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  The fat examiner took Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang to a classroom and left after saying hello.

  The middle-aged bald invigilator took the two men's forms, scanned them briefly and said indifferently: "Find a seat and sit down. The test will begin when everyone is present."

  Almost fifty desks, only half of them were occupied, with both males and females present. Each one sat upright with their backs straight, not even daring to breathe heavily, extremely tense. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang sat in the back row.

  After sitting for five minutes, Wu Ming let out a yawn, took out his phone and started playing games with the sound on.

  "Just let others touch it!" A soft and sweet electronic female voice.

  "Hurry up and deal the cards, don't waste taxpayers' time!" An impatient electronic male voice.

  The chief examiner's expression was unfavorable as he stared at Wu Ming, with a hint of a vein bulging on his face, but he didn't say anything. Was this the calm before the storm?

  Zhuge Dachang coughed loudly, almost coughing up his lungs, but Wu Ming pretended not to notice, getting anxious and sweating profusely. This kid's got a big enough nerve.

  As a "fart" sound rang out, Wu Ming shut down the game in boredom and looked up to find dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him, with sympathy, disdain, and terror...

  Wu Ming rubbed his nose and smiled: "Why are you all looking at me? I'm not the examiner!"

  Not the main examiner! But more powerful than the main examiner!

  After a few minutes of silence, the troublemaker struck again. Wu Ming's phone rang, with a ringtone that was both seductive and nerve-wracking, challenging everyone's nerves as well as the examiner's bottom line...

  "Get back here and cook dinner right now, you scoundrel! Does Miss want to starve to death?!"

  Wu Ming picked his nose and said calmly, "Miss, I'm in the middle of a written test. Please don't call me, the examiner will get angry." Then he hung up directly.

  He's already furious! His head is emitting resentful spirits, and many people are secretly rejoicing.

  Just then, the fat examiner brought in over a dozen candidates and said to the bald examiner with a smile: "I've brought fifteen more, that's almost enough people, right?"

  The bald examiner nodded and said loudly after taking the form: "Everyone sit down well and get ready for the written test."

  Not long after the fat examiner walked out, a girl soon brought over the exam papers.

  After receiving the exam paper, Wu Ming only took a glance and his calm expression was gone. The 200 questions were divided into three types: multiple choice, true or false, and fill-in-the-blank. The topics covered everything from ancient to modern times, China and abroad, even including traffic rules, all mixed together in a confusing manner.

  The first question is a fill-in-the-blank: What is the formula for calculating the area of a cone?

  The second question is a multiple-choice question: How many ethnic groups are there in China? A) 56, B) 65, C) 0, D) 250.

  What's the point of saying no limit on education? The first question is impossible to answer if you haven't been to college! And the second one is even harder, Wu Ming racked his brains but couldn't think of how many ethnic groups there are in China, when suddenly a voice whispered to him that it was 250!

  The bald examiner knocked on the table and said loudly, "You have only half an hour to answer questions, no one is allowed to leave the classroom!" He glanced at his watch and then announced, "Timing starts now!"

  Zhuge Dachang had just finished writing his name when those who were quick in their actions already started answering questions...

  Wu Ming then took out his mobile phone, dialed Yan Ruyi's number, and said in a low and humble tone: "Hehe, Miss Yan, I have 200 questions to ask you!"

  "Isn't it in the written test?" Yan Ruyu said coldly.

  "Alas, it's because I'm in a written test, that's why I called." Wu Ming's tone was infinitely sorrowful.

  "Isn't it? So you want me to help... " Yan Ruyu drew out a long tail tone, creating some suspense before humming: "No way."

  "Half an hour to answer 200 questions, it's still not enough!" Wu Ming used the most clichéd method of intimidation.

  "Who says I'm not capable? Hmph! Open the G video."

  Quiet!

  Isn't that blatant cheating? Isn't that too exaggerated? Everyone forgot to answer the questions, and they all looked at Wu Ming, then secretly glanced at the examiner...

  The examiner, who had been gloomy the whole time, suddenly broke into a smile and nodded in approval: "A bodyguard must learn to think on his feet and make accurate judgments in the shortest amount of time. Wu Ming, isn't that right? Regardless of your written test scores, my evaluation is... excellent!"

  Wu Ming heard this and just shrugged his shoulders without even lifting his head.

