As I watched the note disappear from my sight, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. This note, representing death, in anyone's hands, is like a hot potato.
No, rather than a hot potato, it is more like a death charm. Each person who got the note handed it to the next person with a frightened face. And the next person was no exception as fear passed through everyone in the class.
One girl took the note in her hand, then her body shivered and her arm slipped from extreme fear. The note, handed to her by the classmate in front of her, fell at her feet.
"What are you looking at, pick it up quickly. Are you trying to get me killed?" The girl behind her hastily yelled. Then the girl shivered and picked up the note from the ground with a pale face, her body not daring to break away from the chair, so she could only barely reach her hand down and fish the note up.
"Give it to me quickly! So slow." The girl cursed. The time was now passing by minute by minute, and any delay was not allowed. The girl with a pale face did not dare to retort and handed her the note in her hand with tears in her eyes.
Then the girl immediately passed the note out, and the note began to pass quickly through the class, and at this time inside the class, everyone was very nervous, and no one dared to speak indiscriminately.
In the eerie atmosphere, the note was passed from one classmate to another. And time is passing by minute by minute. This death pass note, but always tormented everyone.
Even those who have already passed the note to the person behind them are still thinking about the next note coming.
The notes were passed so quickly that it seemed everyone was fired up to their potential. Occasionally, there were timid people who didn't know what to do with their notes. But most, nevertheless, passed the notes on.
With only eight minutes left on the clock, the notes were being spread inside the class with high efficiency. Everyone who gets a note passes it backwards quickly. The slips had already passed one round and were now being passed from the opposite direction.
And I began to think about whether there was any sure way to win this game. After thinking about it for a while, I did come up with one. Just put the note in your hand, and do not hand it to anyone else, and continue for nine minutes, and then hand it over only at the last minute.
Of course this method has a huge loophole, because knowing that it is dead, no one will receive the note. When the time comes to die is their own. And this is easy to commit public anger. Even if this time lucky to survive, offended the whole class is also a dead end.
The game of passing notes of death is a very fair game. Everyone has the same chance of survival. Ten minutes is enough time for the note to be passed through everyone's hands.
And everyone passed notes at different speeds, some fast, some slow. Still others are handicapped by fear. So trying to calculate the pattern was simply impossible.
Time was passing by minute by minute, and everyone's heart was lifting. Especially those who have received the note. All subconsciously began to pass backwards. Everyone does not want to leave this note in their hands.
This note, constantly passing back and forth. Soon the note was passed to the hands of Wen Zhu. At this time I looked at it, it was already seven minutes left.
Under the threat of death, the efficiency of the class was really extremely frightening. Everyone nearly passed the note to the back within a second of it landing in their hands.
Cupping the note, I cursorily examined it. Then on the white paper in front of me, I wrote a line. Then it was given back to the classmate in front of me. The student in front of me nervously took the slip of paper and then began to pass it out forward.
The note has been picked up twice in my hands, the first time a minute ago and the second time now. The average is once a minute. It was as if I saw a pattern.
But soon, I found that the law or whatever is not necessary. Because the human mental capacity is limited. After all, we are all just high school students.
There was a problem with the third seat in the front row, where a girl named Zi Xiao refused to accept a note from the back.
"You don't give it to me, I'm not going to take it." Zi Xiao said with a sobbing face, those eyes were continuously flowing with tears. And the girl behind her said angrily, "What the hell are you doing, hurry up and take the note."
"I am not going to pass it." Zi Xiao shook her head and said. Her face was covered with pockmarks, and she was not good-looking. Among the girls also belonged to the obscure category.
"You might as well take it anyway." The table next to him said. Zi Xiao still refused to shake her head, her voice firm, "I will never accept it, this kind of thing can kill people."
"No, you are too shameless." The girl behind her said. Her words immediately resonated with the people inside the class.
"Yeah, Zi Xiao. Everyone is playing this game. Everyone is as scared as you are. But it can't stop just because you're afraid"
"Yes, this is too selfish of you to act this way."
