593: Chapter 593 I'm afraid your murderous intent is too strong and will frighten the examiners.

Fang Cheng sat in his seat, glancing at the figure passing by.

Naturally, he had no idea that this proctor had already imagined an entire wealthy family drama in her mind.

Filling in the blank of the final tactical deduction question, his wrist paused slightly as he picked up the pen cap and placed it back on the fountain pen.

"Click."

With a soft sound, it caused the examinee in the neighboring seat to raise their head and glance sideways.

Fang Cheng's expression remained calm and composed, and then he scanned the exam paper from start to finish once more.

The Special Investigation Team's administrative vocational aptitude test for this spring recruitment had extremely cumbersome subjects, covering many Domains such as law, psychology, political science, and military command.

For those examinees who only knew how to temper their strength and had brains full of muscles, these questions were no different from heavenly books.

But for Fang Cheng, relying on his photographic memory, coping with it was completely effortless.

Whether it was knowledge points that required rote memorization or slightly more complex theoretical analysis.

In his eyes, it was all as simple as an elementary school student's addition and subtraction homework.

Fang Cheng turned his head sideways, idly sizing up the surrounding scene.

To the front-left, several robustly built men were scratching their ears and cheeks, a posture that almost snapped the gel pens in their hands.

To the right, across the aisle, a girl was biting her lips tightly, staring fixedly at a political overview question, her eye sockets red with anxiety.

After all, for many people from ordinary family backgrounds.

Being able to be admitted into a state authority organ like the Special Investigation Team was undoubtedly the best springboard to achieve class transition, and from then on they could step onto a smooth path to the heavens.

How many people could maintain an ordinary state of mind and calmly face the challenges concerning their own future and destiny?

Looking at the furrowed and sweating faces inside the examination room, Fang Cheng could not help but feel slightly moved deep down.

Among these people, there might be colleagues who would share the same building with him in the future.

His past self was actually just like them.

In order to stand out, carrying the expectations of his family, he suffered anxiety within the rules set by society, terrified of taking even half a step wrong.

However, now holding extraordinary power, it gave him the confidence to jump out of the chessboard and allowed him to truly master his own destiny.

The rights and wrongs evaluated by the outside world, the fame and fortune chased competitively by the world, fell into his eyes like passing smoke, no longer able to stir up a shred of ripples.

After more than half a year of life-and-death tempering and growth transformation, Fang Cheng had long since seen through one principle.

Only the power firmly grasped in one's own hands was life's most reliable reliance.

If he had not revealed shocking martial Dao talent back then.

How could big figures in high positions and with great power like Shi Chengyi make three visits to thatched cottages, personally stepping forward to invite him to apply for the Special Investigation Team, and even actively helping him solve the huge trouble of background checks?

Speaking of which, with his current strength, as long as he was willing to tear apart his bottom line, to plunder, to slaughter.

The money, power, and beauty that ordinary people dreamed of were completely within reach.

But even if he obtained them, so what?

These superficial external things could not possibly be converted into nutrients to promote the Physical Body's evolution.

Truly speaking of value, I am afraid it was not even as practical and important as dozens of catties of solid, high-calorie braised beef, which could replenish more True Qi reserves for him.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, an arc hooking up at the corner of his mouth, pulling back his scattered thoughts.

That being said, the Special Investigation Team's admission examination was actually relatively fair.

Whether it was special service personnel aiming for frontline positions or civilian personnel applying for logistics and official coordination, they all used the same set of test papers.

The only difference lay in the score weighting.

As long as special service personnel performed top-notch in physical fitness and actual combat, their written test scores basically only needed to occupy a passing threshold.

And for civilian personnel, this written test plus tomorrow's interview was the life-or-death barrier that determined their destiny.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the wall clock above the blackboard.

The second hand ticked and ticked, jumping grid by grid.

There was still more than an hour left until the end of the exam.

He did not want to waste time sitting blankly.

Thus he pushed open his chair and stood up.

The wooden chair legs scraped against the ground, producing a short, muffled sound.

In an instant, dozens of gazes in the examination room shot over in unison.

Surprise, doubt, jealousy, and even some disbelief.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, walking down the steps against these gazes, coming to the front of the podium, and placing the test paper flat on the desktop.

Then, amidst the proctor's thoughtful gaze, he walked out of this oppressive classroom with steady steps.

Along the corridor, he passed through the gates of the teaching building.

The early summer sunlight carried a bit of dry heat, rushing head-on without any obstruction.

Fang Cheng stood on the wide granite steps, taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, and the turbid air in his chest was immediately cleared out.

Just at this moment, a rough greeting came from under a large locust tree to the front-left.

"A-Cheng! You handed in your paper so fast too?"

Fang Cheng looked toward the sound.

He saw a man robustly built like a bear standing under the dense shade.

Ma Donghe was wearing tight black short sleeves, grinning wide, with half a freshly lit cigarette pinched in his hand, striding over toward this side.

