Naruto Chunin Exams Proctors Novels & Stories

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” “Those are my terms… Take him back and mark him. And then we will be whole again. It’s the only way.” “No. I won’t. I won’t do it.” I suddenly shot up, eyes snapping open. “I won’t do it!” “Hey.” The proctor’s voice was low and controlled. I looked over to see him crouching in front of me with a frown. “You’re awake. You slept through the exam.” My mouth dropped open. I looked around for Bianca, but she was gone. The forest was quiet.

The invigilator covered his face in disbelief. He was going crazy; he actually had high expectations for Diana! Soon, the bell signaling the end of the exam rang. Diana woke up suddenly from her slumber, got up, took her test paper, and rushed up to the podium. "Proctor, here you go." She eagerly submitted her paper. The proctor frowned, originally intending to say a few words to her, but then he saw a puddle of drool on her answer sheet... Proctor: ... Oh well, there's no hope for her.

They kept pressing, demanding that the university give them an answer. Just as the admissions officer was about to speak, a voice came from the back of the crowd. "I can prove that the blank test isn't Kieran's." In an instant, every head turned toward the sound. The person stepping forward was the proctor from my final exam session. A lot of reporters and students recognized him right away. He spoke without hesitation. "I was the proctor for his Reading and Writing section. I can confirm his test booklet was fully completed." Paul shook his head. "And why should we believe you? For all we know, you're lying for him."

He loved how Sabina worked hard to get good grades. In short, you are the future traitor of the aristocratic faction who will annihilate them. I can't have you running freely, can I? THE PROCTOR arrived at exactly 3 PM. She was an old lady with a strict-looking pair of eyeglasses just above her pert nose. Her strides were fast and determined as she was holding the test papers for them.

he demanded. Zen quickly denied. “I was just informing you, Akiko and Remi first.” Sighing in silent relief, Liu Feng told Zen to ignore it. “We’re too busy preparing for the next event. If she pesters you, postpone it. Don’t meet her alone. This isn’t the same as meeting up with Gorski.” Zen nodded in agreement. Chatura was an invigilator — a powerful one with brains more cunning than all of them put together, even if she could not eat spicy butter chicken.

"The pink ones are way better. What does the principal know?" "We're the top class. Who's going to stop us from taking the exam over something this small?" He scoffed, and his gaze drifted over to me, casual but deliberate. I didn't look at him. I just quietly touched the black and white admission ticket tucked away in my jacket pocket. I hoped they'd keep making a scene. The bigger, the better. The bus pulled up to the exam hall, and a woman in an official proctor's uniform stepped on board. "Class Seven, Senior Year? I'm the exam coordinator. I'll be checking your admission tickets, and then you'll exit the bus in order and proceed inside."

The proctor immediately inquired as soon as she was standing face to face with Angelo and Jun. Jun then nudged at Angelo- as if passing all the responsibilities to his friend. Angelo gulped and looked at Jun with a threatening gaze. The two exchanged a few heated arguments using their eyes that the proctor was starting to get irritated because the two seemed to have no intention of explaining. "If the both of you won't explain everything clearly, then I would have no choice but to fail you," She warned Angelo and Jun first before looking at the students who were busily gawking at the scene in front of them; instead of answering their exam sheet. "What are you looking at, are you done with yo

It’s like I’m balancing a thousand things in my head, each one demanding attention. The Principal clears his throat again, and I focus on his voice as he lays out the usual exam rules. Phones are off and away during tests, and there is no talking or wandering around. Cheating means automatic failure, and apparently, they've got extra proctors this year to “ensure academic integrity.” His words bounce around the room, but my thoughts keep slipping back to everything waiting for me outside of these walls.

"Narine Fischer. You're up." My stomach drops. Standing from my seat, I head down to the front of the lecture hall, aware of about 100 pairs of eyes on me. I pass Eva's row, seeing her give me an encouraging smile I wish actually boosted my confidence. Sol's words hammer around inside of my head. The mantra to stay in control of myself forces me to remain as relaxed as possible. As I step up to the long table at the front of the room and face my proctor, he sets a bowl down in front of me. There's nothing in it, but next to it are rows and rows of herbs and different blends which can be put together in order to create something.

She glanced down at my mostly blank answer sheet, and the smirk on her face stretched wide. The proctor took her exam and flipped through it with a smile. "Done already? That's some confidence. I'm sure you did great." Joey gave him a sweet little smile, then practically bounced out of the room.