Looking at the note disappearing from my sight, I finally heaved a sigh of relief. This note represents death as if it were a hot potato in anyone's hand.

No, rather than a hot potato, it's more like a death warrant from the Grim Reaper. After getting the note, everyone's face turned pale with horror, and handed it to the next person. And the next person was no exception. Fear spread among all the people in the class.

A girl took the note in her hand, then her body shivered, and her arms slid down due to extreme fear. The note handed to her by the classmate in front fell at her feet.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and pick it up. Do you want to kill me?" The girl behind her hurriedly shouted. Then this girl shivered, and picked up the note from the ground with a pale face. Her body dared not leave the chair, so she could only barely reach down and pick up the note.

"Give it to me quickly! So slow. What are you doing?" The girl shouted angrily. Now time is passing minute by minute, and any delay is not allowed. The girl with a pale face didn't dare to retort and handed the note in her hand to her with tears.

Then this girl immediately passed the note on. The note began to be passed quickly in the class. At this time, everyone in the class was very nervous, and no one dared to speak nonsense.

In the strange atmosphere, the note was passed from one classmate to another. And time was passing minute by minute. This game of passing the death note was torturing everyone all the time.

Even if they had already passed the note to the person behind them, they were also thinking about the arrival of the note next time.

The note was passed very quickly. It seemed that everyone's potential was stimulated. Although occasionally there were timid ones who held the note and didn't know what to do. But most people still passed the note on.

There were only eight minutes left. The note was spreading in the class at a high efficiency. After everyone got the note, they would quickly pass it back. The note had already gone through one round and was now being passed from the opposite direction.

And I began to think about whether there was any winning strategy for this game. After thinking for a while, I came up with one. Just hold the note in your hand and don't give it to others for nine minutes, and then hand it out at the last moment.

Of course, this method has a huge flaw. Because knowing it means death, no one will receive the note. Then you will be the one to die. And this is likely to anger everyone. Even if you manage to survive this time and offend the whole class, it's still a dead end.

This game of passing the death note is very fair. Everyone has the same chance of survival. Ten minutes is enough for the note to pass through everyone's hands.

And the speed of each person passing the note is also different. Some are fast, some are slow. And some are at a loss due to fear. Therefore, it is impossible to calculate the rules.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone's heart was in their throat. Especially those who had already received the note. They subconsciously began to pass it back. Everyone didn't want to keep this note in their hands.

This note was constantly passed back and forth. Soon this note was passed to Henry again. At this time, I looked and there were only seven minutes left.

Under the threat of death, the efficiency of the classmates in the class was really extremely terrifying. Nearly everyone passed the note to the back within one second of the note landing in their hands.

Holding this note, I roughly looked at it. Then I wrote a line of words on the white paper in front of me. Then I gave it to my classmate in front. The classmate in front nervously took the note and began to pass it forward.

The note has been in my hand twice. The first time was one minute ago, and the second time was now. On average, it was once a minute. This made me seem to see a pattern.

But soon, I found that patterns were completely unnecessary. Because people's psychological endurance is limited. After all, we are all high school students.

There was a problem with the note on the third seat in the front row. That was a girl named Sarah who refused to accept the note from behind.

"Don't give it to me. I won't take it." Sarah said with a sad face, and her eyes were constantly flowing with tears. And the girl behind her was angry and said, "What are you doing? Hurry up and take the note."

"I won't pass it. Holding the note in my hand means death." Sarah shook her head and said. Her face was full of pockmarks and she wasn't good-looking. She was also unknown among the girls.

"No matter what, you still take it." The classmate beside her said. Sarah still refused to shake her head and said firmly, "I will definitely not accept it. This kind of thing can kill people."

"No, you are so shameless." The girl behind her said. Her words immediately aroused the resonance of the people in the class.

"Yes, Sarah. Everyone is playing this game. Everyone is as scared as you. But you can't stop playing just because you are scared."

"Yes, your behavior is too selfish."

"Yes, why can't you accept the note?"

"This game is for everyone to participate in. Why can you stay out of it?"

