I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

He canceled the match and answered the phone.

"Hello? Old Chen, are you coming to the high school reunion?"

The monitor’s voice, familiar yet strange, rang out.

Having not heard it in so long, and considering that the monitor’s voice would have changed, made it sound particularly alien.

But to Chen Yun, with his Memory Palace capable of remembering the monitor’s past voice, it still felt somewhat familiar.

"High school reunion? It’s been over five years since I graduated from university, why suddenly think of this?"

Chen Yun responded upon hearing this.

The days of high school, to tell the truth, did feel quite remote.

He hadn’t been in touch with those high school classmates for a very long time, let alone attended any so-called high school reunions.

In fact, normal people, except for two or three close friends, would still meet up many years after graduation.

Most, however, would never contact each other again after graduation.