That day, I was playing computer games at home. Suddenly, the Twitter notification on the bottom right corner of my screen kept blinking. When I opened it, I found the group had gone into a frenzy.

"Today is Singles' Day, and I've started a poll in the group. All boys and girls can vote. We'll choose who you think won't find a girlfriend in high school. Vote for them. Whoever gets the most votes will be punished. The time limit is ten minutes, so everyone must vote!" David's message said in the group.

Indeed, a poll appeared in the group, listing a bunch of names—all boys from our class.

"Damn, who doesn't know that David is a ladies' man. He has countless girlfriends. Guys, listen to me. Let's all vote for David!"Derek's message cheered. Others quickly echoed him. Everyone knew that David was one of the richest and most handsome guys in our class. He had several girlfriends.

"Yes, vote for David, let him tease us single dogs!"

"Brothers, it's time for revenge!"

Boys continued to shout in the group, and David's votes increased rapidly. It was all a joke, and no one took it seriously. Many people voted for David, including me, who wasn't close to my classmates but also found it fun to join in.

The voting ended quickly, and David had the overwhelming number of votes, topping the poll. David, who had unintentionally caused his own downfall, sent a crying emoji to the group and logged off.

The next day, David was immediately surrounded by a group of boys as he entered the room. Realizing what was happening, David's face changed drastically. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Our class leader, you have to accept the punishment. Don't forget about the poll yesterday," Amelia sneered.

George also said, "Don't pretend. You said the person with the most votes would be punished."

"That's right. We must punish him! Let him accept the punishment," a group of people shouted, creating a lively atmosphere.

David looked somewhat helpless with a mix of laughter and tears. Looking at his expectant classmates, he said helplessly, "Fine, I'll accept the punishment. What punishment do you guys want to give me?"

"Since it's Singles' Day, our punishment for you is to remain single for the next three years of high school, "Lilith, the most mischievous girl in the class, shouted. Others quickly echoed her.

"Damn, making me stay single is worse than killing me. Come on, guys, stop it," David laughed and scolded. Then he waved and pushed through the crowd, returning to his seat.

Others also felt it was meaningless and dispersed, returning to their seats. Everything calmed down, and no one took it seriously. It was just a joke.

The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom, and we continued our classes. After two consecutive classes, nothing happened. The teacher's lessons were still boring enough to make people doze off. I started chatting with my deskmate.

After the two classes, it was time for recess and calisthenics. As the teacher left, we finished the eye exercises and were about to head to the playground.

Just then, a concerned girl asked, "David, are you okay? You look pale."

Our gaze fell on David. His face was deathly white, and his expression was dazed. He shook his head, "I'm fine. Just feeling a bit under the weather."

"Do you need to go to the clinic?" Ava, who had been secretly in love with David for a long time, asked concernedly. It was a well-known fact in the class.

David stood up unsteadily, his face frighteningly pale. Then, to our surprise, he started tearing at his neck with trembling hands.

"Hey, David, what are you doing?" Ava quickly tried to grab David's hands to stop his bizarre behavior, but David ignored her. His eyes were dull, and a beastly roar escaped his throat. His current state was strange, filled with fear, dazed eyes, and difficulty breathing, yet his hands continued to tear at his throat.

"Stop it quickly, what are you doing?" Someone shouted. With his shouting, the attention of the students who were about to leave the classroom was drawn to him.

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David's face was filled with terror, while his hands were constantly tearing at his own neck. Blood was already streaming down from his neck. His fingers were deeply embedded in his neck. Blood was constantly spilling out of his mouth.

A group of classmates couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to grab David's hands. But it was already too late. David's neck was already a mess of flesh and blood. The main artery in his neck had been severed, and blood was spraying out in astonishing amounts.

Ava was caught off guard and was sprayed with blood directly. Her body and face were covered in blood, making her appear especially terrifying.

"Ah!" Ava realized what had happened and was frightened into collapsing on the ground. David, who was held by the crowd, twitched his face and then fell heavily to the ground. Along with the sound of him hitting the ground, his body no longer moved.

