Inside the girls' dormitory, Zhong Ling and Fang Jinse were already taking their afternoon nap.
Su Banxia sat on a small stool, bent over, and slowly dragged out a canvas bag from under the bed.
Inside the bag was a neatly folded set of dark yoga pants and a sports bra.
The edges of the clothes were already pilled from washing.
She moved quietly, afraid of making any noise that might wake her roommates.
She turned her body, facing away from the others in the dormitory.
The oversized gray hoodie that completely hid her figure was taken off.
Underneath was a small white camisole with a tear.
Zhong Ling wasn't fully asleep; she turned over and sat up with a yawn.
"Banxia, off to your part-time job again?"
Su Banxia hurriedly put on the pilled sports bra and turned to give Zhong Ling a forced smile.
"Yeah, I have a few support classes at the yoga studio this afternoon."
Fang Jinse was also woken by the conversation, rubbing her eyes as she poked her head out from under the covers.
"Hey, you're working too hard."
Fang Jinse leaned on the edge of the bed with a sigh, her tone tinged with regret.
"You used to have a pretty good family background, playing piano and flute."
The more Fang Jinse spoke, the more she felt it was unfair for her.
"If it weren't for your damn biological father, who gambled away everything, you would have lived like a princess."
Su Banxia clutched the handle of the old canvas bag.
She didn't respond to her roommate's words.
She just lowered her head and quietly said, "I'm leaving," then gently pushed open the old dormitory door and left.
In the luxurious penthouse of Tomson Riviera.
Su Mu had just woken up from a pleasant afternoon nap.
He turned over and reached for the phone on the coffee table.
The screen clearly showed it was 2:40 in the afternoon.
He had already replied to Wang Hao's WeChat message before he slept.
Everything was as he expected.
Wang Hao must have given her a phone, or else that senior would never remember him.
Alas, poor Wang Hao thought he was experiencing springtime.
And asking Wang Hao to bring his roommates along, she must have sensed there might be a bigger fish behind this simp.
But Su Mu didn't plan to warn him directly now.
Talking about such things was useless.
He had already warned him last time; saying more would only annoy him.
He'd wait until Monday to meet this Wanqing Senior, one of the Four Campus Belles.
Su Mu stood up from the sofa and stretched lazily.
He felt it was a bit of a waste to stay cooped up in this over 200-square-meter mansion on such a beautiful day.
He went to the walk-in closet, changed into a comfortable, breathable custom casual outfit, and took the private elevator downstairs.
Lujiazui was undoubtedly the most expensive area in all of Shanghai.
The streets were lined with lavishly decorated high-end commercial buildings and luxury restaurants.
Su Mu strolled casually down the wide, clean street with his hands in his pockets.
He passed by a high-end yoga studio with a very stylish facade.
The large sign above the door had four beautiful artistic letters: Fanyue Yoga.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, he could clearly see the soft warm yellow lights inside.
Several figures in tight clothing were stretching on yoga mats.
Su Mu had no interest in this Indian import, just something rich ladies used to pass the time.
He didn't even plan to stop, just intended to walk past and find a place for a cup of hand-brewed coffee.
But at that moment.
A sharp female voice suddenly pierced through the glass from inside the yoga studio, reaching the street.
Su Mu stopped and turned his head to look through the glass wall.
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In the corner of the private training area inside the yoga studio.
Su Banxia stood quietly in dark yoga pants.
She was there to assist VIP members with one-on-one poses.
In essence, she was there to help these wealthy ladies stretch, support their waists, and hand them towels when they sweated.
On the yoga mat in front of her stood a middle-aged woman from Shanghai in her forties.
This woman had a head of carefully styled big wavy curls from the hair salon.
She wore a set of Lululemon, the latest yoga wear released this year. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Around her neck hung a Cartier necklace, the diamonds reflecting more than her face.
This woman was surnamed Jiang, and the salespeople and trainers in the studio usually humored her, calling her Sister Jiang in a low voice.
Because Jiang Lifen was the top annual VIP member of this yoga studio.
Her basic annual membership fee alone was 88,888.
Her family was indeed wealthy, but her sharp and mean temperament was notoriously bad.
She was truly difficult to serve.
Only Su Banxia could endure it; the previous ones didn't last more than two classes.
She was doing simple Cat-Cow warm-up exercises,
While speaking sarcastically to Su Banxia, who was serving her.
"Young lady, where did you buy this outfit you're wearing today?"
She mocked loudly, afraid the people around wouldn't hear.
"The fabric is so poor, did you buy it on Pinduoduo for nine yuan with free shipping?"
Another middle-aged female member doing stretches on a mat nearby couldn't help but chuckle softly at this.
Hearing the laughter, Jiang Lifen felt even more emboldened.
She unabashedly scanned Su Banxia's curvaceous figure.
"You're quite slim, aren't you? That waist, those legs, not much meat on them."
She snorted, her tone full of jealousy.
"Such a good figure at such a young age."
"No wonder when my husband came to pick me up last time, his eyes lingered on you several times."
Hearing this, Su Banxia's eyes reddened.
Jiang Lifen pressed on relentlessly.
"Be honest, you don't dress like this on purpose for work, do you?"
She gestured.
"You act all pitiful in the studio, but who knows what kind of seductive tricks you're using behind the scenes."
She glared.
