2013年11月8日中午,教室里弥漫着起哄的气息。“张文军,双11就要来了!你想好到时候给女同学买啥礼物了吗?”“不敢送,你就是缩头乌龟,你就继续打光棍!”“打光棍!打光棍!”……大家七嘴八舌,嘻嘻哈哈,甚至有人吹起了口哨。此时,我已走进教室,看着脸上一阵青一阵白的张文军,我冲口而出:“说啥?有你们这样开玩笑的吗?究竟是哪门子节日?”“光棍节!”好家伙,竟然异 At noon on November 8th, 2013, the classroom was filled with sighs. “Zhang Wenjun, the double 11 is coming! Do you want to be good enough to buy gifts for female students?” “Don’t dare to send, you just shrink your head and you continue to hit the baton!” “” A bachelor! A baton!“ ”... Everyone talks, laughs and laughs, and even someone whistles. At this point, I have entered the classroom and looked at the white Zhang Wenjun in the face for a while. I rushed out: “What? Are you kidding me? What’s the holiday?”“ Singles! ”Good guys, actually different