It was already the third day of summer camp when I woke up.

I slept the whole day yesterday and had no idea what happened.

There are even fewer classmates in the class compared to yesterday.

Now, there are only fifteen people left.

Some classmates died from mental breakdown and took their own lives.

More classmates were killed by others.

They kept suspecting and killing each other.

Such a foolish group of people.

The dream I had yesterday gave me a vague guess.

But I dare not think in that direction.

Because she has been gone for too long.

So long that only a few sporadic people in this class still remember her.

I am one of them.

The other one is Liang Jiang.

The former class leader, Liang Jiang, who used to be high and mighty, is now pleading with me in a low voice, "Lin Qiu, you must know, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I responded coldly.

"Lin Xia, the person behind the scenes must be her! You were best friends. How could you not know where she is?" Liang Jiang said urgently.

"Yes, we were best friends.

"I do know where she is.

"Don't you know?

"Lin Xia is dead! She's already dead!"

As I spoke, a tear fell uncontrollably.

Liang Jiang looked at me dumbfounded.

He murmured, "She's dead, she's dead. Now we're all doomed," and left.

I watched his figure and understood his fear, and I deeply felt that he deserved it.

It was him who accepted the latest model phone from Liang Gang, and then persuaded Lin Xia not to report it to the police.

Today is only the third day of summer camp.

Considering the current situation, I seriously doubt that it will take five days before all the students in Class 3 of Grade 12 will be dead.

At noon, Liang Jiang hanged himself in the classroom.

How eerie the scene was.

With no limbs, he couldn't have hanged himself.

But judging from the shocked reactions of other students, it didn't seem like he was killed either.

"Look at the blackboard!" Song Yu cried.

"Lin Xia, I'm sorry."

"It's the class leader's handwriting!" someone shouted.

"Lin Xia, Lin Xia is back!"

The class erupted in wailing and howling like ghosts.

Yes.

Of course, they were afraid.

Because everyone in this class, to some extent, had bullied Lin Xia.

That's how middle school bullying works.

If you don't want to be the victim of bullying, it's best to join the bullies and bully others together.

Poor Lin Xia was the one who was bullied by the whole class.

"Are you all afraid of me?" a familiar voice.

I suddenly burst into tears.

It really was her.

Lin Xia hadn't changed much in appearance.

Still so sweet and gentle.

But she's different now from before.

While I was crying tears of joy, the other students had already gone mad with fear.

They frantically apologized to Lin Xia, some even knelt down and kowtowed.

Lin Xia chuckled, "Classmates, since you all feel guilty towards me, how about playing a game with me?

"Write down the name of the classmate you hate the most on a piece of paper. The one with the most nominations will disappear from this world forever. How about that?"

It seems Lin Xia still hasn't let go.

I sighed softly because the perpetual victim of these "games" was always her.

Timidly, Song Yu asked, "Can we write anyone's name?"

Lin Xia laughed again and replied, "Of course, anyone present can be written down.

"Let's start now."

I looked around.

A few classmates were whispering to each other.

Lin Xia came to my side and smiled, "Xiao Qiu, guesswhat they're talking about."

I hesitated for a moment and then whispered, "They're discussing who to write down on the paper."

Lin Xia's smile deepened, "Very good. Let's see who they choose."

One by one, the students folded their papers and placed them in a box in the center of the classroom.

Lin Xia picked up the box, her eyes glinting with a mixture of sadness and vengeance.

She opened the first paper and read the name aloud.

"Liang Jiang."

The class fell into silence.

I looked at Liang Jiang's empty seat, feeling a strange mix of relief and guilt.

Lin Xia continued opening the papers one by one, reading out the names of those who had been chosen.

Each time a name was called, the student turned pale and trembled.

It was a chilling sight.

Finally, only one paper remained in the box.

Lin Xia held it up and said, "The last name."

She unfolded the paper and her smile disappeared.

"Lin Xia."

A hush fell over the classroom.

Lin Xia's eyes widened, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

She whispered, "I wrote my own name."

The room was filled with a heavy silence.

Lin Xia slowly crumpled the paper and dropped it to the ground.

She turned to face the class, her expression filled with sorrow and regret.

"I can't keep playing this game," she said softly.

"I can't keep seeking revenge."

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at each student, one by one.

"I forgive you all," she said, her voice trembling.

"I hope you can find forgiveness in your hearts as well."

With those words, she turned and walked out of the classroom, disappearing into the distance.

The remaining students sat in stunned silence, grappling with the weight of what had just transpired.

We were left to contemplate the consequences of our actions and the scars we had inflicted upon one another.

It was a lesson we would never forget.

And as for me, I vowed to carry Lin Xia's forgiveness with me for the rest of my life, striving to be a better person and to never let the darkness of bullying consume me again.