  Awesome! This is all good!

  The exam room suddenly became chaotic, everyone took out their mobile phones, some searched on Baidu, while others called their mothers...

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  Wu Ming had earplugs in his ears, one hand pinching the phone camera, and the other hand writing quickly with a pen, but he couldn't keep up with Yan Ruyi's answering speed, frequently shouting "Slow down..."

  Originally, it was just a desperate attempt to seek medical help, but unexpectedly, Yan Ruyu turned out to be such an formidable woman, who could be said to have mastered both Chinese and Western knowledge. She even answered questions about modern Western history, leaving Wu Ming secretly astonished.

  Big chest and no brain, on the contrary? Yan Ruyu's cleverness is not without reason!

  Zhuge Liang had a mind that encompassed all things, with knowledge as vast as five carts full of books. However, his 38th generation descendant Zhuge Dachang was illiterate and couldn't even recite the next line of the poem "Bedside Moonlight" without thinking for a moment.

  Of course, if Wu Ming answered, I estimate "two pairs of shoes on the ground" would be the answer.

  Ten questions, nine of which he couldn't do, Zhuge Dachang was a bit at a loss. After a phone call to Wu Ming, the situation became chaotic and he hastily opened his eyes to steal the answers, stretching his neck like a giraffe. Finally, feeling tired, he simply moved the table next to Wu Ming and openly copied...

  Twenty minutes later, Wu Ming's mobile phone went dead after a beep!

  "Use mine!" Zhuge Dachang hastily contributed his antique mobile phone.

  "Isn't that enough? There are only twenty questions left, just rely on our intelligence...” Wu Ming scanned the last few questions, his face stiffened, and he said bluntly: "Give me your phone!"

  Wu Ming took over the phone and suddenly froze, he didn't know Yan Ruyi's phone number.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Hmm! The phone number is on the SIM card, I don't know her phone number." Wu Ming smiled wryly and held up his antique mobile phone, sighing: "This phone is too outdated, can't even search online."

  "It's up to us now......" Zhuge Dachang muttered the title and recited it casually: "Who has not died in life..."

  Wu Ming hesitated for a moment before responding firmly: "Leave and take your treacherous heart with you!"

  When Wu Ming said that, someone next to him let out a snicker. Zhuge Dachang cautiously asked, "Are you sure? Is this answer reliable?"

  "Isn't there a more reliable way?" Wu Ming asked back, Zhuge Dachang was speechless, and the two quickly picked up their pens to write down the answer.

  Multiple choice questions all choose D, in the eyes of two men, D is always the most ideal answer. Judgment questions are casual GGXX. The last question is a fill-in-the-blank: "Two orioles chirp on the green willow", what's the next sentence?

  A fool may sometimes think of something that is right, Zhuge Dachang slapped his thigh and laughed: "Damn it, this question was taught in elementary school, I know it."

  "What is it?"

  "Two orioles sing amidst the green willows, a line of egrets flies towards the western sky!"

  Wu Ming nodded and praised: "I often hear the phrase 'sent to the Western Sky' on TV, it's correct, Pig Brother is talented!"

  "Too kind! Too kind! Haha..."

  The two of them, completely unaware of their own shamelessness, finished the written test with great fanfare and laughter, utterly lacking in self-awareness.

  "Time's up, hand in your papers!" The bald examiner shouted loudly.

  A vast expanse of sorrow...

  Two hundred questions need to be answered within thirty minutes, which is not an easy task at all. Not to mention the accuracy, except for Wu Ming and two others, no one can fill out the answer sheet completely.

  The bald examiner didn't care about these things. After collecting the exam papers, he said loudly: "You all wait here for a while, the written test results will be out soon."

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  As soon as the bald examiner left, the classroom immediately became lively, and soon formed small circles. Those who felt good about themselves began to look forward to a bright future, while those who were inferior felt somewhat disappointed. Wu Ming put his legs on the table, closed his eyes and rested, while Zhuge Dachang played an old mobile game: Snake.

  Twenty minutes later, the bald examiner returned to the classroom, and everyone quieted down voluntarily.

  "The following people whose names I have just read out can proceed to the next round of examination..."

  Nearly fifty applicants, after the written test, more than twenty passed, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang both advanced, with a score of 90 points on their application forms, the highest in the written test, and both received excellent comments.

