The Probability of Winning

Everyone knew of Meng Fan's running feats, so he had nothing to hold back. He smiled and accepted the forms Wang Ya Nan handed to him. As for Zhang Zhou Wei's form, he pretended not to see it.

"Well, that's awkward."

Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bashfully as he folded the forms into an airplane. Just as he was about to throw it, the menacing glare from Wang Ya Nan came. He immediately unfolded it, but during the process, on purpose or not, the paper tore apart.

"Uhm. I didn't do it on purpose." Zhang Zhou Wei looked innocent.

"It's okay."

Wang Ya Nan was overly composed as she smiled and handed him another form. "We've got plenty of forms to go around."

With this, Zhang Zhou Wei did not dare to try anymore shenanigans.