"Yes, why should you be able to not accept the note."
"This game is for everyone to play together, why should you stay out of it?"
"So what if it's selfish? I don't want to participate in this game. I am not going to accept the note." Zi Xiao shook her head and said. And the female behind her was so angry that she was about to cry. Her front table was Zi Xiao, and according to the rules of the game she had to give the note to Zi Xiao.
But Zi Xiao refused, which made it a little difficult for her. Looking at the note in her hand. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Zi Xiao, you can't do this, quickly take it, pass it to the others and you'll be fine."
Her body was trembling slightly, holding the note in her hand hanging in mid-air. The whole person looked incomparably embarrassed. But at this time she could no longer care.
"I'm not going to do that." Zi Xiao shook her head, her voice dissatisfied, "Whoever wants to die can die, I will never accept it!"
"No, you can't do this!" This girl cried out in pain and said, if the note could not be passed out, then it would be herself that remained in her hands. Watching the time passing a little, she felt like she was going crazy.
"Zi Xiao, what are you doing?" Fu Ling said angrily.
"Zi Xiao, accept it quickly, or I will get you killed." Dong Kui said furiously. But no matter how furious he was, he didn't dare to leave the seat half a step
Zi Xiao has now become the public enemy of the class, everyone hates her with a passion. But she didn't care. She sounded smug and said, "I don't care, I'm not going to pass the note anyway, you guys can pass it all you like, as long as it doesn't reach me."
After saying that she sat down in her seat and looked at the whole class proudly. The slightly fat face, hooked up a cold smile. And her backseat was out of options at the moment, so she had to pass the note backwards again.
The students behind her hesitated for a moment, and finally could only helplessly start to continue passing notes.
"Boss, Zi Xiao is also too playful." Wen Zhu said.
"Yeah, everyone in the class is participating in this game. And she wants to stay out of it." I said.
"But it work, at least no one will give her a note. Because she won't take it at all." Wen Zhu said with a face of envy.
"Humph, really short-sighted, relying on such means, even if you win. But also offended the whole class." I looked at the smug Zi Xiao, and my eyes flashed with a hint of irony.
Zi Xiao's method does work, this almost cheating method, so she can be invincible in the game. But it offended everyone in the class, even me. But I don't care to embarrass a girl, otherwise I have countless ways to make Zi Xiao's life worse than death.
Zi Xiao is just a small episode, passing notes continues. The note continued to be passed around among the students. With time running out, the note was passed faster and faster.
It was as if there was a death scythe above everyone's head, ready to swing down at any moment. No one can guarantee indifference under this kind of death within reach.
Every student is looking at the process of passing notes with a pale face, now halfway through the ten-minute game, with only five minutes left. Everyone was tense, looking at the upcoming notes, one by one, ready.
The note was being passed on and soon it reached my hands again. I looked at the note in my hand. Then with an indifferent face, I handed it to Wen Zhu. Wen Zhu looked serious and handed the note to the front table without saying a word.
"What a bore." I shook my head and began to lie on the table with an indifferent face.
"Boss, what are you up to, don't sleep." Wen Zhu said with great alarm. At this time in the classroom, everyone's attention was watching the progress of passing notes. Afraid that when it was their turn, they would not react. Even those who have just passed the note away, are closely watching whose hands the note is in.
But at this time, I am going to sleep. This made Wen Zhu be surprised. After all, this death pass note is about the lives of everyone present.
"No need to look, it won't be our turn." I said with a lazy wave of my hand.
"Impossible, now the speed of passing notes is so fast. In less than a minute it will be our turn again." Wen Zhu did not believe it.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, even if the note is in my hand, I won't die." I whispered.
Wen Zhu's face changed and he couldn't help but ask: "Boss why? Is it that you know any tricks?"
"It's not a trick, just don't you notice? The note we passed out just now has actually been replaced by someone. In other words, the note passed out now is a fake!" With a calm face, I blurted out the news that was shocking enough!