National-Level Sailor

Outside the pier lay a broad stretch of sheltered bay waters.

Sunlight spilled across the azure sea, making the waves sparkle.

Amid the waves not far away, a nimble figure stood on a brightly colored sailboard, rising and falling lightly with the swells.

President Zhang stood by the floating dock and raised a hand to point ahead.

"President Su, look. That's Yu Ou."

Su Bai looked in the direction he indicated.

The figure on the water moved with remarkable skill.

Both hands gripping the boom, she leaned back slightly and used the wind and waves to carve a crisp white arc across the water.

After a beautiful broad-reach turn, the sailboard steadily adjusted course and glided toward the berth by the pier.

As the distance closed, the figure became clearer.

She was a very tall woman.

She looked to be at least five foot nine, with a slender, well-proportioned figure.

She wore nothing but an extremely cool black athletic tank top and a pair of tight quick-dry shorts.

The exposed lines of her arms and thighs were taut, without an ounce of excess fat, carrying the strength that came only from years of professional athletic training.

The sea breeze swept past as the sailboard gradually slowed in the shallow water not far from the gangway.

Controlling the sail with one hand, the woman efficiently lowered the boom, then lightly hopped through the shallows onto the wooden deck of the floating dock.

Only then did Su Bai and the others get a clear look at her.

Her long hair was tied neatly behind her head, with a few wet strands clinging to the side of her slender neck.

Her skin was not the pampered, cool white of someone sheltered from the world, but a healthy wheat tone tanned by years of