He pressed it.

The first opponent was “CPU EZ.” Leo won 3-0. Then “CPU MED.” A 3-2 nail-biter. Then “CPU HARD.”

As Leo packed his bag, he glanced at the sticky note Marcus had given him. He crumpled it, tossed it in the trash, and smiled.

Leo’s hands were sweating. The ball was a blur. But then he noticed a pattern. Stone always returned the ball with a perfect straight shot. He never used angles. It was a principal’s weakness: no creativity, just rigid, by-the-book moves.

“What’s this?” Leo had whispered.