"Ah, someone died! David is dead!" Some girls screamed in distress, while worried girls even fainted directly, and the boys around them were also stunned by the tragic scene. Everyone's face was filled with terror, and it was only after a long time that some students reacted.

"How could this happen? Someone died?"

"Who has a phone? Hurry and call the police." A boy reminded, and someone immediately realized and began to call the police on their phone: "Is this the police? Someone died here, you need to come quickly!"

Soon, the police arrived. The forensic doctor also examined David's body. We all ran out of the classroom, each of us watching the classroom with unprecedented fear. Inside the classroom, the homeroom teacher was negotiating with the police. The police next to him were constantly questioning the witnesses.

Each of us felt an unprecedented sense of terror, and we were all discussing in whispers why David would do such a terrifying thing. He actually tore open his own throat in front of all of us.

"Why did David do that? Use such a cruel method to commit suicide?"

"Could it be because he has a mental illness? I just saw that his mental state wasn't good."

"It's impossible. David has been in our class for more than a year. We haven't found anything wrong with him."

And soon, the police came over and gave us an explanation.

"According to our investigation, David should have suffered from hysteria and suddenly developed the illness during class, which led to his loss of consciousness and eventual suicide."

Soon, the matter was over, and David's body was taken away. However, we were afraid to return to the classroom because someone had just died there. The homeroom teacher did not insist, allowing everyone to stay outside for the afternoon instead of attending class.

Walking on the playground, my heart was still not calm. I was right next to David when he committed suicide. At that time, David didn't give me the impression of being mentally confused. It seemed as if someone was strangling him from behind. And David was struggling to break free, constantly struggling to tear off the shackles with his hands. This led to his death.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt horrified. I shook my head and dismissed this absurd thought from my mind. But this idea persisted, making me feel uneasy.

"Hey, Frank, are you okay?" Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder, which scared me. It was my deskmate Henry. Henry is not only my deskmate but also my best friend in high school.

"I'm fine, just a little scared." I shook my head.

"Yeah, who could have imagined that David would suddenly die," Henry said.

"Forget it, let's go talk over there." I sighed helplessly.

The entire afternoon afterward, I spent chatting with Henry. However, the turmoil caused by David's death was far from over. Nobody dared to return to the classroom before it was cleaned. Other classmates from different classes were also gossiping about it. This eerie atmosphere persisted until after school.

After school, I quickly finished my dinner and sat on the bed playing with my phone. Suddenly, the Twitter notifications started buzzing non-stop. It was a message from our class Twitter group. I casually opened it and my face suddenly changed. I felt cold all over, and my body trembled uncontrollably.

It turned out that in the class Twitter group, David's previously dimmed Twitter profile suddenly lit up, and he was actually talking in the group.

"I'm planning to initiate a new round of voting, and everyone in Grade 2 Class 5 can participate. The person who wins the vote must complete the content of the option within 24 hours, or they will be punished."

"What's going on?" I muttered, feeling a chill down my spine. This morning, David committed suicide in a bizarre way, and now, in the evening, he's online. Besides me, others had also noticed. The group immediately became lively.

"Who are you? How did you log into David's account?" This was said by a username called Great, who was actually James, the class sports commissioner and a close friend of David's.

"Who are you really? Why are you using David's account?"

A group of classmates were discussing the group, but David didn't respond. Instead, he initiated a group vote. The theme of the group vote was only one sentence: "You must choose one of the following two options."

Option 1: Isabella must bark like a dog in front of everyone in the class.

Option 2: Lily must confess her secret crush publicly.

The group vote indicated that the valid time was four hours. After four hours, the group vote would automatically end and show the results. The voting was anonymous, meaning others couldn't know who voted for what.

Isabella was our class's beauty, with a mature appearance and voluptuous figure. Lily was also a pretty girl, just like her name. She was a quiet girl who had quite a few male admirers in the class.

"Damn you, who are you? Dare to use David's Twitter account to play such a joke? If you have guts, come out. I'll show you what's up." This was James' reply.

"Who's so evil? David is already gone, and you're still using his account to play this kind of joke?" This was Derek's reply. He was also a handsome and wealthy guy, a prominent figure in our class. Of course, he didn't get along well with James.

"And why is there even a vote? The admin should delete it." Abigail said.