Ultra Taboo Game

It was a sweltering afternoon. I was listening attentively in class while our homeroom teacher, whose posture was as subtle as ever, stood at the podium explaining a brilliant physics problem.

Ding-dong—!

"Whose phone is that? Turn it off immediately, or I'll keep it for you," the homeroom teacher said sternly, her sharp gaze sweeping over us.

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I had reacted quickly and silenced my phone, or I would have been caught. Who on earth would play a prank like sending me messages during class?

I glanced at the screen. The message read: [The Forbidden Game has begun!]

What on earth?

The sender was an unrecognizable number.

Frowning, I looked around, but none of my classmates seemed suspicious. Just as I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, it vibrated again—a new message.

[In three minutes, the last student in the second row, Student A, will be called on by the teacher to answer a question.]

I was immediately annoyed. Who was so bored as to pull this prank? Yet, no one nearby looked unusual.

Just then, the teacher spoke. "Li Yizhong, stand up and explain the relationship between electrostatics and the electrostatic field."

I glanced back at Li Yizhong, who looked utterly at a loss.

Some students started to laugh, but I was stunned. The last student in the second row—Student A—was Li Yizhong.

Buzz, buzz...

The phone vibrated in my pocket once more. I cursed under my breath—again? Who was that bastard with nothing better