"What? I ended up next to Zhang Yang? The one who ranked first in the first three rounds? Isn't this a narrow escape from a rival?"
Liu Wenjun heard Xu Xiao's words, raised an eyebrow, and his pupils instinctively widened slightly.
A river fishing competition with a thousand participants, completely randomized draw for zones and fishing spots, what are the odds of the first and second place ending up together?
Even without understanding mathematical probability calculations, intuition alone tells you it's a very slim chance.
But reality is so dramatic—the most crucial fourth match, Xu Xiao's draw just happened to be next to Zhang Yang. Who can you complain to about this?
"What happened? What's the situation? With your skills, I feel you shouldn't be afraid to face him. How did you lose?"
As Liu Wenjun asked, a huge curiosity about Zhang Yang, whom he had yet to meet, rose in his heart.