"Don't think I don't know what you girls from small towns are plotting."
She spat viciously.
"You're just trying to use your trainer status to hook up with rich men in this high-end place."
This kind of meanness and difficulty from middle-aged women often stemmed from nowhere.
They liked to project their insecurities and grievances in marriage onto young, pretty girls.
Su Banxia's only crime here was having an eye-catching figure.
This kind of unreasonable disaster was even more suffocating than justified bullying.
Su Banxia kept her head down.
Her eyes were red, and her fingers clutched the hem of the old yoga pants, creating a deep wrinkle.
Her lips moved slightly, trying to explain something.
"Sister Jiang, I'm not doing anything else, I'm just working part-time here."
But in this environment of financial oppression, her words were pitifully weak.
The store manager at the front desk sat behind the glass partition.
She looked up coldly at the commotion in the private training area.
But she had no intention of intervening.
She even gave Su Banxia a distant warning look from the private training area.
The meaning was clear: don't talk back.
You're just a poor student doing odd jobs here; serve these VIP clients well.
Su Banxia worked herself to exhaustion in this high-end yoga studio, with eight classes a week, earning only 1,200 yuan a month.
After deducting her monthly subway commute expenses, she barely had 1,100 yuan left.
But for this girl, that 1,100 yuan was her mother's necessary medication money for the next month.
She buried her head lower, not daring to make any sound.
Jiang Lifen, seeing Su Banxia's submissive demeanor, felt a great sense of superiority.
She suddenly became interested.
She put her hands on her hips, her tone full of undisguised malice.
"Young lady, since you're an assistant coach here, you must have some real skills."
She pointed.
"I want to practice some advanced poses today."
Jiang Lifen extended her hand with red-painted nails, pointing to the empty yoga mat in front of her.
"Do a Standing Hand-to-Big-Toe Forward Bend for me, demonstrate."
The female member who had been laughing earlier stopped her stretching at the mention of this pose.
This pose required the practitioner to lift one leg straight up to the ear.
Then the upper body had to fold completely over, pressing tightly against the leg on the ground.
Even the highly-paid professional yoga instructors in this studio needed at least twenty minutes of warm-up.
Su Banxia hadn't even warmed up for a minute.
Jiang Lifen pressed on.
"Aren't you the professional guiding us VIPs?"
She crossed her arms.
The snobbish store manager at the front desk continued to look at her phone, completely playing dead.
Su Banxia bit her lip tightly.
She slowly bent over and grabbed her right foot's toes with her right hand.
Su Mu stood on the sidewalk, watching the girl in old yoga pants through the clean floor-to-ceiling glass with interest.
At that moment, a familiar bluish glow lit up in front of his retina.
A semi-transparent system notification panel popped up.
[High-value undeveloped target detected!]
[Target Name: Su Banxia]
[Comprehensive Rating: SS+]
[Hidden Attribute:??? (Development progress insufficient, temporarily locked)]
[Special Note: This target possesses an extremely rare innate flexibility talent, capable of unlocking "Self-Spectator" mode.]
[Current Development Progress: 0%]
Su Mu stood at the entrance of the yoga studio, staring at the panel in shock.
SS+? Just slightly lower than Mu Changge.
But what on earth is this "Spectator Mode"?
He crossed his arms, continuing to watch the scene inside the glass.
Inside the yoga studio, Su Banxia's thigh was trembling uncontrollably due to the lack of warm-up.
But the right leg she held onto was actually rising inch by inch.
The leg surpassed her waistline.
Then it steadily passed her shoulder.
Finally, it stood straight against her ear.
She completed the entire process without relying on the wall or any support tools.
Her knee was straight, and the left leg supporting her on the yoga mat didn't even wobble.
The washed-out dark yoga pants clung tightly to her body.
With this extremely exaggerated high-difficulty pose, her perfect figure, previously hidden by the oversized hoodie, was fully exposed to the air.
The terrifying flexibility far beyond ordinary people, paired with her dull, submissive face, created a strong visual impact.
Jiang Lifen sat on the mat beside her, visibly looking more displeased.
She had intended to see the young girl embarrass herself and fall.
Unexpectedly, the girl silently executed the pose, and her movements were impeccably standard.
The middle-aged woman's pride was completely shattered.
She coldly picked up her high-end thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of goji berry water.
"Wow, young lady, your flexibility is indeed quite good."
Jiang Lifen's eyes shifted, immediately finding a new excuse to make things difficult.
"Since you're so skilled, keep that pose."
She adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position.
"Stand there as my human reference."
"I need to observe your movements to find my own rhythm."
Maintaining such a pose that challenges human limits without moving imposes tremendous pressure on muscles and tendons.
Su Banxia remained standing on one leg.
A minute passed.
Three minutes passed.
Five minutes passed.
For a full seven minutes, Jiang Lifen leisurely drank her water.
She claimed she needed to observe the pose to find her rhythm, yet she didn't even stand up.
Su Banxia's arm began to tremble uncontrollably.
Fine beads of sweat continuously seeped from Su Banxia's forehead, dripping down her pale cheeks onto the blue yoga mat.
She bit her lip tightly, not uttering a single cry of pain.
Jiang Lifen, watching Su Banxia's shaky stance, spoke slowly.
"Young lady, don't rush."
"I haven't quite grasped the essence of your pose yet."