I Got My Gangster Exam Results
The Summons
The next day, all five of them got the same message—some through text, some through a shady phone call:
"Come to HQ. Your results are out."
By noon, the five boys found themselves standing awkwardly in a surprisingly upscale office. Marble floors, leather couches, glass walls—And the kicker? It was inside a shopping mall.
Leo glanced around in disbelief.
"Damn… never thought a gangster HQ would look like this," he muttered.
"Damn!" Pimple Guy blurted. "I thought gangster HQs were in some shady basement!"
Jessica Appears
Just then, someone stepped out.
She wore a black spaghetti top, short ripped jeans, and boots. Her high ponytail swung behind her. She was tall and gorgeous—but serious.
"You're not wrong," she said with a smirk. "Some gangs hang out in basements. But not us."
She looked around.
"This mall is our turf. Every shop here pays us protection money. You're basically in our living room."
Without hesitation, she walked to a podium. She tapped the mic twice, then leaned in and said, "Check, check. Can you all hear me? Good."
"Hey everyone. I'm Jessica. I'll be announcing your scores today. I'm a senior gangster here."
The guys exchanged looks. "Senior gangster" sounded both cool and terrifying.
Jessica cracked her knuckles.
"Some of you passed. Some of you… better not cry."
Four of the boys were barely holding it together.
Pimple Guy bit his nails.
Leo stood frozen.
Smoking Guy twitched.
Gum-Chewing Guy chomped louder, chewing his anxiety.
Booger Guy?
He leaned back, zoned out.
"I don't know about the score… but I definitely wanna score this chick."
His eyes locked on Jessica like a sexual fantasy made real.
Meanwhile, the others were silently praying for mercy.
The Rules
Jessica explained, "Your base score's out of 100, based on how you performed during the interview—your reactions, attitude, potential."
Then she raised a finger.
"This year, we added a 30-point bonus—for appearance. We're expanding fast and honestly just need more bodies. Oh yeah, and lucky for you guys, we're making it a little easier to pass."
Leo blinked.
"What?"
She nodded.
"Looks, vibe, overall presence—it all matters."
The Scoring Begins
Clipboard in hand, she read:
"First up… Gum-Chewing Guy.
Interview: 40. Bonus: 15. Total: 55.
Fail."
She nodded.
"Just 5 points short. Try again after three months—with a new haircut. Your current one sucks."
Gum-Chewing Guy's big gum bubble popped right then and there, splattering all over his cheeks and nose like a failed science experiment. He stood in sticky silence for a second, then muttered, "Man… I knew I should've combed my hair into a middle part. Or even full-on Super Saiyan."
"Next… the Smoking Guy. The name? Hugo."
Interview: 40. Bonus: 20. Total: 60.
Pass.
Hugo let out a loud whoop, raising his fist high in the air like he'd just won the lottery. "Oh yeah, baby!" he shouted, grinning from ear to ear.
Jessica looked at her sheet.
"Next… Pimple Guy."
He tensed up. His face was already turning red.
"Interview: 10. Bonus: 0. Total: 10."
She gave a half shrug.
"Fail. Big time."
The room erupted.
"Ten points?! Bro!"
"I don't think anyone's beating that!"
Pimple Guy blinked away tears. Leo felt a little sorry… and a little relieved.
Jessica glanced at the clipboard.
"Next… Booger Guy."
He sat up straighter, casually picking at his nose.
Jessica read it aloud:
"Interview: 10.
Bonus: minus 20.
Total: negative 10."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Congrats. First applicant ever to get a negative score."
Booger Guy's face twitched.
"Negative ten?! Are you kidding me?!"
He lunged toward her, hand out—
But she moved first.
In a flash, she dropped low, hands on the floor, legs flying up.
Double kick. Right to the gut.
BOOM.
He flew backward and crashed into the chairs in the back.
Out cold. The booger still clinging to his nose.
Jessica stood, brushed herself off, and said:
"Jesus Christ… for the love of everything sacred—can someone please tell that man to wash his damn face? That booger's been hanging there for months… you can tell just by the color."
Two security guards walked in without a word.
They picked Booger Guy up, hauled him outside, and dumped him in a trash pile like expired food.
Leo's Turn
Jessica looked at her list.
"Next… Leo."
His heart almost stopped. Every nerve in his body went tight. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe.
She looked up, smiling.
"Leo. Wow. Surprise of the year."
He blinked.
"Interview: 100. Bonus: 25. Total: 125."
She whistled.
"What the fuck. That's insane. Congrats."
She gave him a playful salute.
"Welcome to the crew."
Welcome to the Gang
Leo and Hugo officially joined.
No fanfare. Jessica handed them the folders herself.
Inside:
A handbookGang's historyA coupon for 70% off massage
Leo flipped through it, still trying to process everything.
Jessica said,
"Take it home. The job starts next week. Don't be late."
They left in a daze, folders in hand—two proud new gangsters.
Leo glanced at the sky.
He had no idea what came next.
But one thing was clear:
He passed.