"What, looking at your relaxed expression, did you do very well on the exam?"

Fang Cheng walked down the steps, heading towards Ma Donghe, and joked casually.

"Good my ass!"

Ma Donghe walked up close, took a deep drag of his cigarette, then spat out a large cloud of smoke, his expression appearing indifferent:

"Those multiple-choice questions were all decided by rolling dice for me. As for those theoretical essay questions, I just wrote the words super big and tried my best to fill the blanks."

"Whether the proctor gives sympathy points or not is all up to heaven!"

After finishing, he pointed at Fang Cheng with the finger holding the cigarette and chuckled:

"You also handed in your paper early. What, did you also get a headache looking at those theoretical questions and simply gave up hopelessly like me?"

In Ma Donghe's cognition, although Fang Cheng was a proper university student, he was ultimately a martial fellow who started out boxing in a club.

Having graduated for so many years and let things go to waste, how many dead principles from books could he still remember?

What is more, this exam was still crammed at the last minute.

Except for law which matched his major, facing those obscure and difficult psychology and political science questions, the dizzy feeling was probably no better than his own.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He did not explain the fact that he had long memorized all past exam papers backwards and forwards, but just replied along with the other's words:

"Pretty much, anyway I have written everything I could write. As for the rest, it depends on whether the Special Investigation Team sets the passing line high or not."

"You see it through, and that is right!"

Ma Donghe gave a hearty laugh, his fan-like large hand heavily patting Fang Cheng's shoulder, shaking Fang Cheng's collar:

"We people who practice martial arts rely on fists and courage, not on writing articles to kill enemies. When the physical fitness test on the third day arrives, that is when we can truly show our skills!"

He looked left and right, seeing that no one around was paying attention to this side, so he lowered his voice, leaned close to Fang Cheng, and said:

"I asked around yesterday; this time going to Xishan for field survival, the environment might be even more complex than we anticipated."

"Not only do we need to do weighted Running, but we also have to guard against those mutated beasts in the mountains caused by the previous explosion incident."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, his expression calm:

"Since the Special Investigation Team set the examination room in that kind of place, they definitely will not just arrange ordinary cross-country Running events. How are you preparing?"

"Rest assured."

Ma Donghe pinched the cigarette with two fingers, extremely Xiaosa flicked the cigarette ash:

"I grew up fighting wild boars in the mountains since I was a child. When we enter Xishan by then, you follow me, and I guarantee to take you safely Running to the finish line!"

As his voice fell, he suddenly reacted.

The seemingly gentle and delicate Junior Brother before his eyes was actually a peerless ferocious beast draped in human skin.

If they really encountered mutated beasts in those desolate mountains and wild ridges, there is no telling who would eat whom.

It should be himself turning around to quickly hug this thick thigh!

Thinking of this, Ma Donghe raised his hand to scratch his scalp, gave two dry laughs, and quickly remedied:

"Hey, what I mean is, I am familiar with the mountain terrain. When the time comes, I will lead the way for you, so as to avoid us wandering blindly in the woods and wasting physical strength."

Looking at Ma Donghe's all-encompassing confident appearance, Fang Cheng also smiled and nodded:

"Alright, I will count on you then."

Ma Donghe grinned, concealing the previous awkwardness.

The two stood under the tree shade, chatting desultorily.

Ma Donghe took a few more drags of the cigarette, watching the smoke disperse before his eyes, suddenly as if recalling some important matter:

"Right, A-Cheng, besides the physical test, you also need to pay a little attention to tomorrow's interview."

"How so?"

Fang Cheng turned his head sideways, looking at him.

"During the gathering at Wangjiang Tower last time, didn't I tell you about participating in the preliminary test?"

Ma Donghe put down the cigarette in his hand, his expression turning a bit serious:

"Among the preliminary selection events, besides field survival and free combat, there was also a psychological test called 'Abyss Echo'."

"Hearing the name, it sounds very relaxed and simple, right? In reality, it is damn evil."

His tone paused slightly, as if recalling some bad experience, his facial features all wrinkled together:

"At that time, I thought as long as I took medicine and slept on a chair, it would pass. As a result, not long after I closed my eyes, I saw my dead ghost grandfather crawling out of the ground!"

"The old man was covered in blood, carrying a butchering knife, pointing at my nose and scolding me as an unfilial descendant, ruining the Ma Family's reputation, chasing after me wanting to chop off my head."

"Damn it, the realism at that time almost scared my heart disease out!"

Speaking of this, Ma Donghe cursed and spat a mouthful of saliva, a reckless fierceness emerging on his face once again:

"Fortunately, my courage has been big enough since I was a child. Although I have never seen ghosts, I have never been afraid of ghosts either."

"At that time, seeing this old fellow buried in the dirt for so many years and still wanting to lecture me, anger rose from nowhere, and I went straight up, swung my arm around, and gave him two big slaps in the face!"

"As the saying goes, even evil ghosts fear being worn down by wicked people. With those two slaps of mine down, the old man was directly slapped away by me!"

