Chapter 125: Chapter 35: The Deranged Fatty Chapter 125: Chapter 35: The Deranged Fatty Editor: Noodletown Translations “`
The fat guy stayed obediently in his seat; this twisted examination room actually had ten cameras.
Looking at the test paper in his hand that seemed like a Heavenly Book, the fat guy stared blankly at the ceiling.
How was Fat Brother supposed to write anything?
Shouldn’t the logistics exam ask questions like “At what temperature does a cigar taste best” or “How many lollipops are needed to satisfy one person’s daily energy needs”?
Alright, Fat Brother wouldn’t know the answers to those questions either.
Looking at the calculation problems on the test paper that seemed like Heavenly Books, the fat guy’s eyes went black, and he was about to faint.
Why was he still here suffering like this?
Was there really nothing wrong with what his dad said?
Young Master Harry suddenly began to doubt the truth of what his dad said.
After 2 hours of exam time, he had already sat there for a full hour, only writing down his name, and then spent the remaining time staring blankly.
The proctor noticed the unusual behavior of a little fat guy over there, so he walked over to see what the candidate was doing.
But as the proctor approached, something extremely baffling happened.
The little fat guy looked up, just in time to see him, and actually showed a silly grin with a somewhat simple-minded expression, staring straight at the proctor approaching him.
It turned out to be a female teacher, but unfortunately, her clothes were too tightly wrapped.
The fat guy stared at the increasingly near female proctor, commenting in his heart.
Why was the little fat guy staring at him?
When the proctor stood in front of the fat guy, he realized he might have done something silly.
But now it was too late, Harry had been staring into the female proctor’s eyes, big eyes meeting small ones, for a long time.
Finally, another proctor on the platform couldn’t stand it, lightly coughed to remind the female proctor over there.
The fat guy was now at an impasse and had no choice but to continue selling an innocent look with wide eyes.
The female proctor pursed her lips, signaling the fat guy to continue answering.
The fat guy glared sadly at the proctor, then lowered his head, picked up his pen, and tearfully wrote the first sentence on the second part of the subjective questions.
The first question: Please discuss several common methods in logistics transportation studies and their pros and cons.
Answer: I think, good dishes come from the common folk, homemade is unbeatable.
Today let’s talk about some details of home-cooked dishes, like, squash is best ripe, stir-frying is best done with high heat…
The female proctor saw that the fat guy had lowered his head to continue scribbling diligently and turned to walk back to the platform.
The fat guy was in the zone, and suddenly found it a great way to kill time.
In just five minutes, he wrote a lengthy section and then eagerly looked at the next question.
The second question: Currently, list five common types of transport ships in the military, and explain the development history and advantages of each.
Damn it, they also asked for the development history, could I skip this question with a VIP recharge?
The fat guy continued to write: I think, Fantasy Mecha is more suitable for novice players.
First of all, it is easier for newcomers to fulfill their dreams here, and it also lowers the entry difficulty.
Moreover, if I have money, I can buy awesome items, like those Spider Mines and War Scorpion Mines, which are particularly useful…
The third question: If you become a member of the college, briefly discuss what contribution you can make based on your own major.
The fat guy’s eyes lit up, finally a question Fat Brother could answer, so he happily picked up his pen: Here’s the thing, I would first taste all the food in the college, then systematically collect feedback from most people and then purchase secret recipes from professional food institutions to improve the food.
I can pay for this money myself because I am the man who wants to dominate the entire canteen, hahaha…
While the fat guy was answering the question insanely, hundreds of miles away in D-zone, Mu Fan had already awaited the end of the test.
“The special recruitment point’s physical test has ended, 790 people applied, 15 were eliminated, and 775 remain.
Candidates, please use your Identity Cards to go to the indicated area on one side to collect your Fighting Nameplate.
Please refer to the information on the Nameplate and go to the corresponding venue before 2 PM this afternoon for the Free Fighting Competition.
Please see the detailed rules, good luck to you all,” Lieutenant Nick encouraged the candidates.
The morning evaluation finally ended, and this year’s candidates were still good; the number of eliminations was much less than he had imagined.
Mu Fan followed the crowd and received his Fighting Nameplate, a piece of lustrous electronic nameplate marked with number 1578.
It seemed that the candidate number just now had been canceled, and it should be the collective ranking number of all candidates.
He looked at the rule information sent over.
“Random 1 vs 1 Fighting Tournament, taking the top one hundred, 8053 participants in the Fighting event, candidates will receive detailed venue arrangements in thirty minutes.”
Mu Fan walked out of the special recruitment examination room holding the electronic nameplate, still hearing whispers about him from the surrounding crowd as he left.
“Did you hear?
Apparently, someone amazing appeared at this special recruitment point this year.”
“Really?
Isn’t everyone who gets in here amazing?”
“You don’t know, there’s a young candidate who seems to have even attracted the attention of recruitment officers from the Five Great Colleges.”
“Then he must be a seed player.
I’ve heard every year some people are targets for colleges to vie for.
It’d be great if my son could be like that in the future.”
“You’re dreaming too big.” someone mocked mercilessly.
They had no idea the person they were talking about was passing by them so ordinarily.
Mu Fan didn’t care about these at all, put on his earphones, and prepared to find a place to eat.
“Black, quickly help me find a restaurant, I’m starving!”
He already made the first step successfully, and Mu Fan didn’t care what others thought or how they looked at him.
All he needed to do was to showcase his ability, ensuring he passed the exam smoothly.
He promised Fat Brother they would meet on the Blue Capital Star.
“At your service, my host.
Someone in the PO Battle Net left a message for you; do you want to listen?”
“No!”
…
As Mu Fan left, a well-dressed young man also walked out of the examination room on the other side, frowning as he listened to the whispers around, walked to the aristocratic special parking area, and then got into a specially made silver-gray Taigu-tori Floating Car.
As soon as the heavy car door closed, the young man leaning on the back of the seat took out his Sky Communication and dialed a number.
“Uncle Yang, it’s Yuan Ren, how’s the progress?”
…
“Encountered some unexpected individuals.
Overall candidate situation?”
…
“Not very optimistic?
Are there many geniuses this year…
Is there at least one guaranteed spot in each test site?”
…
“Understood, then please arrange one thing for me: secretly eliminate a candidate.
The examination number is…
Yes, it’s someone from my exam site.”
…
The young man closed the Sky Communication with a slight smile on his lips.
“Using free pass quotas?
The military indeed has its ways, the tricks involved, haha.”
The young man felt at ease as he entered a resting state.
This year’s batch of talented candidates seemed a bit surprising to the higher-ups.
He must firmly secure the top rank without any mistakes.
Isn’t it a perfect road?
His smile grew wider.
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