The black ink on the exam paper swirled menacingly in Julian's vision. He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus, but every number and glyph seemed determined to mock him.
-Damn it… what do I do now?!
Every ounce of preparation he had done hinged on cracking this monstrous question. He had thought that by focusing on the ultimate pass-or-fail challenge, he'd prove himself the smart underdog who excelled beyond expectations.
But this was beyond anything he'd imagined.
Maths? Really?
I mean what would you expect of an air head extra.
He slumped back, feeling utterly defeated. There was no way around it; he needed help.
FWANG!
[It seems that you are in quite the distress Julian.]
-You think!?
[I can help you with that sneaky question, only if you wish...]
-Really? You have the answers?
