[Provoke the class to death]

To put it simply, provoke the class to a dead end. Don't disturb me listening to what I like, don't interrupt my thinking, don't interfere with my life, let alone infringe on my mental hygiene. But in fact, there is such a line that makes you nervous. When you find that everyone except yourself does not care about your pain at all, the truth is completely unimportant. No one cares about what is inside. Is the point.

Although it is a satirical work with a black theme, it is aimed at urban office workers, the typical golden and white-collar workers.
This kind of impetuous and luxurious upper-class social circle is intertwined with everyone in the play. If anything you say is convincing, it proves that you are in the play. If you expose any real unethical thoughts that go against your personal image, I am afraid there will be no sympathy.

Crossing the tightest line, everything seemed so reasonable.

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