I'm trapped in a cube

Crunch, creak...

The hot summer day made the students in the classroom irritable.

"Mo Ling! What are you doing!"

A roar brought Mo Ling back to his senses from his daze.

He looked over and found that it was the Chinese teacher on the podium.

The teacher was looking at him angrily, and the fire in his eyes seemed to devour him.

Before Mo Ling could answer, his naughty deskmate reported to the teacher: "Report to the teacher! Mo Ling is looking at the plane!"

The classmate's words caused laughter, and the originally dull class was instantly ignited and became restless.

"Quiet!" The teacher patted the table and said angrily: "I know I took up the physical education class. You have an opinion. Isn't it because the physical education teacher is sick? Pay attention to the class! Don't think about it!"

Hearing this, Mo Ling's naughty deskmate started to make trouble again.

"The PE teacher is sick again? The PE teacher has never been sick this semester!"

The deskmate's words caused another commotion. The Chinese teacher's face turned red. She walked down angrily and pinched the naughty deskmate's ear.

"It hurts!"

While pinching the deskmate, the teacher looked at Mo Ling who was still looking up in a daze.

"Mo Ling, are you still looking at the plane?" the teacher asked angrily.

"No, teacher..." Mo Ling raised her hand and pointed at the swaying ceiling fan: "I think the fan is going to fall down."

Crack, crack...

Mo Ling was not looking at the plane, but at the ceiling fan.

"Huh?" The teacher was stunned: "Your imagination is quite..."

Before she finished speaking, the teacher heard a crisp sound.

Ding!

A screw fell to the ground.

The teacher looked up quickly, but a rotating ceiling fan had already come in front of her.

The rapidly rotating fan blades had cut off her hair, and in the next second, she would be separated from her body.

She seemed to see the fan blade cutting into her neck, cutting open the fragile skin, the rusty iron blade cutting open the artery, and warm blood gushing out...

The teacher swallowed her saliva, she regretted not listening to Mo Ling.

"It would have been better if I had avoided it earlier."

She closed her eyes, waiting for the rusty steel blade to cut off her fragile neck in the next second.

However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

She opened her eyes, and a strange cube-shaped hole appeared in front of her. The hole just covered the original position of the ceiling fan, which was pitch black and seemed to lead to endless darkness.

"What is this?"

The teacher quickly bent down, trying to protect Mo Ling and the naughty classmate below.

However, Mo Ling, who was originally sitting in the seat, had disappeared.

Only the naughty classmate was left dumbfounded.

...

Mo Ling's heart was pounding, but his consciousness was blurred.

"It's so strange, how did I get here?"

Mo Ling stood in the middle of the living room at home. He didn't know what he was going to do or why he was standing here. It was as if his mind was suddenly cleared and he couldn't remember anything.

His head ached, so he had to sit on the sofa and rub his temples.

The landline next to him suddenly rang, playing a melodious sonata. Mo Ling hesitated for a moment and reached out.

"My parents won't be back today, so go to bed early at home."

After saying that, the other party hung up.

Click, the clock just pointed to eleven o'clock, it was time to go to bed.

Mo Ling walked to the living room in a daze and prepared to turn off the lights in the living room.

However, when his hand was on the switch, a chill rose from his body.

Mo Ling took a deep breath and pressed the switch.

Suddenly, the living room was dark.

The moment the living room fell into darkness, Mo Ling felt a breath of air blown behind him, and it seemed that many eyes suddenly appeared in those invisible gaps, staring at him.

"Run!"

In the first time, Mo Ling chose to run away.

He quickly rushed into the room, and the breath behind him followed him like a shadow.

"As long as I rush to the bed, it can't catch up with me!" Mo Ling suddenly had this thought in his mind, and he ran faster and faster.

This was his home, and Mo Ling could run back to the bed with his eyes closed.

But in the dark, the distance from the living room to the room was extremely far.

The coolness behind him had completely stuck to him, and something like a finger was touching Mo Ling's back. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat and his heartbeat reached the extreme.

"What is that!"

Mo Ling's feeling seemed to have extended to the back of his body. He didn't need to watch to feel the threat from the darkness. Those things had been following him and waiting for him to turn off the lights.

"If I could get rid of this weird thing, it would be great..."

At the moment when the thought came to Mo Ling's mind, he felt a cool breeze blowing backwards, as if there was suddenly nothing behind him.

Then, that strange sense of crisis completely disappeared.

There was nothing chasing him in the dark, no fingers touching his back.

It was as if the fear in his heart was instantly stripped away.

"Huh?" Mo Ling stopped immediately, a little confused: "This is my home, what am I afraid of?"

He turned his head casually, but found that the living room was cut apart by a terrible force, and air flow kept pouring in.

The ceiling and the floor were cut smoothly. He stood at the edge and could see the neighbor on the lower floor through the gap.

The neighbor was watching TV, but now he looked up, as if he had seen something incredible, and the snacks in his hand fell to the ground.

A little embarrassing...

Mo Ling raised his hand embarrassedly and greeted the neighbor below.

"Hello, Uncle Wang! I also like to eat dried fish..."

Before he spoke, Mo Ling's figure disappeared, leaving only Uncle Wang standing there motionless.

...

"Ah? So strange."

Mo Ling sat by the playground after school, shaking his toes.

"Mo Ling, I'm sorry, I told the teacher about it again. I have no choice but to be the class monitor. Sometimes in front of interests, friends are not so important. I'm sorry, I really want to make progress..." Mo Ling's naughty deskmate sat aside, apologizing to Mo Ling while chewing the watermelon in his hand.

"What did you tell about?" Mo Ling asked puzzledly.

"Alas, why do you have to tell me so much? Knowing too much will only make you feel uncomfortable. The content of this report is not so important. The main thing is that I think our friendship should be unshakable. Although it is not perfect and has flaws, it is extremely beautiful..." The deskmate said nonsense in a conscientious manner.

"Then what did you report?" Mo Ling ignored his beating around the bush and continued to ask.

The deskmate sighed again: "I told the teacher that you climbed over the wall to buy watermelon during class, so the teacher confiscated your watermelon."

While apologizing, the deskmate bit the watermelon in his hand.

"But the melon you picked is really sweet."

"Why is the melon I picked with you?"

"This is the reward for my reporting. The teacher gave me the confiscated melon and asked me to share it with my classmates." My deskmate pointed to the classmates who were eating melons not far away: "This way I can win people's hearts and get one step closer to the class monitor."

"That's why I told you, don't get to the bottom of it. This world is very dark. Intrigues and deceptions, in order to achieve the goal, you must do whatever it takes. My classmates will only remember that I shared the melon with them, and that you were punished by the teacher to stand in class. I got the benefit, and you were laughed at..."

"Mo Ling, don't be so naive anymore. This is advice as a friend."

My deskmate looked at the playground in the distance, as if he saw through life.