block, place your hands on both sides of your knees, slightly tuck in your lower abdomen, move your chin back horizontally, and gently close your eyes."

The members who arrived late were slightly taken aback when they saw Gao Wen. They slowed down and quietly walked to the back.

Gao Wen's voice was gentle and soothing as she slowly guided him: "Push your spine upwards from your tailbone, imagine the top of your head reaching for the ceiling, adjust your breathing, and as you exhale, let your ischial tuberosities sink down—"

Gao Wen has such a strong presence; the moment she opens her mouth, you feel something different. She has an experience and maturity beyond her years, and even the veteran members can't help but follow her guidance and enter into meditation and breath control.

"Our lesson today is on neck and shoulder conditioning," Gao Wen said softly after they opened their eyes.

One of the long-time members frowned and said, "Why was it changed to shoulder and neck conditioning? When I booked the class, the course was listed as standing balance. I just had a shoulder and neck conditioning class last night."

The receptionist standing at the door felt awkward. Thinking of how difficult that old member was, she couldn't help but take a step back.

The class was originally designed to teach standing balance, but Gao Wen is too young and is a new teacher who came for a trial class. Many of the members who booked classes were experienced members with a foundation and skills.

Shoulder and neck physiotherapy is not difficult, but standing balance requires the teacher to be skilled. If the teacher is not even as good as the members, wouldn't that damage their reputation?

The teacher had to take leave at the last minute. After searching around, they found that other teachers were either unavailable or unwilling to come, so they asked Gao Wen to come for a trial lesson and fill in for them. The receptionist and the manager were informed, and the manager acquiesced, also hoping to save on the lesson fee.

The front desk notified us in the group chat last night. Generally, people won't say anything; the large class card is cheap, so we can just brush it off.

"Is the class scheduled for neck and shoulder therapy?" Gao Wen asked, puzzled.

The long-time member said irritably, "Yes, that's the class I booked."

Zhang Ni tried to smooth things over: "Oh, I don't care what kind of class I take. Leg training is tiring, but it's so relaxing for my shoulders and neck."

Gao Wen glanced at the receptionist who hesitated to come in, then looked away and said softly, "Excuse me, we'll be teaching standing balance in this class, so please put your yoga blocks aside for now."

As she spoke, she took the lead and walked towards the teaching aids room, where she took out a bunch of elastic bands and distributed them.

Zhang Ni stepped forward to help her distribute the goods.

Gao Wen had a deeper impression of this short-haired member.

Before the class started, Gao Wen led everyone in a warm-up. Even those who weren't long-time members could quickly tell that although this new teacher was young, she was no newcomer. Her movements were standard and she had her own system.

After class, they were even more impressed by Gao Wen's solid foundation.

Whether it's hand-supported balance, side plank, inclined plank, half-moon pose, or leg lock pose... Gao Wen demonstrates while explaining, her breathing is incredibly steady, her movements are elegant and standardized, and she handles them with ease and grace.

Watching Gao Wen demonstrate is a pleasure.

The members' attention was all focused on Gao Wen.

"Inhale—pay attention to your spinal extension, stretch your neck forward, don't sag your waist, straighten your arms, and touch the ground with your fingertips." Gao Wen spoke softly, bending forward so that her pink fingertips touched the ground.

"Exhale—move your pelvis forward, press your abdomen against your thighs, tighten your thigh muscles and move upward, slowly relax your neck and shoulders, and shift your weight to the balls of your feet."

As Gao Wen spoke, she slowly wrapped her arms around the back of her thighs and stood up, folding her body together.

"Wow—" Zhang Ni exclaimed in amazement, full of admiration.

Gao Wen placed her hands on her hips and used her breath to slowly return her body to mountain pose. She said gently, "Students who can't go down should not force themselves. Place yoga blocks under your hands. Everything should be done with your safety in mind."

After she finished speaking, she walked over to Zhang Ni and reminded her, "You need to put the yoga blocks up as high as possible. Your core is weak, so be careful to extend your spine and don't let your lower back sag, otherwise you can easily get injured."

Zhang Ni was too obedient, so much so that she looked around and rested without even posing, and even tried to take out her phone to take pictures of Gao Wen.

Gao Wen looked over and said in a clear voice, "Warrior's First Form, you need to follow along."

Zhang Ni put her phone aside with an embarrassed expression and began to imitate the gesture in a very convincing way.

When Gao Wen came down, she stopped in front of Zhang Ni and squatted down. Zhang Ni smiled, thinking she had done a good job, but Gao Wen's slender hands slapped her instep directly: "Please don't use your digging skills; you can't dig a two-bedroom apartment out of the ground."

Zhang Ni's toes relaxed instantly, and she gave her an embarrassed smile.

Gao Wen then pressed down on her big toe with two fingers and whispered, "You need to use force here to engage the inside of your foot so that your legs can straighten and your walking posture can look better."

Zhang Ni stared in disbelief, then lowered her head and whispered, "How did you know I don't walk well?"

“If you practice seriously, you’ll look good soon,” Gao Wen almost laughed, but answered seriously. After speaking, she stood up and said, “Although your posture looks very good, I need to help you correct it.”

Gao Wen manually corrected her posture. Once it was correct, Zhang Ni immediately began to struggle. Her legs trembled and ached, and she was sweating profusely. With a pained expression, she said in a trembling voice, "Teacher Wenwen—"

The class ended quickly, and everyone felt sweaty but refreshed.

Some of the older members were still discussing the matter, and they gathered around Gao Wen.

