After listening to my explanation, Henry's face turned even paler. He grasped my hand tremblingly and asked, "What should I do? If this continues, I'll die."

"Don't worry, you're my brother, I'll save you," I patted Henry's shoulder and said.

"How will you save me? They've already stopped voting," Henry said.

"The reason they stopped voting is because they're waiting for the right moment. Soon, James will bring the money. Then they'll trade their votes for the money. What you need to do is offer them an even greater benefit. That's how people are. If there's a greater benefit, people will side with it. That's the meaning of this game," I calmly explained.

I had gradually realized that to prevail in this voting game, one must grasp the initiative. And to grasp the initiative, one must have enough influence and offer sufficient benefits to those who support them.

After all, we're all high school students, with one foot already in society. Our minds are not as innocent as they were in primary school. Take the interactions between boys and girls now, for example. It's not like in junior high, where buying some snacks and saying a few words is enough. One needs to invite them to dinner, go shopping, and travel together.

Unfortunately, I'm a nobody, with no money or power. There's nothing I can do.

James soon rushed back, his backpack bulging with something. Without saying anything, he opened the backpack and pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He said coldly, "Alright, those who haven't voted yet, just come to me and vote for Henry. I'll give them two thousand."

Immediately, the classroom erupted. Many students looked at the hundred-dollar bills next to James with eager eyes. These were stacks of red bills, an incredible temptation for these high school students.

Soon, George was the first to step forward. He picked up his phone, voted for Henry directly in front of James, and smoothly took two thousand dollars from James' hands.

He was like the beginning of sin, and with the sight of the two thousand dollars in his hands, many students couldn't resist anymore.

They picked up their phones and came to James. They voted for Henry one after another. Henry's votes instantly increased by ten, which meant that James had given out at least twenty thousand dollars.

For high school students, this was a huge amount, an unbearable number. Before this amount of money, classmateship seemed as pale as paper.

So many people couldn't resist anymore and quietly came to James one by one. They voted for him. Henry, already pale, slumped next to me, his expression full of bitterness.

"I'm going to be ruined, I'm going to die. Why are they doing this? I haven't offended them." He shook his head, his expression full of despair. No matter how hard a nobody tries, they still can't compete with a rich and handsome guy. In the eyes of a rich and handsome guy, the life of a nobody is insignificant, even less important than a luxury car.

"It's simple. That's just how people are. So ugly. At first, they were still reserved. But since George got the money, their mindset began to change. They would think, 'Since George got it, I can get it too.' And George was the first to vote. Even if you hate someone, you can't blame them," I sneered as more and more students walked to James.

"I'm doomed, I'm ruined," Henry leaned on the table, shaking his body continuously. He was almost desperate. And the current situation was already irreversible.

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He didn't have any benefits that could move these classmates, and he was inconspicuous in class. Besides me, few people were his friends. Facing this situation, he didn't have any chance of winning.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet," I smiled at Henry, a trace of arrogance curling at the corner of my mouth. My mind was quickly calculating.

"It's no use, it's already too late. I already have so many votes now," Henry held his phone bitterly. In the group, his votes had almost reached twenty, while James only had thirteen votes. And as time passed, his votes were still increasing.

More and more people have come to know that James has the upper hand. Even if they voted for him again, it wouldn't make much sense and might even offend James himself. Therefore, they all chose to vote with money. Even Ryan, a handsome and wealthy guy, was no exception. Maybe he didn't care about the two thousand dollars, but he still decided to give James some face.

Soon, Henry's votes had neared twenty-two, and everything seemed to be coming to an end. At this moment, I spoke slowly, "I said, it's not over yet. Watch, Henry, how I help you turn the tables."

"It's impossible, it's all over," Henry said, looking ashen, already preparing to close his eyes and wait for the worst. I took out my phone and started typing a message with a cold smile.

Soon, the phones of the people around us, their Twitter feeds suddenly showed up with private messages. These people suddenly changed their expressions, glanced at each other, and started voting quickly.

The number of people coming to James suddenly decreased. Even someone who had intended to go over started to turn back. This made James' face change. And the votes in the group, which had stagnated, also started to increase.

James quickly noticed that his votes had also reached twenty, making him frown slightly, "What are you guys thinking? Is Henry really worth it? Just vote for me, and I promise, I'll add another two thousand, giving each voter four thousand."

But even so, the classmates around didn't vote. They all looked suspicious at each other and started using their phones. Soon, James' votes increased more and more.

This also made his temper worse, and he shouted angrily, "What are you guys doing? What did Henry give you?" No one answered him, everyone just silently voted.

James' votes continued to increase, and he roared angrily, but it was all in vain. Voting continued, although there were still some who voted for Henry. But when the voting ended, James still won by seven votes. Henry's votes had reached twenty-five, only two votes shy of Henry's death. It was indeed fortunate that he survived.

But ultimately, Henry reversed the situation. He successfully escaped from the desperate situation of death. He came back from hell to heaven with a two-vote difference.

"Great, I won," Henry said, holding my hand. He looked at me with joy in his voice, "How did you do it? Did you encourage others to vote?"

"Sort of," I smiled and said.

James angrily kicked over a desk, his face already extremely gloomy. He glared angrily at us, especially at Henry in the distance. His voice was gritted, "This isn't over, you'll see."

After saying that, he rushed out of the classroom, leaving only bewildered classmates behind. Sophia was obviously relieved, and she smiled, "Everyone still made the right choice. No matter what, I still don't want to sacrifice anyone."

"Huh, naive," I said to Sophia.

Henry was looking at me admiringly, his voice excited, "Frank, tell me quickly. How did you do it? I know if it wasn't for you, I would be dead now. They wouldn't have voted for me. You saved me."

"You know that's right. As for the method, it's actually very simple," I said mysteriously, taking out my phone and showing it to Henry. "I had previously changed my Twitter name to David's and also changed it to David's profile picture. Then I sent a short message to everyone who hadn't voted."

"The message content was simple, giving them three minutes. If they voted for you and you ultimately won, they could be freed from the curse. Of course, there were only three spots available."

"That's why, you disguised yourself as David's account and sent them text messages. Making them believe that voting for me would end the curse," Henry said.

"That's about it, so their behavior was so strange. As I said before, people's hearts will gravitate towards the side with the greatest benefit. And for the entire class, no benefit is greater than escaping from this game." I sneered.

"That's indeed your method, and it's a clever one. But this method also has its flaws," Henry frowned.

"Yes, the flaw of this method is obvious. It can only be used once. If you use it again, no one will fall for it. I had originally planned to use this method for myself," I sighed.