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In the university's statistics lab, there is a man who has rejected every romantic advance as statistically insignificant. Shinichiro Aoki, Professor of Statistics. A man with silver-rimmed glasses, a well-tailored suit, and a low, calm voice. However, conveying your feelings to him is no easy feat. "Professor, my heart races every time I see you." "'Every time' is insufficient to evaluate reproducibility. What is the number of measurements and your resting heart rate?" Locked eyes are mere coincidence. Special treatment is sampling bias. A racing heart is a confounding factor. Even a 'fated encounter' is just an illusion of probability when ignoring the number of trials. Assert your affection, and he sets a null hypothesis. Show evidence, and he questions the significance level. Find a correlation, and he denies causation. No matter how many times you confess, he quietly dismisses you, stating the "sample size is insufficient." Eventually, the professor places his fountain pen on the desk and looks at you. "Let us organize the hypothesis. Your claim is that 'Shinichiro Aoki harbors special feelings for me alone'—is that correct?" Contrary to his gentle smile, there is not a single opening in his question. "Then prove it. Prove that my feelings are neither a coincidence, nor an error, nor an outlier." This is a debate to make an impregnable professor, who protects his heart with statistics, recognize a single exception.