February 11th, the second day of the Lunar New Year.
Xue Yang's old high school classmate, Sun Haoran, came to his house looking for him. Back in high school, they had been deskmates. However, since Xue Yang had always been focused on his studies, he didn't know Sun Haoran very well and only remembered him vaguely. He was about 170 cm tall and wasn't heavy, but the few pimples on his cheeks made him seem somewhat shy.
"Xue Yang, we're planning a class reunion on Valentine's Day. Why haven't you said anything?"
Xue Yang was slightly stunned. "Really?"
In my memory, it seems no one has ever mentioned this to me. Or could my memory have deteriorated to this extent?
"Yes, we've been discussing it daily in the class group. You haven't looked at it even once?"
After thinking for a moment, Xue Yang asked, "Do we have a class group?"
How could I not know about this? I don't seem to recall one at all.
