HLM -Chapter 1227 Shh—Sneaking Out Quietly

After Wang Bo finished shooting, all he needed was to change the target paper—the half-body silhouette pasted onto the target.

After Atulu finished shooting, they had to replace even the wooden wall behind the target…

Sure enough, the final wooden wall couldn’t support his weight. After he climbed up, the wall started wobbling dangerously. The instructors reacted quickly and rushed over, barely managing to hold it up in time and prevent Atulu from crashing to the ground.

But once he climbed back down, cracks appeared in the wooden wall.

The trainees laughed so hard they could barely close their mouths, while the instructors had to struggle mightily to suppress their own laughter.

Later, when the results were handed out, Roberta shook her head and said, “Why don’t they control trainees’ body weight when recruiting police officers?”

In fact, weight is taken into consideration. Unless someone is exceptionally talented, overweight applicants usually won’t pass the selection. Atulu was a special case—he was already an active-duty officer.

The good news was that everyone passed the shooting exam. Wang Bo got an A-, which was considered quite good. An A meant “excellent,” and an A+ meant “exceptionally excellent.”

Sweet Guy was qualified to show off in this course—he got the only A+ in the entire class. After seeing his transcript, Superintendent Ferguson said, “You’re at the level of a sharpshooter in the police force. You could consider joining your local AOS unit.”

Hearing this, Sweet Guy—normally fond of showing off—didn’t respond. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end said nothing, shook his head, and closed his mouth, looking a bit downcast.

After the shooting exam came driving and water-rescue swimming. In the afternoon were exams for physiology and anatomy, which the trainees also passed smoothly.

The exam content wasn’t difficult at all—it was all material they’d learned in class. Several people even got A+ in this subject. During the first-aid drill, Wang Bo made one particular move that cost him, and he ended up with just an A.

Uncle Bing and Gerald performed very well in this course and both got A+.

What surprised Wang Bo was that Atulu also got an A+.

That made him feel a little embarrassed. He was supposed to be the leader of their four-man group, yet so far his results were the worst among them.

Fortunately, compared with the other trainees, his grades were still good—upper-middle tier. Not top three, but solidly top five.

That night, the lights in several dorm rooms stayed on all night again. The final day would be all theory exams—the real main event.

At last, it was Wang Bo’s time to shine. His memory was excellent, and after all, he was a graduate of a top-tier 985 university back home. His comprehension and learning ability were simply not on the same level as these New Zealand high school graduates.

Atulu hadn’t even finished middle school, so these exams were bound to give him a headache.

Last time, when they’d been pranked with a fake “exam,” Wang Bo hadn’t slept all night, while Atulu slept like a log. This time, the roles were reversed—now it was Wang Bo’s turn to relax.

His class notes had been borrowed by Atulu. The Maori giant hugged a thick stack of notebooks under his desk lamp, chewing on his pen in frustration.

Wang Bo lay comfortably on his bed reading. After a while, he casually tossed the book aside.

Sweet Guy asked, “Why aren’t you reading anymore?”

Wang Bo replied lazily, “Oh, it’s time to video chat with my wife.”

After the call, he picked up the book again. A while later, he tossed it aside once more.

Sweet Guy asked again, “Why’d you stop again?”

Wang Bo said just as lazily, “Oh, it’s time to chat with my college classmates.”

When the chat ended, he picked up the book again. Just then, someone pushed the door open, and he threw the book down yet again.

It was a trainee from the neighboring dorm. He asked in surprise, “You’re not studying? No need to accompany me—I just came to check on everyone.”

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. “Who’s accompanying you? It’s my break time. I’m putting the book down and getting ready to wash up and sleep.”

“You’re not revising?” the trainee asked.

Wang Bo smiled confidently. “I’ve already memorized all the key points. No need to revise. Tomorrow I’ll just go pick up my A+.”

Atulu asked the trainee, “Kevin, if you’re not revising, why are you wandering around?”

Kevin chuckled. “Revise what? I got insider info—the written exams don’t even look at what we answer. The academy has to fail people. There’s a tradition of failing two from each batch, but only two. I don’t think I’ll be among the worst two.”

Wang Bo said in shock, “There’s actually such a ridiculous tradition?”

Kevin said, “I swear it’s true. Unless everyone hands in blank papers, no matter what, apart from the worst two, everyone else will pass.”

Atulu said in despair, “Damn it, I’m definitely one of the worst two!”

Wang Bo patted his shoulder to comfort him. “It’s fine. Don’t you have a boss? Your boss will definitely take care of this for you.”

Kevin chatted with them for a while, then happily moved on to the next dorm.

Wang Bo asked, “You’re that confident?”

Kevin turned back and said, “No. If I were that confident, I wouldn’t be wandering around. The reason I’m wandering is because I want to disturb everyone. Haha—please call me Scheming Boy.”

Wang Bo laughed, then walked back into their dorm.

Early the next morning, they got up, washed up, and prepared for the exam. When Wang Bo came out of the bathroom, he frowned at Atulu. “What are you doing? Did you write key points on your legs to cheat?”

The Maori giant was shocked. “How did you know, boss? Weren’t you asleep last night?”

“The boss is one of our own,” Sweet Guy laughed. “When I was in the army, I saw Chinese volunteers. They say Chinese students have it really tough at school—some of them are extremely skilled at cheating methods, even more impressive than secret agents.”

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. “Does that require being ‘one of your own’? What normal man wears a skirt to an exam? Dressed like that, there’s obviously something written on your legs.”

Atulu froze. “That’s how you figured it out?”

Wang Bo nodded. The Maori giant immediately exploded. “Boss, this isn’t a skirt! This is a Maori war kilt! It’s our traditional attire!”

Wang Bo thought it looked exactly like a skirt, but thinking back, whenever Maori villagers performed the haka together, they did wear things like this.

Still, wearing a war kilt to an exam was pretty bizarre. Atulu could only sullenly change into something else.

Cheating was strictly forbidden at the police academy. Once caught, trainees would be immediately disqualified and sent back to their local police departments.

As they headed out, Wang Bo gestured for everyone to keep their voices down.

“Why?” Sweet Guy asked.

Wang Bo glanced at the silent dorm next door and said, “I turned off their alarm clocks last night. That way they’ll sleep better—and miss the exam. Then Atulu won’t be the one who gets failed.”

Atulu was both touched and excited, and his voice inevitably got a bit loud. “Really, boss?!”

The soundproofing of the doors was terrible. Someone inside was finally jolted awake, followed by a burst of furious swearing:

“Fuck! Get up—it’s already seven thirty! Why didn’t the alarm go off?!”

“The alarm was turned off! Shit—who turned it off?! Get up! Kevin, why the hell aren’t you wearing underwear?!”

“I never wear underwear. You guys just used to get up too late to notice.”