"I told you, you can't deceive me," You Su replied calmly.
The puzzled look on the Daoist flower faded away, replaced by a deeper smile as if the confusion was just a facade:
"When did I deceive you?"
"You're not wrong, if it truly were a fifty-fifty chance, someone like me would definitely stick with my initial choice without hesitation. But knowing that the other path has a higher probability of reaching the end and yet choosing to stick to the original choice, that's not the making of a great talent, that's foolishness."
"So you mean these last two boxes aren't a fifty-fifty chance of guessing right?" The Daoist leaned forward, seemingly eager to hear You Su's impending answer, "Even if one hasn't studied the 'Ten Books of Calculation,' even an old lady selling vegetables by the roadside understands this principle—it's a fifty-fifty chance between two choices, right or wrong."