"So what if I'm selfish? I don't want to participate in this game. I won't accept the note." Sarah shook her head and said. And the girl behind her was so angry that she was about to cry. Her front desk was Sarah.

According to the game rules, she had to hand the note to Sarah and let Sarah pass it up.

But Sarah refused, which made her somewhat embarrassed. Looking at the note in her hand. Tears streaming down her face, she said, "Sarah, you can't do this. Hurry up and take it and pass it to others and you'll be fine."

Her body was trembling slightly, holding the note in her hand and hanging it in mid-air. The whole person looked extremely awkward. But at this time, she couldn't care less.

"I don't want to do this." Sarah shook her head and said dissatisfiedly, "Whoever is willing to die can die. I will definitely not accept it!"

"No, you can't do this!" This girl burst into tears. If the note couldn't be passed out, then it would be herself who had it in her hand. Watching the time pass little by little, she felt like she was going crazy.

"Sarah, what are you doing?" Sophia said angrily.

"Sarah, hurry up and accept it, or I'll kill you," James said angrily. But no matter how furious he was, he didn't dare to leave his seat half a step.

Sarah has now become the public enemy of the whole class. Everyone hates her to the core. But she doesn't care. Her voice was triumphant as she said, "I don't care. Anyway, I'm not going to pass the note. You can pass it however you want as long as it doesn't reach me."

After saying that, she sat in her seat, looking at the whole class triumphantly. On her chubby face, there was a sneer. And her backseat had no choice at the moment and could only pass the note back again.

The classmates behind hesitated for a moment and in the end could only helplessly continue passing the note.

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"Boss, Sarah is too much of a cheater, isn't she?" Henry said.

"Yes, everyone in the whole class participated in this game. But she wants to stay out of it." I said.

"But her cheating method works. At least no one will give her the note. Because she simply doesn't accept it." Henry said enviously.

"Humph, she's really short-sighted. Relying on such a method, even if she wins. She has offended the whole class. There will be no place for her in the entire class by then." I looked at the triumphant Sarah, and a hint of irony flashed in my eyes.

Sarah's method was indeed effective. This almost cheating method allowed her to be invincible in the game. But she offended everyone in the class, even me. But I was too disdainful to embarrass a girl. Otherwise, I had countless ways to make Sarah suffer.

Sarah was just a small interlude. The passing of the note continued. This note continued to be passed among the classmates. With the urgency of time, the passing of the note became faster and faster.

It was as if there was a scythe of the Grim Reaper above everyone's head, always ready to swing down. Under this impending death that was within reach, no one could remain indifferent.

Every classmate was looking at the process of passing the note with a pale face. Now the ten-minute game was more than half over, and there were only five minutes left. Everyone was tense, looking at the approaching note and getting ready one by one.

Among the whole class, only Sarah was carefree. She sneered at the surrounding classmates. Her expression was lazy and calm. Although she also knew that she would break ties with these classmates later. But in order to survive, she didn't regret it at all.

Looking at us struggling for survival, one by one nervously watching the process of passing the note. Afraid of missing a second. She couldn't help but want to laugh heartily.

The note was constantly being passed, and soon it reached my hand again. I looked at the note in my hand. Then I indifferently gave it to Henry. Henry had a serious expression and without saying a word, gave the note to the front desk.

"How boring." I shook my head and started to lie on the table, looking indifferent.

"Boss, what are you doing? Don't sleep," Henry said in alarm. At this time, in the classroom, everyone's

attention was focused on observing the progress of passing the note. Afraid that when it was their turn, they didn't react in time. Even those who just passed the note were closely watching whose hand the note was in.

But at this time, I was going to sleep. How could this not alarm Henry? After all, this game of passing the death note was related to the lives of everyone present.

"Don't look. It won't be our turn." I waved my hand lazily and said.

"It's impossible. The speed of passing the note is so fast now. It will be our turn in less than a minute." Henry didn't believe it.

"It doesn't matter. Even if the note is in my hand, I won't die." I said in a low voice.

Henry's expression changed and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why? Do you know any tricks?"

"It's not a trick. But haven't you noticed? The note we just passed out has been swapped. That is to say, the note being passed now is fake!" I said this earth-shattering news with a calm expression!