Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 800 - 683: Today Lanci Has the Final Say_5

She hadn’t expected Lanci to think so highly of her work.

Moreover, to some extent, it also showed that it wasn’t because the previous candidates had done well, but because he had generally given everyone high marks.

"No problem, I will use the examiner’s adaptive authority to lower the pass mark by 10 points, because you becoming the deputy examiner was already too exceptional, and you performed extraordinarily well,"

Lanci replied.

"I think her score was too high, chief examiner, please share your thoughts,"

Lockins finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

Now it was almost the same as directly asking "are you randomly assigning scores to everyone?"

But at this point, the less composed he appeared, the more it seemed like he had lost his composure; he instead had to forcibly suppress his anger and pretend nothing was amiss as he communicated with the chief examiner.

"Uh, let’s go with your suggestion then,"

Lanci said without argument or defense,

"How much?"

Lanci asked him.

"Change it to 92,"

This seriously irritated Lockins.

Because Lanci’s attitude was like he was indulging him, as if hitting cotton.

To some extent, Lanci’s way of speaking was more like a leader treating a subordinate.

"Okay, I’ll listen to you, if we change it to 92, I just need to adjust down 5 points later,"

Lanci put down the scoring board.

Upon hearing this, Lockins felt like Lanci was treating him like an idiot.

Originally, Lanci was planning to lower the pass mark from 97 to 87 using the examiner’s adaptive authority.

After Lockins’s change, it would still drop to 87.

In the first two rounds, her score was a little higher than that of the old woman called Tata. As long as she maintained a higher score this round or was close to her, she would win.

Clearly, even this examiner would not give Tata an unreasonable score.

Soon she would be able to persuade that woman away from Lanci’s side and then thoroughly manipulate Lanci, the cutie. If one day Lanci did indeed become an Eighth Order Supreme Being, she might even consider him.

It was almost the peak time when most candidates finished their paintings.

Without waiting long, just after a candidate submitted their work in the conference room, a figure with gray hair and golden eyes arrived with their painting.

The chief examiner also seemed to have been looking forward to this moment.

At the sight of the gray-haired girl, he appeared instantly reinvigorated.

"..."

Countess Rosalinda silently gave Lanci a look.

She was the only one who knew the relationship between Lanci and Tata; while on the surface they seemed to be a candidate and an examiner, in reality, their relationship was indescribably complicated, almost like senior sister and junior brother.

From Lanci’s subtle reactions, it was clear that he interacted far too much with Tata on a usual basis.

If one had to describe their relationship, Rosalinda remembered a story told by Little Black Cat — there was once a biologist named Pavlov who conducted a conditioning experiment. Whenever he rang a bell, the dog would salivate, knowing it was time for lunch.

The Little Black Cat had also heard this from Lanci, who used the story to vividly describe what "Lanci thought of his relationship with Tata."

But in reality, Countess Rosalinda found that besides the dog being conditioned, wasn’t it also Pavlov himself?

"Tata, recommended candidate from the Hutton Kingdom, unmarried, 25 years old,"

The chief examiner picked up the tablet, flipped through the registration information on it, and confirmed with the examiner,

"...?"

Talia believed that other candidates shouldn’t have to go through this process, but when it came to her information, Lanci insisted on reading it aloud at the start, it was hard to describe exactly what he wanted to emphasize.

Her eyes began to grow colder, as though she were ready to capture Lanci at any moment.

Lanci’s gaze suddenly became fearful, as if telling her not to lay hands on an examiner.

And Tata’s gaze seemed to tell him, dare not to return home with her today.