Qian looked at the notebook in his hand quietly, feeling confused. Because his most important notebook was filled with another person's name - Echizen Ryoma.
'What did Echizen do today...'
'How are Echizen feeling today...'
'Echizen...'
How could a new student in the academy and a junior in the tennis club take up all my data? I don't quite understand.
He gently pushed his glasses, which had slipped slightly, with the tip of his pen. When he started to write again, Qian wrote a sentence on the last page of the book. His handwriting was neat and rigorous, with an unknown expectation.
My probability of winning is ___
Intention: