The fat examiner brought Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang to a classroom, said hello and left.

The person in charge of the written examination was a middle-aged bald man. He took the forms from the two of them, glanced at them, and said nonchalantly: "Sit down and find a seat. When everyone is here, the written examination will begin."

There were nearly fifty desks, only half of which were occupied. Both men and women were sitting there. They were all sitting upright, not daring to take a breath. They looked very nervous. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang sat in the back row.

After sitting for five minutes, Wu Ming yawned, took out his mobile phone and started playing games with the sound turned on...

"Let me touch one!" a delicate electronic female voice.

"Hurry up and play your cards, don't waste taxpayers' time!" said an impatient electronic male voice.

The examiner stared at Wu Ming with an unfriendly expression. There seemed to be veins on his face, but he didn't say anything. Is this the calm before the storm?

Zhuge Dachang coughed so loudly that he almost coughed out his lungs. Wu Ming ignored him and made him sweat profusely. This guy is really brave.

As a "futhu" sounded, Wu Ming turned off the game out of boredom. He looked up and found dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him, showing sympathy, contempt, and fear...

Wu Ming touched his nose and said with a smile: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not the examiner!"

You are not the examiner! But you are better than the examiner!

After a few minutes of silence, the problem baby was in trouble again. Wu Ming's cell phone rang, a death-like ringtone that challenged everyone's nerves and also challenged the examiner's bottom line...

After answering the phone, Yan Ruyu's roar came: "You bastard, come back and cook quickly, you want to starve me to death!"

Wu Ming picked his nostrils and said calmly: "Miss, I'm taking a written exam. Please don't call me. The examiner will get angry." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He is already angry! There are resentful spirits emerging from his head, and many people are gloating about his misfortune.

At this moment, the fat examiner came to the classroom with a dozen applicants, smiled at the bald examiner and said: "I've brought you fifteen more, are we almost there?"

The bald examiner nodded, collected the form, and said loudly: "Everyone, sit down and prepare for the written test."

Not long after the fat examiner walked out, a girl soon delivered the test paper.

After the test paper was handed out, Wu Ming just glanced at it, his calm expression gone. There were two hundred questions in three types, selection, judgment, and fill-in-the-blank. The questions covered ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign, even traffic rules, and they were all confusing.

Together, it looks like a mess.

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

The second question is a multiple choice question: How many ethnic groups are there in China? a56, b65, c108, d250.

There is no limit to academic qualifications, damn! Can someone who has never attended college answer the first question? The second question is even more difficult. Wu Ming racked his brains and couldn’t remember how many ethnic groups there are in China, but there is a voice in the dark.

Remind him it’s 250!

The bald examiner knocked on the table and said loudly: "You only have half an hour to answer the questions, and you are not allowed to leave the classroom!" After saying that, he looked at his watch, and then announced: "The timer starts now!"

Zhuge Dachang had just filled in his name and quickly started to answer the questions...

Wu Mingze took out his mobile phone, dialed Yan Ruyu's number, and said in a low voice: "Hey, Miss Yan, I have two hundred questions to ask you!"

"Aren't you taking the written test?" Yan Ruyu said coldly.

"Oh, it's just because I'm taking a written exam that I'm calling you." Wu Ming's tone was extremely sad.

"You don't know how? That's why you want me to help you..." Yan Ruyu made a long final note, creating a bit of suspense, and hummed: "No way."

"Answer 200 questions in half an hour, it seems you can't do it either!" Wu Ming used the most old-fashioned method of provocation.

"Who said I can't do it? Humph! Turn on the 3G video."

quiet!

He actually cheated blatantly? What an exaggeration? Everyone forgot to answer the questions, all turned their attention to Wu Ming, and then secretly glanced at the examiner...

The bald examiner, who had always had a gloomy face, suddenly smiled and nodded in approval: "Bodyguards must learn to adapt to changes and make the most accurate judgment in the shortest time. Who is Wu Ming? No matter what your written test score is, this is my comment to you.

Also...excellent!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming just shrugged his shoulders without raising his head.

Damn! This will work!

The examination room suddenly became a mess, everyone took out their mobile phones, Baidu, Baidu, called mom, called mom...