Hearing this outrageous operation of 'righteousness eliminating relatives', Fang Cheng couldn't help but smile with amusement.

"Uh..."

Ma Donghe realized he had deviated, hurriedly coughed once, and pulled the topic back:

"My meaning is, according to the Special Investigation Team's usual tendencies, since the preliminary test had such evil test questions, then the psychological evaluation in this re-examination is probably about the same, or even more perverted."

"Because the difficulty of the re-examination is definitely above the preliminary test. To be honest, my heart is still a bit fearful now, not knowing whether tomorrow's interview will be very difficult."

"Didn't you get a high score last time?"

Fang Cheng asked casually.

"Yeah!"

Ma Donghe subconsciously puffed out his chest, looking proud:

"The proctor praised my willpower as firm, daring to throw punches in the face of fear, and could have originally given the highest score."

"However, it is a bit of a pity... because the performance in the test was slightly... outrageous, so 40 points were deducted back."

"Deducted 40 points?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit curious:

"What performance of yours caused the proctor to deduct points?"

Ma Donghe's Aura instantly deflated, his gaze shifting, saying hesitantly:

"They... said I do not respect the old and love the young, lack basic empathy, and have slight antisocial personality signs."

He then hurriedly patched it up:

"However, the proctor also said that given my performance is considered a family ethics dispute, it is still within a controllable range, only requiring me to forcibly go do a few psychological counseling sessions afterwards."

Looking at his guilty appearance, Fang Cheng understood in his heart.

When all was said and done, this guy was just bragging all along.

Out of a hundred points, deducting forty, it was actually just a passing sixty points.

Ma Donghe was made somewhat embarrassed by Fang Cheng's look, so he simply waved his hand and said with a solemn expression:

"Anyway, A-Cheng, the Special Investigation Team's psychological test is not simple."

"The illusions inside are too real, specially stirring up the things you fear or hate the most deep in your heart. We must treat it with caution, otherwise it is very easy to flip over."

"At that time, if you see some messy things, it is best to pretend nothing happened and just hold back your temper."

Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Cheng again, a hint of worry faintly showing in his eyes:

"A-Cheng, I know your physical fitness is good, and you have strength far surpassing ordinary Martial Artists."

"But this kind of psychological test does not compare whose fist is bigger, but who can put up a front better."

"People like us who practice martial arts sometimes have heavy murderous intent. I am just afraid you will not hold back your hand in the illusion and scare the proctors."

He was truly worried about Fang Cheng, this humanoid ferocious beast.

In case he exposed some world-destroying subconsciousness during the psychological test, he might end up being locked up directly as a dangerous element.

Fang Cheng's eyes moved slightly, his gaze falling on the tree shadows blown by the wind on the ground.

It seemed the Special Investigation Team's foundation was indeed profound.

This kind of test capable of stirring up subconscious illusions was obviously not something that could be done with simple drugs.

Most likely, some special item or a high-tier mental-type esper was utilized to guide the examinees into the illusion.

Just when Ma Donghe was somewhat apprehensive, an arc curved at the corner of Fang Cheng's mouth:

"I understand what you mean; the proctors and examination room responsible for the interview should be quite extraordinary, right?"

"That is right."

Ma Donghe nodded repeatedly:

"I heard Senior Brother Wei say before, the Special Investigation Team's interrogation room is not like the kind in the police department."

"It is said there are some... special arrangements inside. Anyway, you will know when you see it with your own eyes."

"Thanks for the reminder, I will pay attention."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded.

Seeing that he had listened, Ma Donghe grinned and restored his boisterous appearance.

Just as the two were conversing, a burst of noisy footsteps came from inside the teaching building's gates.

Several dejected examinees walked out in company, still cursing and complaining about the perverted difficulty of the questions.

Seeing this, Ma Donghe immediately reined in his words:

"A-Cheng, there are many people and eyes here. Finishing the administrative test counts as taking off half a burden. Let us go, bro will treat you to a restaurant in Nanluo Old Street, and eat a good meal to nourish the brain!"

Finishing speaking, he threw the remaining cigarette butt on the ground and forcefully ground it out with his sole.

Fang Cheng did not decline, striding forward to follow.

The two walked out of the campus side by side, merging into the bustling crowd on the street.

Because the National Special Police Academy had a special nature, cordon lines were drawn early at the main gate.

Furthermore, fully armed sentries were deployed to patrol, strictly prohibiting examinees' parents and idle personnel from gathering to watch.

On the wide street, there was no scene of relatives crowded and anxiously waiting like the ordinary gaokao.

Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe's families and friends naturally did not come either.

The two were happy to have peace and quiet, turning along the tree-lined path into the lively Nanluo Old Street nearby.

Casually finding a local restaurant with booming business, they ordered a few heavy dishes and gorged themselves.

Resting their feet along the way, gathering energy and storing up sharpness.

Waiting to welcome the afternoon's national language and foreign language exams, as well as tomorrow's interview.