Zhang Ni was so tired that she sat on the yoga mat panting. She listened to the other members and Gao Wen talk about everything from yoga postures to points of exertion, and then to the whole body. They even talked about rehabilitation science, where the brain controls the limbs.

I don't understand, but it sounds very professional and impressive.

The receptionist was surprised that Gao Wen not only resolved this minor problem but also successfully persuaded several long-time members to request more of her classes, suggesting that she could schedule some smaller classes.

Zhang Ni was the most enthusiastic, constantly saying that she wanted to take Gao Wen's private lessons, saying frankly, "Teacher Wenwen is my favorite teacher, and I will definitely come when I have time!"

The front desk staff couldn't refuse the member's request and promised to talk to the store manager to schedule more of Gao Wen's classes to appease the member.

The member left satisfied.

When Gao Wen left, the receptionist didn't say much to her.

In her opinion, there was no shortage of teachers here, and Gao Wen was just so-so.

Gao Wen didn't care. She had to rush to her gym class, so she grabbed her bag and left in a hurry.

Two days later, Fan Ying sent Gao Wen the course schedule, which was even worse than she had expected.

They could only schedule Gao Wen for the worst Monday morning class because nobody wanted to attend. Small group classes, on the other hand, allowed for flexible course selection, with a minimum of three students required for a class to start. The fee was calculated per session, but these were also undesirable times, with three sessions a week.

Gao Wen agreed to all of them without being picky, and these times happened to coincide with her other part-time jobs.

For her, finding a place to live is the most urgent thing. The yoga studio has classes that start early or end late, so she can't get back in time. She can't take a taxi, as the cost would be more expensive than renting a place.

*

Monday night.

At eight o'clock, she was taking a class at the gym when Fang Han sent her a message: "Have you eaten?"

Gao Wen saw it, but didn't reply.

She didn't want to chat with Fang Han too much; letting things cool down gradually was a good approach.

Fang Han: [I'll go to the school tomorrow and bring you the umbrella, okay?]

The last time they ate together, Gao Wen was so focused on paying the bill that she forgot to take her parasol, which Fang Han took back with her.

She didn't want any more contact with Fang Han, so she could only cruelly say that it wasn't important and that she didn't want it anymore.

Actually, that parasol was very expensive; she had gone to great lengths to buy it through a proxy, and she loved it very much. Now it's out of stock and unavailable.

Gao Wen typed, grieving the loss: "No need, senior. I won't be at school tomorrow. It's just an umbrella, no need to bother, it's worthless, just throw it away."

Fang Han didn't respond, but changed the subject: "How's your part-time job going? Is it going smoothly?"

Gao Wen: [It went very smoothly. I don't need to rent an apartment, the part-time hours are flexible, and I can just stay at school, which will save me some money. /smile/]

Fang Han: [Okay, that's good.]

......

Gao Wen's small group class was scheduled for 9:30, and she didn't finish until 10:30.

As soon as get out of class ended, she rushed out the door, not even having time to change her clothes. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs, checking the time and constantly making phone calls.

When Gao Wen arrived at the entrance of the residential area, she was a little out of breath. The impatient, pot-bellied real estate agent stopped urging her when he saw her and said, "No rush, take your time. I'm free tonight."

Gao Wen said, "I'm sorry to trouble you to take me to see an apartment tonight."

"Of course, it's my job," the agent said with a smile.

Gao Wen followed him forward and said quickly, "This apartment has a master bedroom, a balcony, and a separate bathroom. It has cabinets, a desk, and everything else, right? Just like the ones I saw online."

"Yes, just like what you saw online," the agent said without changing his expression.

Gao Wen felt a weight lifted from her shoulders: "Three thousand six hundred a month, one month's deposit and three months' rent in advance, right?"

"Um—" the agent stammered, "Why don't you look at the apartment first?"

Gao Wen slowly stopped and looked at the other person: "Is something wrong? We need to make things clear first. Haven't I already made my conditions and requirements very clear?"

It's too far from school, and she's too busy.

To save time, we will explain the requirements and budget as clearly as possible.

The agent turned around and said confidently, "The listings online are all fake. Otherwise, why would you come to see the house? We do have the one you want, but you know this area, a master bedroom with a balcony and plenty of space costs five or six thousand a month."

Gao Wen felt a wave of helplessness: "I'm really anxious to find a place to live, but I don't have that much time."

"The properties here are very hard to find. Most people can't find them even if they spend more money. If you don't want this one, it'll be reserved tomorrow. Someone will rent it for six thousand!" The agent's expression changed, and his words became harsh, even threatening Gao Wen.

Gao Wen had been running around since five in the morning. She was so tired that she didn't even want to argue. She lowered her eyes and left.

"I came all this way in the middle of the night to show you apartments, and you're just going to say you don't want to?" The real estate agent stepped forward and reached out to pull Gao Wen away.

Gao Wen was also startled, her scalp tingled, and she was about to run away.

However, before the agent could even touch her, his hand was slapped away forcefully.

Gao Wen saw Fang Han suddenly appear.

He was dressed casually, carrying a black shoulder bag, and his face showed slight anger and displeasure. He glared at the real estate agent and snapped, "What do you want to do?"

The real estate agent dared not confront Fang Han, who was a head taller than him, and left cursing.

After the agent left, Fang Han looked at Gao Wen with some unease and worry in his eyes. Gao Wen sighed deeply and looked into Fang Han's dark eyes, saying with a sad and helpless expression, "Senior, I'm really sorry to have been caught red-handed by you."

A note from the author:

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Update 2 at 6 PM.