The Administrative Aptitude Test, commonly called the 'AAT'.
It is a standardized exam designed to gauge the psychological aptitudes linked to success in administrative careers.
Unlike a general IQ test, and unlike exams on basic public knowledge or specific professional skills, it predicts how likely a candidate is to succeed in a variety of government posts.
It measures underlying psychological potentials—abilities accumulated over years of living, studying, and practicing.
In essence, it tests fundamental latent capacity.
Format: Closed-book.
Questions: Approximately 135 multiple-choice questions.
Time: Morning, 9:00 AM – 11:00 AM (Two hours total).
In Exam Room 026, after the invigilator finished reading the rules and cautions, the test began.
The air felt almost solid with tension.
Rustle-rustle-rustle.
Booklets, answer cards ("scantrons"), and scratch paper landed in every candidate's hands.
Johny Lee, fingers resting on the pristine pages, felt his heart climb into his throat.
Please be simple. Please.
He lifted his pen, lowered his head, and started.
Question 1. Hey, he'd seen a near-match in a civil service prep book he bought at the Xidan Book Building. Easy.
Question 2. Uh, three years ago, the Jiangnan Province exam had something almost identical. Also easy.
Question 3. Ten seconds of thought, and he cheerfully circled C. Still no trouble.
Question 4. Pen tip tapping the scratch paper, he finally chose B. Not 100 percent sure, but close enough.
Four straight smooth questions put Johny in an excellent mood.
This paper didn't feel hard at all!
Write, answer, next.
Yet, before he could truly enjoy the momentum, the difficulty spiked from Question 6 onward.
Questions 6 through 10—he didn't have a clue. Pure guesswork.
Questions 33 through 47—half-guessing, zero confidence.
A very bad sign.
The further he went, the heavier his heart sank.
Thud.
This was way tougher—trickier even than last year's national civil service exam!
The numerical relation items were fine; fresh out of university, his math skills hadn't rusted yet, and he computed his way through nearly all of them with high accuracy.
Verbal comprehension was similar—think, ponder, and he'd likely nail most of them.
But the logical reasoning and general knowledge sections were killers.
Dozens of questions, and he'd be happy to get slightly over half right.
Worst of all: data analysis.
He doubted he'd scored a single correct hit there.
I'm done for.
This is a disaster!
Johny's head felt twice its size.
He itched to curse the paper setter.
Twenty minutes gone.
Forty minutes gone.
With fifteen minutes left on the clock, many in the room had already set down their pens. Some stared blankly at the ceiling.
Some clutched their hair in frustration. Some buried their faces in their arms in despair.
Almost no one looked satisfied.
Johny knew he couldn't wait any longer.
If he didn't act now, this single 'AAT' exam would wash him out along with the majority.
He pulled himself together, took out his 2B pencil, and began darkening ovals on his own sheet.
However, instead of filling them in properly, he marked the uncertain or blank questions with conspicuous symbols—squares, stars, triangles—about forty or fifty in total.
For the remaining eighty-plus items, he felt at least 70 percent confident.
"Hmm? What are you drawing?" A balding middle-aged invigilator walked toward his desk, noticing the strange markings.
Johny glanced at his watch.
He drew a deep breath.
Here we go!!
Seeing the messy answer sheet, the invigilator frowned deeply.
"Don't draw frames on the card—how will the machine read that?
Erase it now!"
Johny didn't answer.
Instead, he shot to his feet.
Under the stunned gaze of every candidate and invigilator, he grabbed his answer card in his left hand, rushed forward, shoved past the balding examiner, and burst out of the classroom!
"Holy—what's he doing?!"
"Who knows?
Has he lost his mind?"
"Stop! Come back!
You can't hand in the paper yet!"
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Why bolt mid-exam?
Had the pressure finally cracked him?
One invigilator stayed behind to keep order in Room 026; the other dashed out and shouted down the corridor.
"Stop right there! Guys, grab that kid!
He's still got the answer sheet!
Don't let him disturb the others—move!"
The two invigilators patrolling the hallway had never seen anything like this.
They froze for a second, stunned.
In a flash, Johny charged toward the third classroom down the hall.
He kicked the door open—Bang!—and ignored the gaping faces of the students inside.
He kicked aside a desk and sprinted straight to Tony.
Before Tony could react, Johny snatched the answer sheet right off his desk.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Tony blurted, dumbstruck.
He never thought Johny Lee would cheat so blatantly in broad daylight.
"I warned you before the exam: watch your paper," Johny grinned maniacally.
The invigilators in this room were young women.
Startled by the door-kicking and paper-snatching, they didn't dare intervene physically, only shouting.
"Which test site are you from?!
Put that down!"
Tony finally snapped out of his shock and lunged to grab it back.
"Give it here!"
Johny wasn't athletic, but he was currently running on pure adrenaline.
He sidestepped Tony's lunge and bolted out the door , before going out he gave the beautiful young teacher's ass a squeeze for good luck offcourse.
Three staff members charged from the opposite end of the corridor.
Without slowing down, Johny vaulted through an open ground-floor window, landing in a flowerbed outside.
He scrambled up and sprinted toward the empty playground.
As he ran, he held his own answer sheet side-by-side with Tony's, memorizing every marked option on Tony's card that corresponded to his own blank/marked spots.
A-B-B-C-A-D-D-D-B-C-D-A-D-A-B…
Nearly half a minute lost.
Thirty seconds left.
I can still make it!
"Come back here!"
"Stop him!"
Staff and security guards were closing in from both sides like a pincer movement.
Ignoring them, Johny kept reciting the sequence in his head.
A-B-B-D-D-D-C-A-D…
"Catch him!"
Suddenly, a heavy weight slammed into his back.
A security guard tackled him to the grass.
An invigilator ran up, spitting with rage.
"Unbelievable!
Disqualify him immediately!"
Another panted, "This is serious—call the police!"
Tony ran up, frantic and out of breath.
"My scores still count, right?!
He stole my sheet!"
Pressed face-down in the dirt, Johny finished memorizing the last few choices. He grinned into the grass and roared:
"BACK!!"
...
Silence.
Inside Exam Room 026, heads stayed bent over papers.
Not a sound.
Scratch-scratch.
Ballpoints and 2B pencils scratched against paper.
The tension was thick in the air.
Johny's head swam for a second.
Then he saw the bald invigilator standing right in front of him, frowning at his messy answer sheet.
"No random boxes on the card—how will the scanner read it?
Erase them, now!"
Time had rewound.
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Johny muttered, "Yes, sir. Sorry."
The invigilator gave him a stern look and walked away.
Without pause, Johny grabbed his pencil and started shading answers furiously.
Mustn't forget.
Mustn't forget!
A-B-B-C-A-D-D-D-B-C-D-A-D-A-B…
A week of memory drills had been for this exact moment.
He flew through the first twenty answers. Most people can hold twenty random letters in short-term memory, but the rest were tougher.
He wrestled out every symbol at his limit, then compromised on the last dozen where his memory was fuzzy.
A-A-C-B-A becomes A-A-A-A-A.
A-B-A-D becomes A-B-C-D.
Two minutes later, he had reproduced every option copied from Tony.
If Tony nearly aced last year's national exam, this year's shouldn't be worse.
Ninety percent accuracy?
That was more than enough.
Combined with Johny's own sure answers for the math and verbal sections, his aptitude score would soar.
He dropped his pencil and exhaled a long, shaky breath.
Cheating… complete!!
Authors Note:-
A unique way of cheating.
I really wish, i could have done that during my exams.
Hope you guys enjoyed it.
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