Class One at City No. 1 High School: an utterly ordinary class.
Until, after class monitor Zhao Shuang “died,” she sent the first red packet in the QQ group.
We were trapped in a “game” we couldn't quit.
The rules were simple, but every step could be fatal.
You could refuse to play.
But you'd die.
You could fight back.
But no one would remember you.
The only thing you could do was survive.