Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 70
"Check whether the name, ID card, and test type on the seat match your own. If there is any discrepancy, please report to the examiner."

The female voice of the electronic broadcast echoed, and there were a few bald and rigid middle-aged people sitting sporadically in the hall.

This morning's driving test subject took two tests before he could barely pass with a score of 91. It stands to reason that He Luo should have looked at the questions for the professional qualification test a few times now.

But his eyes flicked back and forth among the middle-aged people sitting around him like a thief.

Those middle-aged people have very good luck, and the worst is "auspicious". When I went out today, I paid a little attention to myself, and I was just a mediocre "little lucky". is extremely important.

Especially after it was known that only one person could pass the professional qualification examination, the meaning in the eyes of everyone looking at each other became more complicated.

Not an opponent, but better than an opponent.

It's just that the other middle-aged people are all experienced veterans who are deeply immersed in the world. They hide in the dark when observing their opponents, not as obvious as He Luo.

Just as these people were fighting in the dark, in the blink of an eye, the door of the waiting room was suddenly pushed open.

The one who entered the door was a young man with black-rimmed glasses and neat short black hair. He was tall and thin, carrying a gray shoulder bag, and holding tightly in his hand the written test question bank for the professional qualification examination.

There was a crescent-like smile on his face from beginning to end, and the whole person looked like a piece of cheerful music.

His curious gaze scanned the room, and finally settled on He Luo.

He Luo naturally noticed him too, but the meaning was completely opposite, and he murmured silently in his heart: "Don't come to me, don't come to me, go to the side, go to the side!"

Naturally, it was impossible for the short-haired boy to guess what was going on in his mind, so he walked over directly and greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, hello classmate, I'm a student of the University of Political Science and Law, Lin Hao, a senior this year,"

Luzhou University of Political Science and Law, a real 985 institution, this guy is exactly what he looks like, a super academic.

But Brother Xueba, why don't you be so familiar with yourself?

He Luo lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The three high schools in Cannes, He Luo"

The expression on Lin Hao's face was not to mention how exciting it was, he had expected He Luo to be a student who was about his age or younger.

But it never occurred to him for a moment that He Luo was actually a high school student who hadn't finished the college entrance examination.

Lin Hao's "wow" expression flashed past, and then changed into his iconic smile again
"Then I can call you junior, right? Junior He Luo, you are too amazing. While studying in high school, you still have free time to prepare for the professional qualification exam. Hahaha, I always thought that I, a senior student, was already It's early enough!"

He did not hide his praise at all, and his face was full of admiration for He Luo.

During this period, He Luo glanced at him quietly, with thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and sharp edges and corners on his face. Even He Luo, who considers himself a super handsome guy, thinks this man looks really good.

There is no effeminate atmosphere under the deformed aesthetic, and there is not too much masculinity in the body that makes people resist.

In a society that looks at faces, such an excellent appearance is undoubtedly the best trump card to use.

Even He Luo, who was extremely repulsed by his sitting at the beginning, couldn't help subconsciously changing his opinion of him a little.

However, He Luo still opened his mouth and said nothing to himself: "Senior is also very busy with college studies, right? As far as I know, passing the vocational qualification examination does not add any credits? Does the senior want to...?"

Lin Hao smiled heartily, and did not hide his thoughts: "Haha, of course I want to become a pumping agent. Freedom of work, income level, elite class, no matter which one is difficult for other professions to match. My family gave me two years Time, as long as I pass the professional qualification exam before graduation, I don't have to go back to be a lawyer!"

"Go back to be a lawyer?" He Luo was puzzled: "Does your family run a law firm?"

Lin Hao shook his head speciously: "It's not entirely true, my parents are just partners in the law firm, and I majored in law as an undergraduate, so they think it's more appropriate for me to practice in a law firm after graduation. .”

He Luo nodded. He knew that asking further questions would involve other people's privacy, so he stopped quickly: "Then your parents are quite reasonable. They gave you at least two years, didn't they?"

Lin Hao seemed to be thinking about something and lost his mind. After a long time, he shook his head, made an embarrassed expression, and smiled: "Maybe."

"But to be honest, I failed once last year. This year, the handover of the work of the student union and the Youth League branch is already exhausted. I have to spare time to prepare for the exam. When the pressure of the graduation thesis in the second half of the year comes up, maybe I There's really no time."

According to Lin Hao, this exam is probably the last time he has a suitable chance to take the exam.

Although he has some sympathy for him, He Luo is also thinking that the reality is cruel. In order to control the quota of professional drafters, the draft exam is a single-plank bridge, and only one person can finally pass.

If it's normal, it's okay for us to be friends, but...
"Today is destined to be a successful one and a thousand bones to wither."

Lin Hao turned his head slightly: "Huh? What did you say just now, junior? Sorry, I was distracted and didn't hear clearly."

He Luo waved his hand, signaling that he doesn't need to pay attention, and at the same time pointed to the middle-aged woman in a formal suit and high heels who came in from the door. She had a dark blue badge on her collar, which read "invigilator" three times. Character.

The invigilator, Mu Su, glanced at every candidate in the waiting room, and emphasized sharply: "There are still 5 minutes before the official start of the exam. Please keep quiet. During the exam, you will be called in two groups. Enter the test area, this test is a computer-based test, and the whole process is videotaped."

He Luo felt the coercion coming from the female invigilator and shuddered. He thought that he was worthy of being an invigilator here. He must be extremely powerful as a substitute.

He couldn't help but start to worry about the interview session after the written test. Candidates had to face three invigilators who were similar to the women in front of them. Not only did they need to answer their questions, but they also needed to show their card-drawing skills and unique insights.

Compared with those top big company interviews, it is even worse.This is why the dead questions that the substitute candidates often talk about are easy and the active questions are difficult.

Lin Hao beside him no longer chatted with him, and turned over the written test question bank in his hand for the final review. Extremely, you can almost hear the heartbeat of everyone present.

He Luo swiped his phone, watched the time go by, and finally fixed at 14:00.

The exam officially begins.

The female invigilator pushed open the door of the waiting room again, and already had a list in her hand.

"Candidates Huang Hongyuan and Deng Xuezhen."

The two got up from their seats, handed over their documents to the invigilator for verification, and then walked out.

(End of this chapter)