After dealing with Hu Qingyang and Xu Huijuan, Wang Yun went out to announce the results of the first assessment.
He stood at the podium while Wenren Sheng and the other two stood behind him.
"After final deliberation by the three judges, I, Inspector No. 72 of the Supervisory Department, will now announce the results on site."
As soon as Wang Yun finished speaking, staff members lowered a large screen onto the stage.
After a few operations, a massive table was projected onto the screen.
The contents were simple: only exam numbers and their corresponding assessment results.
"Assessment result: qualified? I passed—I passed!"
A candidate below found his result using his Exam Admission Ticket and was instantly overjoyed.
His expression alone made it clear that his pre-exam evaluation had been right on the borderline.
At that moment, he had lost every trace of calm.
He had completely forgotten how, just moments ago, he and many others had huddled together for comfort, saying things like, "The sooner we die, the sooner we're free."
Now, immense hope had risen in him once more—he would surely clear every hurdle and eventually become a noble Mystery Expert like the three judges onstage.
"Damn it, I knew I didn't pass. Sigh, I knew I wasn't cut out for this. I should think about whose leg to cling to instead," someone else said with a self-mocking shake of his head.
More candidates who discovered they had failed remained silent and began packing their things.
The saying was right: as long as you lived long enough, good luck always landed on someone else's head.
They had failed the pre-exam evaluation and failed the official assessment as well.
"No, I want to appeal!" A candidate in his thirties became agitated the moment he saw his result, shouting loudly.