When they saw the examiner leave the classroom with the score sheet, the candidates grew excited and quickly crowded around, eagerly awaiting their scores.
The examiner cleared his throat, flipped through the score sheet, and announced in a clear voice.
"Roadside One, seventy points."
"Yes!"
The candidate whose name and score had been called immediately jumped up.
"Roadside Two, thirty-four points."
"No!"
The candidate who had failed broke down on the spot.
Soon, it was Bieshu Feifan's turn.
"Bieshu Feifan, seventy-nine points."
Hearing his score, Bieshu Feifan merely nodded slightly.
He had controlled that score pretty well.
But Asuma, still lying on the ground catching his breath, froze.
And that was not all.
"Might Duy, seventy-nine points."
"Might Guy, seventy-nine points."
"Ah! Feifan, we passed!"
"Dad, calm down. With Brother Feifan leading us, a score like this is nothing unusual."
"Hahahahaha! Come on, let's celebrate with a drink."
Watching Bieshu Feifan and the other two put their arms around one another's shoulders, Asuma, who had been hoping to see their faces when they failed, froze.
Then came:
"Asuma Sarutobi, sixty-four points."
"What?"
Asuma jumped up.
"This is rigged! It's rigged! How could I possibly score lower than those three?
"My intelligence is normal!
"It's rigged! It's definitely rigged!"
But the examiner ignored Asuma and continued reading everyone's scores.
When his shouting received no response, Asuma grew anxious.
He ran over to block Bieshu Feifan and the other two, his expression serious.
"Hey, tell me. Was this exam rigged?
"Search your consciences and tell the truth."
Seeing the ugly looks on their faces, Asuma smiled smugly.
"Tell me. How was it rigged?"
By then, quite a few people who had heard their scores had gathered around, wanting to hear about the rigging.
Seeing the crowd, Bieshu Feifan sighed and patted Asuma's