  Both of them were quite pleased with themselves, 90 points, and only got twenty questions wrong. Thinking about it, they felt a bit uneasy, as if there was something not quite right. Twenty questions that they had answered themselves, how could that be so coincidental?

  A group of twenty or so people followed a bald, stern-looking examiner to the 16th floor's combat training room. The wooden floor was polished to a high shine, and all four walls had the character for "martial" written on them, giving it a somewhat martial arts hall-like atmosphere. The room was empty, with no equipment of any kind inside. There were about ten people sitting cross-legged on the floor, including several foreigners - even the examiner was a foreigner, a massive black man who looked like a mountain.

  The black examiner spoke in English, briefly introducing a dozen or so men and women sitting cross-legged on the floor. They were all instructors from Anle Insurance Company, teaching free combat, boxing, judo, karate, taekwondo, Thai boxing, national arts...

  This level is all about grappling!

  Applicants can challenge any instructor, but challenging the boxing instructor is not allowed to use feet, and challenging the judo instructor is not allowed to throw punches. Apart from that, there are no too many rules.

  The black examiner had just finished speaking, and a candidate couldn't help but jump out. He was a tall and sturdy young man with a small mustache, who directly challenged the national martial arts instructor, an old man who seemed to be slightly hunched over!

  Wu Ming sighed quietly, the most inconspicuous ones are often the most formidable, and the birds that stick their heads out always die the fastest.

  The old man slowly walked to the center of the field, just as he was about to take his stance, the young whisker who was applying for the job showed no respect for the elderly and rushed towards the old man in a few steps, sweeping past with a powerful and forceful side kick...

  Still as a withered tree, swift as a startled rabbit. The old man's body quickly shortened, his hands pushed against the independent legs of Little Whiskers, who let out a pained cry and flew several meters away, clutching at his thigh for half a day before he could get up.

  One-second kill!

  Fast and ruthless! This old man is really formidable! The applicants were sweating, no one dared to stand out for a long time. Wu Ming twisted his waist and walked out slowly...

  "Which instructor would you like to challenge?" the black examiner asked in English.

  "Any one will do!"

  Didn't this kid learn from the previous bird's lesson? He actually dared to say such arrogant words, and the impatient Taekwondo instructor stood up voluntarily. A middle-aged uncle with a small braid, wearing a white robe and black belt, didn't know what rank he was, but as an instructor, his rank definitely wouldn't be too low.

  Wu Ming struck a pose like the Golden Rooster, his hands spread wide with fingers splayed like an orchid, his body swaying back and forth as if he were having a seizure.

  What's this?

  Xiao Dianzi's temper should be quite explosive, but after seeing Wu Ming's eerie setup, he took several big strides towards Wu Ming, without any fancy moves, and directly lifted his foot to deliver a straight kick...

  Wu Ming retreated two steps in a panic, his feet slipping out from under him as he fell to the ground. He barely avoided Lei Feng's swift kick, and his left foot happened to trip up Little Braid Instructor. Unfortunately, Little Braid Instructor's groin also happened to collide with Wu Ming's right knee!

  A low hum, Instructor Xiaozai covered his little brother in pain and rolled all over the ground, two instructors hurriedly helped him down...

  This is also too coincidental, can't luck be better? The voice of the people.

  Only two people don't think so!

  Zhuge Dachang's originally solemn expression relaxed, revealing a faint smile. The queue rushed to grab the position, and if he wasn't blown away by himself, he knew this kid was not simple. Indeed, he was a master!

  The old man's eyes burst out with a sharp light, and he let out a cold hum. His performance was indeed flawless, but unfortunately, the seemingly perfect coincidence was his biggest weakness. A taekwondo instructor who specialized in footwork wasn't someone who could be easily tripped up by just anyone.

  Wu Ming coughed lightly twice, got up, and weakly asked: "Does this count as me winning?"

  "Not counted! Not counted!" The hunchbacked old man shouted, walking slowly to the center of the arena again, pretending to be silly: "How can a coincidence count? Come on, come on, let's compare with me, an old man."

  Wu Ming's face was stern and dignified: "To lay hands on an elderly person is truly a collapse of morality, I am not that kind of person!"

  "Hunchbacked old man spat: 'A man without a backbone, a freak!'"

  Wu Ming rubbed his nose and smiled: "Alright, I'll play along."

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