"Now, students... Line up one by one. Then you can pick your numbers in this box."
Zhuge has a small red box in his hands.
"Get our numbers? I wonder who's gonna be the first. I hope it's not me." Fatty prayed silently and looked at the small red box nervously. He doesn't want to be the first to embarrass himself. He was also afraid of the pain.
Who would not? Even if he knew that he wouldn't die. As someone who was born into a wealthy family. Pain isn't something he was accustomed to.
Caleb, on the other hand, shrugged casually. "Isn't it just feeling pain and dying?"
Well, of course, pain and dying weren't a foreign concept to him. Death was his friend. He died a hundred times that death wasn't so scary to him anymore. That's also the case with pain.
"What do you even mean by it just dying?"