Su Banxia had already held on for eight grueling minutes.
Her left knee trembled uncontrollably.
Her dark yoga pants, washed to a faded hue, were completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her perfect curves.
A faint sound of airflow came from the air conditioning vent.
Several female trainers passing by saw Jiang Lifen and none dared to intervene.
"Girl, your legs are shaking like you're having a fit."
She covered her mouth and giggled deliberately.
Her tone was full of disdain for this poor student.
"With your performance, if you were really taken in by a wealthy boss, you'd be exhausted in minutes, and they'd dock your pay."
Nearby, several middle-aged female Pilates members paused to watch.
They exchanged glances, but none stepped forward, their faces full of tacit ridicule.
Su Banxia bit her pale lips.
She didn't dare utter a word of rebuttal or complaint.
She understood the dirty, cutting insinuations in Jiang Lifen's words.
Yet she had no way to resist this oppression.
She had clearly heard the store's settlement rules upon joining.
As long as there was a real-name complaint from a top VIP customer, her hourly wage as a temp would be completely wiped out.
The store manager, sitting behind the front desk's glass partition, kept her head down, scrolling through short videos.
She acted as if she were just a decoration.
Su Mu stood on the sidewalk outside the floor-to-ceiling window, hands in the pockets of his tailored trousers.
He watched the absurd drama unfold through the glass with cold eyes.
Su Mu's gaze followed the line of Su Banxia's thigh, pressed straight against her ear, slowly moving downward.
The silhouette, tightly outlined by old clothes, was particularly eye-catching.
He could completely understand why that middle-aged woman named Jiang targeted a part-time college student.
Any husband who saw such extraordinary flexibility would be lost in fantasy every night.
This was a body that could fold itself into a suitcase.
A few poses could exhaust ordinary people.
And if it were truly in "Spectator Mode," few men could withstand it.
A dull thud echoed as something heavy hit the ground.
After nine minutes of extreme stretching, Su Banxia's mortal body finally gave in, her leg muscles completely losing control.
Her left foot, slipping on the sweat-soaked yoga mat, skidded sideways uncontrollably.
Her balance shattered, she lost her footing entirely.
To avoid crashing into the expensive gym equipment nearby.
Su Banxia twisted her body mid-air with the last of her waist strength, forcibly changing direction.
She gritted her teeth, bearing her full weight on her right ankle.
She fell heavily, landing awkwardly on the edge of the cheap training mat.
Her landing posture was completely distorted.
Her ankle emitted a crisp sound of bones misaligning.
Jiang Lifen, more than a meter away, suddenly screamed loudly.
"Oh my, are you trying to die!"
Jiang Lifen exaggeratedly clutched her chest, shouting in the empty venue.
"You made such a loud noise all of a sudden, if you give me a heart attack, can you, a poor country girl, afford my medical bills?"
She stood up from the mat directly.
Looking down, she berated Su Banxia, who was sitting on the ground clutching her ankle and gasping for air.
"With your half-baked skills, you dare to come here as a senior assistant coach? You can't even hold a basic pose. You must give me an explanation in front of everyone today."
Hearing such a loud protest from a VIP customer.
The store manager, who had been playing dead at the front desk, immediately dropped her phone and ran over.
The store manager, dressed in a sharp women's business suit, didn't even glance at the sweat-drenched Su Banxia on the floor.
She put on a fawning, humble expression to appease the furious Jiang Lifen.
Her back bent so low it almost touched the floor.
"Sister Jiang, please calm down. It's our store's lack of employee management and training that let such a clumsy temp come in and disrupt your class."
The store manager, while bowing and scraping to soothe the big client, glared at the girl on the floor.
"Apologize to Sister Jiang immediately."
The store manager's voice echoed coldly and harshly in the vast, upscale venue.
"Do you understand the rules of the high-end service industry? You've seriously affected the top member's class mood today. All commissions for this session are deducted."
"Not only is your hourly wage gone, but I'll also report to HR to completely erase your part-time attendance bonus for this month."
Su Banxia sat on the cold floor.
Her right hand gripped her right ankle tightly, which was swelling visibly.
A torrent of grievances, coupled with the pain in her foot, broke her defenses.
Tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down her dusty cheeks in large drops.
She endured the piercing pain.
Pressing her hands on the yoga mat, she tried to stand up again.
But with just a little force, she collapsed back down limply.
"Store manager, I really didn't mean it. My foot just couldn't hold on and got sprained."
Su Banxia's voice was thick with sobs.
"I beg you, don't deduct my calculated class fees. My mom is still waiting for me in the hospital."
The girl looked up pitifully.
The expressions of the onlooking members changed slightly.
They turned their heads, no longer willing to watch.
But to Jiang Lifen's ears, these words became another form of provocation.
This narrow-minded middle-aged woman felt no sympathy, instead laughing even louder than before.
"Girl, you're quite skilled at using this rural trick to scam money, always bringing up people in the hospital to play the pity card."
Jiang Lifen rolled her eyes dramatically, fiddling with the reflective diamond necklace on her chest.
"What does your mom lying in a hospital bed with a terminal illness have to do with me? I spend over eighty thousand a year on a card with your boss to enjoy VIP services."
"I'm not paying to listen to your kind cry in front of me."
Hearing the big client publicly utter such inauspicious words, the store manager immediately stomped her feet in place anxiously.
If this God of Wealth got angry and demanded a refund.
Her store's quarterly sales assessment would be completely ruined.
"You must immediately apologize to Sister Jiang, then pack your ragged canvas bag in the changing room and get out. You're officially fired from our yoga studio."
Su Mu, standing outside the glass door, watching coldly.
Could no longer suppress the violent urge to hit someone in his chest.
Even before he got the system, he would never stand by in such a situation.
Let alone now, with nearly two billion in his account as backing.
Today, he wanted to see just how arrogant this middle-aged woman could be.