"What did the examiners deduct points for?"

Ma Donghe’s demeanor instantly deflated, his eyes evasive, stammering: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"They... said I lack respect for the elderly and care for the young, lack basic empathy, and show slight signs of antisocial personality."

He hastily tried to make amends:

"However, the examiner also said, given my performance was considered a family dispute, it’s still within a controllable range, just requires mandatory psychological counseling a few times afterward."

Fang Cheng looked at him with a guilty expression, understanding in his heart.

So, in the end, it turned out this guy is just boasting.

Full marks are a hundred, deducting forty points, it actually just barely passes with sixty.

Feeling a bit embarrassed by Fang Cheng’s gaze, Ma Donghe simply waved his hand and said seriously:

"In any case, Ah Cheng, the psychological test of the Special Search Team isn’t easy."

"The illusions in there are too real, specifically designed to provoke the deepest fears or rage inside you. We must take it seriously, otherwise it’s easy to mess up."

"By then, if you see some chaotic stuff, it’s best to pretend nothing happened, just hold your temper."

At this point, he glanced at Fang Cheng, with a hint of worry in his eyes:

"Ah Cheng, I know you have good physical strength, you’re very strong."

"But this psychological test isn’t about who has the bigger fists, but who can act better."

"For people like us who practice martial arts, sometimes the killing intent is strong. I’m just worried that in the Illusion Realm, you might not hold back and scare the examiners."

He was genuinely concerned that Fang Cheng, this human-shaped beast, might accidentally reveal some world-destroying subconscious impulse in the psychological test, possibly being deemed a dangerous individual and locked up on the spot.

Fang Cheng’s eyes moved slightly, his gaze falling on the shadow of trees blowing in the wind on the ground.

It seems the foundation of the Special Search Team is indeed profound.

This test capable of inducing subconscious illusions clearly isn’t achieved simply with drugs.

Most likely, some special items or High Order Spiritual mutants were used to guide candidates into the Illusion Realm.

While Ma Donghe was somewhat apprehensive, the corners of Fang Cheng’s mouth curved into a slight smile:

"I understand your point, the examiners responsible for the interview and the venue must be quite atypical, right?"

"Exactly."

Ma Donghe nodded repeatedly:

"I’ve heard from Brother Wei, the interrogation room of the Special Search Team isn’t like the kind in police stations."

"Apparently, there are some... special arrangements inside. Anyway, you’ll know when you see it yourself."

"Thanks for the reminder, I’ll be careful."

Fang Cheng nodded with a smile.

Seeing him take it in, Ma Donghe let out a grin, returning to his carefree demeanor.

While the two were talking, a noise of chaotic footsteps echoed from inside the school building entrance.

While the two were talking, a commotion was heard from the entrance of the school building.

A few dejected candidates walked out together, still cursing and complaining about the absurd difficulty of the questions.

Seeing this, Ma Donghe immediately stopped the conversation:

"Ah Cheng, there are many eyes and ears here, finishing the aptitude test is half the burden lifted, come on, I’ll treat you to a meal on Nanluo Old Street to nourish our brains!"

As he spoke, he tossed the remaining cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out hard with his shoe.

Fang Cheng didn’t refuse, stepping forward to follow.

The two walked out of the school’s main gate together, blending into the bustling crowd on the street.

Due to the special nature of the National Special Police Officer Academy, a warning line was early drawn at the entrance.

Armed sentinels patrolled with loaded guns, strictly forbidding candidates’ parents and onlookers from gathering and observing.

The broad streets didn’t exhibit scenes filled with anxious waiting relatives like typical college entrance exams.

The family and friends of Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe naturally didn’t come either.

The two enjoyed the peace, turning onto the lively Nanluo Old Street alongside the tree-lined path.

Casually choosing a busy local restaurant, they ordered a few hearty dishes and feasted.

Taking a break, conserving energy.

Preparing to face the afternoon tests in Mandarin and foreign languages, and tomorrow’s interview.