Good evening, old buddies, this is Chu Yue, the homeless editor who loves to do so.
I believe that all of you who like games have more or less had the experience of Internet cafes in the past. The noisy, chaotic, and smoke-smelling Internet cafes mixed with instant noodles in my memory have brought game enlightenment to many players, and have also left us with many interesting memories in those gradually passing times, so today I want to talk to my old buddies: the story of you and the Internet café in those years.
Strong stacking: The following is only a personal experience sharing, teenagers must learn hard Xi Oh).
I vaguely remember that when I was in junior high school, I was timid and fun, and I couldn't resist the kind of invitation of my senior brother, followed them out of the boarding school in the middle of the night, and got into the black Internet café in the town where even half of the signboard was off in the pouring rain.
At that time, the environment of the Internet café can only be described as extremely poor, the Internet café was smoky, smelly, the machine was rotten and broken, the network was still stuck and stopped, and the indescribable "toilet" was placed now, I am afraid I can't stay for a minute, but at that time I spent one passionate night after another there.
To be honest, I'm not addicted to the internet, and without those "fox friends", I would have almost no interest in stepping through that door myself. At that time, I had an "Internet café partner" A, and we were considered to be the "** partners" in the private accommodation field, not only going together, but even being caught by the director in pairs (once 5 people went together, we did not sit side by side, but we were arrested).
He is not tall, the thick eyebrows on a Chinese face seem to have been painted with a black marker, a pair of small squinting eyes hidden behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and he always likes to raise his eyebrows when he sees anyone, giving people a rather obscene feeling. Although my buddies are not good-looking, they are kind people and are willing to give generously to their friends.
Just for reference, I never imagined that this "best friend" would give me a fatal backstab at a critical moment.
It was an ordinary night in the second year of high school, and the two of us skillfully followed the day students out of the school gate after the evening self-Xi, and went straight to the Internet café Gentle Township after a mess. But the butt was still hot, and the classmates' condolences to us were frequently heard in the class QQ group.
You're done, and the old class just found out the two of you."
Give your parents a **".
In the face of sudden bad news, shock, worry, panic, regret, countless emotions alternately exchanged between the two of us, pondering the brain of the canyon to control the enemy all night to learn the art of war, and piecing together the way to break the game in one bad idea after another. In the end, the two of us, who didn't have the courage to break the jar, rushed back to school all the way, and walked back to the dormitory with the assistance of A's father (A is a classic habitual offender, and his old father is also a ** lake that can be passed at one point).
At that time, although the head teacher had already gone home, I knew that I would still be interrogated the next day, so I couldn't sleep at night, so I scratched my head and made up a clumsy script "to celebrate the birthday of my good buddies at other schools". It's late at night, and the extremely sleepy buddy A (important foreshadowing) is already drowsy, but I am timid and afraid to put aside every detail over and over again.
Now that I think about it, I was too clown to spend the night with trepidation, and the next morning after Xi, I was called to the office after Xi. In the face of the same small head teacher, I was well prepared before he could be formally interrogated, and I first threw off a set of combination punches prepared last night, and the situation was that the words were reasonable, the attitude was impassioned, the movements were humble and polite, and the demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, so that today I still want to call it the most successful speech in my life, even if I have experienced social beatings now, I have to avoid its edge.
The success master has to pay a fee to join the group when he comesLooking at me, the head teacher who was a little confused may have already believed it to be true (I learned afterwards that he didn't plan to investigate with us because of some off-board things), and after a few words of casual criticism, I was about to start a bitter teaching, and I was about to prevaricate the past, and I was also planning to breathe a sigh of relief.
However, at this moment, A, who had been behind me in a daze and lowered his head, suddenly said the first words he said when he entered the office. But it was this sentence, fourteen words, that smeared my life with a layer of shock that will never go away.
Teacher, I'll have a showdown with you, let's go online."
His sudden words made me and the head teacher's CPU stunned. Although he later explained to me that he was too sleepy and wanted to sleep when he didn't wake up, he stretched out his neck and stabbed himself (it is indeed something he can do).
The shock, the worry, the panic, the regret that had been circulating in me came back to my eyes again, and the anger and helplessness were born again, and to this day I still peel open his pig brain and use a magnifying glass to see what diarrhea mixture is stuffed inside.
Although the homeroom teacher who didn't hold back his laughter didn't punish us much afterwards, and my buddy A also invited me to the net for more than a week, I still hate him a little now, not so much that he "backstabbed" me at the beginning, but angry that this B broke the perfect language art that I may only have once in my life.
But the lesson of this incident is that we must watch the yellow calendar when we meet on the Internet in the future, and we are still close friends on the game field, even if we rarely go to the Internet café in our busy lives, this incident is still the funniest and most unforgettable memory every time we talk about that school day (the most outrageous thing is that there is also DLC for this thing). In the current era, the Internet café has become an Internet café, the examination room for 1 yuan has become 3 yuan, and the Internet fee of 10 yuan for half a day is now not worth 1 hour, and the environment of the Internet café is getting better and better, but the number of times I and my friends go to the Internet café is also getting less and less.
The figure who hooked his shoulders and ran to the Internet café excitedly could only stay in that era.
Since the Internet, my personal interesting experience is shared here, it may be a bit self-congratulatory and verbose, but everything is just to throw bricks and stones, do you have any stories that are still fresh in your memory of Internet cafes?Welcome to share with you in the comment area.