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Wu Ming had bluetooth plugged into his ears, holding a cell phone camera in one hand, and writing quickly with a pen in the other hand, but he couldn't keep up with Yan Ruyu's answer speed, and kept asking to slow down...

Originally, he just sought medical treatment due to a sudden illness. He did not expect that Yan Ruyu, a woman who was so powerful, could be said to have learned both Chinese and Western knowledge. She could even answer questions on modern Western history. Wu Ming was secretly shocked.

Big breasts and no brains, or vice versa? It seems that Yan Ruyu is smart for a reason!

Zhuge Liang had an all-encompassing mind and was rich in knowledge, but his thirty-eighth generation grandson Zhuge Dachang had no ideas. He had to think for a moment before he could finish the next sentence under the bright moonlight in front of his bed.

Of course, if Wu Ming answered, "two pairs of shoes on the floor" would probably be the answer.

Zhuge Dachang was unable to solve nine out of ten questions. Zhuge Dachang was a little at a loss. After seeing Wu Ming's call, he became very excited. He quickly opened his eyes to peek at the answer, stretched his neck like a giraffe, and finally found that he was tired and panicked.

, simply moved the table next to Wu Ming, and copied it openly...

Twenty minutes later, Wu Ming’s cell phone beeped and the battery ran out!

"Use mine to fight!" Zhuge Dachang hurriedly donated his antique mobile phone.

"No need? There are only the last twenty questions left. Just rely on our intelligence..." Wu Ming scanned the last few questions, his face stiffened, and he said stiffly: "Give me the phone!"

Wu Ming took the phone and was suddenly stunned. He didn't know Yan Ruyu's phone number.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh! The phone number is stored in the mobile phone card. I don't know her phone number." Wu Ming smiled bitterly, looked at the antique mobile phone in his hand, and sighed: "Your mobile phone is so backward that you can't even check it online."

"It seems we can only rely on ourselves..." Zhuge Dachang looked at the title and read it casually: "Who has never died in the ancient times of life..."

Wu Ming pondered for a long time and replied decisively: "Keep your loyalty for the sake of betrayal!"

Hearing Wu Ming's words, someone next to him snickered. Zhuge Dachang asked cautiously: "Are you sure? Is this answer reliable?"

"Do you have someone more reliable?" Wu Ming asked back. Zhuge Dachang was speechless, and the two quickly wrote down the answer.

Choose d for all multiple-choice questions. In the eyes of the two men, d is always the most ideal answer. For true-false questions, just ggxx. The last question is fill-in-the-blank. Quatrain: Two orioles sing in the green willows. What is the next sentence?

A fool will always find something after all his worries. Zhuge Dachang slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Damn it, I taught you this question when I was in elementary school. I know it."

"What is it?"

"Two orioles sing at the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the western sky!"

Wu Ming nodded and praised: "I often hear the phrase 'Send you to the West' when watching TV. It seems right. Brother Zhu is very talented!"

"A prize, a prize! Haha..."

The ignorant and shameless two people completed the written test, laughing very wildly and without any self-awareness.

"Time's up, hand in your paper!" the bald examiner shouted.

Tragedy fills the land...

Two hundred questions had to be answered within thirty minutes. This was not an easy task, let alone correct or wrong. No one except Wu Ming could complete the answer sheet.

The bald examiner didn't care about this. After collecting the test papers, he said loudly: "You guys wait here, the written test results will be out soon."

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As soon as the bald examiner left, the classroom immediately became noisy, and small circles soon formed. Those who felt good about themselves were already looking forward to a better future, while those who had low self-esteem were a little depressed. Wu Ming put his legs on the table, closed his eyes and rested, Zhuge

Dachang plays the ancient mobile phone game: Snake.

Twenty minutes later, the bald examiner returned to the classroom again, and everyone calmed down.

"Those whose names I read below can take the next round of exams..."

There were nearly fifty applicants. After the written examination, more than twenty passed. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang were both promoted. There was an additional written examination score on the registration form. Both of them scored 90 points, which was the highest score in the written examination.

The reviews are all excellent.

