Remember when we were all in college or high school, when we were playing legacy! If you want to go online, you can only go to the Internet café. Basically, you spend a day in an internet café. Although the Internet was relatively cheap at that time, basically 1-3 yuan an hour, it was still a big expense for our student party. In addition to cigarettes, water, rice, suppers, snacks, etc. when surfing the Internet, it costs dozens of dollars to go out every day, so many people gradually begin to develop the bad habit of "rubbing".
The first is to rub often, go to the Internet café with friends and classmates, today you rub him, tomorrow he rubs you, anyway, it is a meal. Usually, the most rubbed cigarettes are cigarettes. At that time, 3 people went online for 3-5 packs of cigarettes a night! At that time, we smoked more Red Tower Mountain, haha. Then, come to the Internet café in the middle of the night and shout fried rice fried rice noodles, which is a must.
In addition to rubbing with real friends, it is also habitual rubbing in the game, and there are teams in the middle of the night, playing monsters and being lazy, and getting good things. There is also equipment and gold coins from friends in the game. It's called borrowing, but I don't know how long it will take to pay it off. What is even more excessive is to let unfamiliar players borrow things, all by three inches. Tongue flickering, especially in the same guild, is the easiest to rub.
In those days, whether in the game or in our reality, this kind of king rub was everywhere. Have you ever met anyone who likes to rub the heat when you play games? You can leave a message in the comments section. Now you can still find the classic on your phone.
Slightly wine-colored and reddish
Xinlang letter is like Zhejiang tide
Guan Guanchun tree birds sound a lot
Gaze at the Han river leaning on the mountain pavilion
Good water and good mountains are not enough to see
Swim thousands of times in the mountains and rivers
The old chicken outside the net broke its tail
Weft sound remnants of tristip
Can you read this poem?