The revelation that our school was originally built on a cemetery shocked everyone in our classroom. But then some people asked, "So what? Many schools are built on former cemeteries. Is that strange?"

James was momentarily speechless, but he quickly recovered. He hurriedly said, "This school was said to be a burial ground before, with countless people buried there. It's rumored that when the school was being constructed, numerous skeletons were unearthed. Perhaps the curse on our class is somehow related to that cemetery."

"Impossible," Derek retorted. "If that's the case, why is it only our class that's suffering from the curse, with so many other classes in the school?" James was taken aback and could not reply.

"The first vote in the group chat was initiated by David, but since his death, someone has taken his place. To end this curse, we must find that person," Ivan suddenly stood up and said.

With a name like a character in a romance drama and a background to match, Ivan was a skinny yet handsome student with a father who owned a large corporation. His family's assets were worth billions. Additionally, he was an academic star, ranking first in the grade. Despite not attending class every day and sometimes going out, his homeroom teacher tolerated his absence. Although he was低调 in class, no one dared to question his influence.

"But how do we find that person? The only one who might know the truth, David, is dead," George said.

"Who in the class knows David's account password? Perhaps we can log into his account and disband the group to end the curse," Ivan suggested.

"If that's the case, the few students who were close to David might know his password," George exclaimed with excitement. Our gaze fell on James, who was David's best friend in the class.

"Don't look at me. Although I was close to David, I don't know his password," James shrugged. Other students who were close to David gave similar replies.

"What can we do? Let the voting continue indefinitely? Two students have already died," Sophia lamented.

"For now, that seems to be the only option until we find the culprit behind all this," Ivan said calmly.

"Let's all work together and investigate. Maybe we'll have a chance," Sophia encouraged. Ivan only smiled coldly and returned to his seat.

The students below the stage discussed incessantly as the next voting drew nearer. Each of us felt uneasy, fearing that the next vote would target us. Henry and I were also discussing the matter.

"What should we do for the next vote?" Henry asked.

"We should choose the option with the least casualties, just like today," I said.

"Absolutely right. If we all agree on this, no one else will die," Henry concurred.

I nodded but was not fully convinced. The person behind the voting was undoubtedly a demon. They would never let us have it easy. More deaths might occur tomorrow.

After discussing for an afternoon, the students in the class did not uncover any valuable clues. Finally, as school ended, the classroom was still abuzz with conversations. Before leaving, Sophia warned, "Don't reveal the curse to anyone. We might face unforeseen consequences."

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On my way home, my mind was in turmoil, constantly pondering. The girl who jumped off the building three years ago, the female clothes on Old Harr's bed, the abandoned dormitory, and the curse hovering over our classroom.

These seemingly unrelated clues seemed to hold some connection when put together. I had a premonition that connecting these clues might help me uncover the truth.

Back at home, I continued to think about the matter. My family was from a middle-class background, and our living conditions were not luxurious. Sitting at the dinner table, I pondered while eating.

"My dad looked at me with a distracted expression and asked me about my studies, then he stopped talking. I ate my meal闷闷的ly, and suddenly something came to my mind. I turned to my dad and asked, "Hey Dad, do you know what's been happening at our school recently?"

"Has something happened?" My dad asked in surprise.

I hesitated for a moment and shook my head, "Nothing's happened."

After finishing the meal, I turned and went back to my bedroom. This was my private space, a small world of my own, despite being less than twenty square meters. As soon as I closed the door and turned on the light, my expression immediately became serious.

My dad's surprised reaction to my earlier question indicated that he didn't know what had actually transpired in our classroom. However, with two deaths in the past few days, the news couldn't have stayed contained. My dad was always well-informed, often interested in gossip and rumors.

This made me sense something, but after careful consideration, I couldn't quite figure it out. At that moment, my gaze fell on a photo on the wall, and my pupils contracted, my eyes suddenly frozen.

The photo was taken after our military training ended, with all the classmates in our class in it. I quickly examined the photo and immediately noticed something strange.

The students in the photo were smiling, standing neatly together. In the center was our homeroom teacher, surrounded by other teachers and instructors. Among them, I found David and Isabella.

Their expressions were peculiar. David's face was pale, his skin resembling the color of a corpse. His head was tilted back slightly, and his face was twisted into a painful expression. Yet, despite this, his face still exhibited a ghastly smile.

Isabella also had a strange complexion, her skin equally ghastly white. Her head was tilted forward, and her mouth curved into a sinister smile. Besides them, the others looked normal, with no changes. As I stared at the photo, I felt a chill creeping up my spine.

This was the curse of the class, dragging us all towards death. The photos of David and Isabella in this picture were the best evidence. The photo was originally unremarkable, but since David and Isabella's deaths, it had undergone a fundamental change.

The two grinning figures in the photo contrasted sharply with the smiling classmates around them, making them appear especially terrifying. I slumped onto the bed, knowing that if I couldn't figure out a way, I would eventually appear in this photo as well, with my pale skin and ghastly smile.

The next day, I dragged my heavy feet to the classroom. The students in the classroom looked miserable, and this time everyone had brought their phones, even Adam with a Xiaomi phone.

The first class was English. When the English teacher walked in, she noticed the unusual atmosphere in the class but didn't think much of it and continued with her lesson. However, even the most diligent students didn't raise their hands to answer questions this time.

The English teacher shook her head helplessly and taught us some new words, then let us study by ourselves for the rest of the class. As soon as she left, the classroom immediately came alive.

"Has the new vote started yet?" One student asked while opening their phone. Others also glanced at their phones.

"It's started! The new vote is up!" A girl suddenly exclaimed.

The other students in the class quickly checked the Twitter group. Indeed, a new poll had begun.

"You must choose one of the following two options. You can abstain from voting. If the votes are tied, both parties must carry out their respective options. Otherwise, they will be punished by decapitation."

"Option 1: Jasmine must have a relationship with Frank today."

"Option 2: Jared must have a relationship with Adam today."

"How could this be," I said, stunned, looking at the options. The first option was truly unexpected. Jasmine was one of the most beautiful girls in our class. She had a tall and sexy figure and dressed very maturely. Although she might not be the most beautiful girl in our class, she was undoubtedly the most sexy and mature.

To think that the first option would involve her having a relationship with me was an absolute dream come true."