Both of them were somewhat complacent. They scored 90 points. It seemed that they only got 20 questions wrong. Thinking about it, they felt something was wrong. They answered 20 questions themselves. Couldn't it be such a coincidence?

A group of more than 20 people followed the unsmiling bald examiner to the fighting training ground on the 16th floor. The wooden floor was shiny and the word "武" was written on all four walls. It looked a bit like a martial arts gym. It was empty and without any equipment.

There were about ten people sitting cross-legged inside, several of them were foreigners, and even the examiner was a foreigner, a big black man as strong as a mountain.

The black examiner spoke English. He briefly introduced a dozen men and women sitting cross-legged. They were all instructors from the Anler Security Company, and they taught free fighting, boxing, judo, karate, and taekwondo.

, Muay Thai, martial arts...

This level is about grappling and fighting!

Applicants can challenge any instructor, but they are not allowed to use their feet when challenging the boxing instructor, and they are not allowed to use their fists when challenging the judo instructor. Other than that, there are not many rules.

Just as the black examiner finished speaking, an applicant couldn't help but jumped out. It was a tall, strong young man with a mustache. The person he challenged directly was the Chinese martial arts instructor, a short old man who looked a little rickety!

Wu Ming sighed secretly, the most inconspicuous ones are often the most powerful ones, and the outstanding ones always die the fastest.

The little old man walked slowly to the center of the field, and as soon as he got into position, the applicant with a mustache showed no respect for the elderly. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the little old man and swept him with a powerful and heavy side kick...

Silent as a rotten tree and moving as fast as a rabbit, the little old man quickly dwarfed his body, put on his crotch, and pushed his hands on Mustache's independent leg. Mustache screamed in pain and flew several meters away. He held his thigh and couldn't get up for a long time.

Instant kill!

Quick, accurate and ruthless! This little old man is really awesome! All the applicants were sweating, and no one dared to stand up for a long time. Wu Ming twisted his waist and walked out slowly...

"Which instructor do you want to challenge?" the black examiner asked in English.

"Anyone will do!"

Didn't this kid learn from the mistakes of the budding bird just now? He actually dared to say such arrogant words. The Taekwondo instructor, who couldn't hold himself back, took the initiative to stand up. A middle-aged uncle with pigtails, a white robe and a black belt, no

I don't know what rank it is, but if you can be an instructor, your rank will definitely not be too low.

Wu Ming assumed a golden rooster stand, with his hands spread out like a roc with his orchid fingers, and his body was swaying as if having a convulsion.

What is this for fun?

The braided instructor must have a hot temper. After seeing Wu Ming's strange posture, he rushed towards Wu Ming in several strides. Without any fancy moves, he directly raised his foot and kicked...

Wu Ming took two steps back in panic. He stumbled and fell to the ground. He just missed the thunderous kick. His outstretched left foot just happened to trip the pigtailed instructor. Unfortunately, the pigtailed instructor's groin also fell.

It happened to hit Wu Ming's straightened right knee!

With a muffled groan, the pigtailed instructor held his little brother and rolled on the ground in pain. The two instructors quickly helped him down...

Is this too much of a coincidence? Could we have better luck? Everyone’s opinion is on this.

There are only two people who don’t think so!

Zhuge Dachang's original solemn expression relaxed and revealed a faint smile. When he was queuing to grab a seat, he didn't get knocked away. You knew that this kid was not a simple guy. He was indeed a master!

The little old man's eyes flashed with light, and he snorted coldly. His performance was indeed flawless. Unfortunately, the seemingly flawless coincidence was his biggest flaw. A Taekwondo instructor who specializes in footwork is not someone who can stumble.

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Wu Ming coughed twice, climbed up, and asked weakly: "Does this count as my win?"

"It doesn't count! It doesn't count!" the little rickety old man yelled, and slowly walked to the field again, pretending to be dumbfounded: "How can coincidences count? Come on, come on, come on, let me, old man, sign with you."

Wu Ming looked sanctimonious: "It's really morally bankrupt to attack an old man. I'm not that kind of person!"

The rickety little old man scorned: "You are a man with no talent, you are a monster!"
Chapter completed!