(A beautiful picture of Zhang Lexuan)
Jiang Nannan was in no hurry to go.
She stood on the bank and watched several rounds, waiting until Tang Ya climbed out before stepping unhurriedly onto the course.
She wore a golden bikini that day, her hair pinned behind her head, looking as though she had risen from the water itself.
Her movements were leisurely, every step perfectly placed. When she reached the swaying bridge, she did not even slow down, skimming across with a push from one foot.
At the spinning disc, she simply stood and waited for it to complete a full turn before jumping, landing steadily on the opposite platform.
Finally, she walked up to the raised platform, pulled out the little flag, and smiled toward the bank.
Ning Tian went up as well.
She had chosen a pale purple one-piece swimsuit, and her movements carried the composure befitting the Young Master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
But that composure crumbled on the very first pontoon. As soon as she stepped onto it, it sank, pitching her forward. Only by bracing both hands against the second pontoon did she narrowly avoid falling into the water.
She crawled through the first half in an extremely undignified posture, but finally lost her footing at the rolling logs.
She toppled sideways into the water. When she stood up, her hair clung to her face, and her soaked purple swimsuit hugged her body tightly, every trace of her usual reserve washed clean away.
Once Wu Feng stepped onto the course, she charged ahead like a battering ram.
She had picked a black athletic swimsuit, and her short red hair lay wet against her head. She raced through the first half faster than anyone else.
At the swaying bridge, she missed her footing