Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1218 - 592

From his seat, Fang Cheng’s gaze drifted towards a passing figure.

Unbeknownst to him, the invigilator had already spun a tale of family drama in their imagination.

After marking the final answer on a tactical deduction question, he paused briefly before capping his pen.

"Click."

The subtle sound prompted nearby examinees to turn their heads.

Fang Cheng maintained his composure, then meticulously reviewed the entire exam paper from beginning to end.

This administrative aptitude test, part of the spring recruitment for the Special Search Team, was incredibly demanding, encompassing subjects such as law, psychology, political science, and military strategy.

For candidates whose skills were limited to physical training, with minds as empty as their muscles were full, these questions were as incomprehensible as ancient scriptures.

However, for Fang Cheng, blessed with an extraordinary memory and a superior Spirit Attribute, tackling them was entirely without difficulty.

Whether it involved vast amounts of memorized information or complex theoretical analyses.

In his perspective, they were as straightforward as basic arithmetic exercises from elementary school.

Fang Cheng turned his head, casually surveying his surroundings.

Several burly individuals ahead of him were furrowed brows, appearing on the verge of crushing their pens.

Across the aisle to his right, a young woman was biting her lip, intently focused on a political theory question, her eyes visibly red with worry.

Indeed, for many from humble backgrounds.

Gaining entry into the Special Search Team, a national institution, represented the ultimate stepping stone for social advancement, paving the way to a prosperous future.

How many individuals could truly remain calm and collected when faced with a challenge that held the key to their future destiny?

Observing the tense, sweat-drenched faces throughout the examination hall, Fang Cheng felt a pang of empathy.

Among these individuals might be his future colleagues, working alongside him in the same building.

Not so long ago, he too had been in their shoes.

Striving for success, carrying the weight of his family’s hopes, trapped by societal expectations, and fearful of making any misstep.

It was just that now, possessing extraordinary power, he had the confidence to step outside the established game and begin to truly command his own destiny.

The judgments of the outside world, the fame and fortune that people pursued, seemed like fleeting clouds to him, incapable of stirring any significant emotion.

After enduring six months of life-or-death trials and undergoing profound personal transformation, Fang Cheng had come to a clear understanding.

Only the power he wielded directly in his hands served as life's most dependable anchor.

If he hadn't displayed that astonishing Talent in Martial Arts previously.

How could a distinguished figure like Shi Chengyi have personally approached him to join the Special Search Team, even offering assistance to bypass the background check hurdles?

Thinking about it, with his current capabilities, if he were inclined to transgress boundaries, to seize, or to eliminate.

The wealth, power, and adoration that most people fantasized about would be easily within his grasp.

But even if attained, what then?

These superficial, external gains could not be converted into sustenance for physical evolution.

In terms of value, they were likely less significant than several dozen pounds of high-calorie beef jerky, which would provide a greater reserve of True Qi, a far more crucial asset.

With this realization, Fang Cheng gave a slight shake of his head, a faint smile gracing his lips as he pulled his wandering thoughts back into focus.

Nevertheless, it must be said, the recruitment examination for the Special Search Team was commendably equitable.

Whether one aspired to frontline special operative roles or applied for support and administrative positions as civilian staff, the identical examination paper was utilized.

The sole distinction lay in the score weighting.

Special personnel candidates primarily needed to excel in physical and practical assessments, with written test scores often merely needing to reach the minimum pass threshold.

However, for civilian applicants, this written examination, coupled with tomorrow's interview, constituted a critical gateway that determined their fate.

Fang Cheng lifted his head, his gaze sweeping towards the clock mounted above the blackboard.

The second hand swept forward, marking the passage of time.

There was still over an hour remaining until the conclusion of the test.

He had no desire to idly squander this time.

Consequently, he pushed his chair back and rose to his feet.

The wooden legs of the chair emitted a brief, subdued scraping sound against the floor.

Instantly, dozens of eyes within the examination hall shifted their focus towards him.

Reactions ranged from surprise and doubt to envy and even outright disbelief.

Fang Cheng met these stares with unruffled calm, descended the steps towards the podium, and placed his completed paper neatly upon the desk.

Then, under the intrigued gaze of the invigilator, he walked with steady purpose out of the somewhat stifling classroom.

He proceeded through the corridor and emerged from the main entrance of the academic building.

The early summer sunlight, tinged with noticeable warmth, embraced him directly.Fang Cheng found himself positioned on the expansive granite stairs, drawing in a deep inhalation of the crisp, outdoor atmosphere, thus purging the stale air from his lungs. Just then, a gruff exclamation pierced the air from beneath a sizable pagoda tree nearby. "Hey, Ah Cheng! You submitted your paper this fast as well?" Turning his gaze towards the source of the sound, Fang Cheng observed a hulking figure, built like a bear, standing under the tree's dense canopy. Ma Donghe, clad in a form-fitting black T-shirt and sporting a wide grin, a half-extinguished cigarette dangling from his fingers, began to stride purposefully towards Fang Cheng. "What’s the situation? Judging by your composed demeanor, did you ace the exam?" Descending the steps, Fang Cheng proceeded to meet Ma Donghe, engaging in lighthearted banter. "Not even close!" Ma Donghe drew nearer, took a substantial puff from his cigarette, and exhaled a significant plume of smoke, adopting an nonchalant air. "I chose the answers for those multiple-choice sections by rolling dice. As for the lengthy theoretical questions, I simply filled the spaces with impressive-sounding jargon."