Training as a Slime (25)

Without bearing much semblance to the previous exhibitions, the interior design of Historical development of art and inventions exhibition hall was laid with marble tiles and fashioned in Neo-classical era. Initially, Cori thought the place would be artsy and boring. But the design of the interior left a deep impression on him, "Hmmm maybe this won't be that boring after all." He thought. Cori took a few bounces forward, checking the place out and eyeing for a nook to squeeze into. But something caught his eyes- "Grade 6 FSA Mathematics". Cori, "Wow, even this world could not escape maths..." Cori continued reading from the paper, "Question 1:Tom, Harry, Jane, Sally, Paul, and Lisa are friends who sat at a round table. If Tom sat opposite Harry and Sally sat on the left of Lisa, how many of people are sitting between Jane and Paul?" Cori brain started hurt although slimes were brainless. He bounced away from this particular art to the next one, "Question 2: Tom and Sally has the same number of coins. Sally has a number of half-dollar coins and 64 quarters. The total mass is 1.134 kg. Tom has a number of half-dollar coins and 104 quarters. a) How much money do Tom and Sally each have? b) if each half-dollar is 2.7 grammes heavier than the quarter, how heavy are Tom and Sally's coins?"

Cori, "Habis." If his paws could reach each other, he would clap on the spot. Art appraisers often said that art makes one wonder about life and inspired meaning to ponder upon. Cori truly felt it now, the emotions from all the late nights, the cramming, the pressure and consequences of failing. Just the thought of it made his head throb. Since Cori's head was his body and his body was his head, his whole body/head hurt as a result. One could even said he was having a heart attack.

Alas, this was not the effect Alice was looking for. His math was not mathing, his brain was not braining. His mental/ intelligence did not increase even a little. In fact, he seemed to be receiving brain/ mental damage just from looking at them. "Where did I go wrong?" Alice questioned herself. After a quick diagnosis, Alice found out that Cori had examinations anxiety and were suffering from traumatic memories. Due to his new skill, Cori would re-experience the trauma every time he was being reminded of it.

"Hmm, psychological attacks. This is noteworthy. I shall report to Lord that psychological effects can have damaging consequences to the body." Alice then proceeded to tweak the rest of the exhibitions, "Master, the next stop is modelled after a game show popular on other planets. Would you like to try?"

Cori squeaked, hoping to rest. "Master, noted! I will send you there right away!" Alice replied without a care in the world. Cori floated from the scary artworks and floated into a room modelled like a gameshow. "Master, you will get a prize if you win the game. The game is called "Who wants to be a millionaire." Our database showed it was very popular in many planets. All you have to do is pick the right answers out of 4 for every questions the host asked." Cori perked up, "Did it said prize? Millionaire?" Alice gently placed Cori onto the player's chair. The studio lights were shining at Cori, "This is not a live broadcast I hope." A orange looking octopus head man spoke, "Welcome to the live broadcast of 'Who wants to be a Millionaire'!" There was one thing Alice forgotten to account for which was seldom seen in this world- stage fright.