The day before the college entrance exam, I took a life on my back. Because I grabbed a WeChat red packet, and being the king of luck, I had to kill my teacher with my own hands!
The day before the college entrance exam, I took a life on my back. Because I grabbed a WeChat red packet, and being the king of luck, I had to kill my teacher with my own hands!
When I woke up again, I deleted the contact information of every classmate.
Then, I ran out of the classroom in front of them.
My classmates stared at me in shock. The teacher chased after me to stop me, but I kept walking toward the school gate, blocking her contact as well.
On July 20, 2023, the day before the college entrance exam, our entire class was suddenly pulled into a group chat called the Lucky Money Group. The group admin started sending out cash prizes right after we joined.
The luckiest one would receive Its reward.
Its reward trapped us all in a constant fear of death.
The only way to survive was to follow Its instructions and complete Its tasks.
In my previous life, I was "lucky" enough to be the third round's cash prize winner. Its reward was to make me kill the unconscious teacher on the stage, or the rest of the class would die for me.
With two prior examples, my classmates forced me to act to save themselves. I took a pen and stabbed it into the teacher's chest in front of them.
But what did I get?
In the fourth round of cash prizes, they took my life with their own hands.
In the end, as I watched their excited faces, relieved to have saved themselves, I realized that in the face of sin and despair, anything could be sacrificed.
Perhaps God couldn't bear to see me die like that, or maybe knowing my obsession lingered, the heavens gave me a second chance.
I checked the time on my phone.
There was half an hour left before being pulled into the group chat.
Time was tight. I had no time to waste. I didn't know how to prevent the tragedy that would unfold. The only thing I could do was delete every contact who could pull me into that group chat from all my social apps.
The most urgent thing was to leave this class, leave the school.
I was never a selfless person. After witnessing the evil of human nature, I didn't believe I could change the outcome in this second life.
Since I lacked the power, the only option was to save myself. After all, I still had the college entrance exam. I had worked so hard for years just for the moment I could step into the exam hall.
As for telling them what would happen?
Sorry.
I couldn't take revenge, but that didn't mean I'd be a saint after being betrayed once. As long as I could survive, their fates had nothing to do with me.
"Alexandra."
Someone nudged me. I snapped back to reality and glanced at her.
It was my desk mate.
In my previous life, my desk mate Talia was the fourth cash prize winner.
After I completed the third cash prize task, I thought I might survive. But as the fourth winner, her task was to strip me naked in front of the whole class.
She sobbed, saying I'd already taken a life, so losing my clothes to save her wasn't a big deal.
At that point, I was desperate, my mind barely clear.
But because I hesitated for a few seconds, she suddenly stabbed a ballpoint pen into my throat. As I struggled to breathe, she didn't even look at me. She just tore off my clothes as fast as she could to complete Its task.
That was it.
I died naked under the gaze of my classmates. In that moment, I saw them secretly close the door. I saw them pull out their phones to film my body.
Seeing her again, I kept my face blank. I scrolled through my phone, deleting and blocking every classmate's contact one by one.
Curious, she asked, "Alexandra, what are you doing? Why are you deleting everyone?"
"The exam's coming. After graduation, we'll all go our separate ways. Why keep them?"
She froze, clearly not expecting me to say that.
Of course not. Our class had 53 people, including me. More than half got along well with me because I was helpful, pretty, and kind. Yet I killed my teacher, lost my life, and didn't even keep my dignity.
When I didn't respond, she smiled cautiously and asked, "You're not going to delete me too, are you?"
I smiled, found her account, and right in front of her, deleted and blocked her in one go.
"You... Alexandra, have you lost your mind?"
Her voice rose sharply.
Every classmate turned to look. I calmly packed my books from the desk and walked out of the classroom.
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