"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises begins now. Stretching exercise, ready—go! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."
"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"
"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"
"Stop shouting! Hurry and get Mr. Han to the hospital!"
"Who knows whether he broke any bones? We can't move him around. We should call the hospital!"
Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping shouts. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces surrounding him, each one more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.
"Aimin's awake. Give him some space." A man in his forties breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"
If this wasn't a dream, then the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and Big Brother. He was a military cadre who had been transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the army. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned as a politics teacher at the Children's Middle School.
The young woman behind Zhong Jianyu, wearing a floral plaid spring and autumn shirt, was surnamed Liu—Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating high school and failing to get into university, she had been assigned by the factory to teach English at the Children's Middle School. However, she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee, but a "collective worker" whose salary and benefits were a tier below those of formal employees...
"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu had no idea what Han Aimin was thinking. He raised a finger and moved it before Han Aimin's eyes.
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