"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!"
"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"
"Stop shouting! Hurry and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"
"Who knows if he's broken a bone? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital instead!"
Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. 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. Make some room." A man around forty breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"
Unless he was dreaming, this 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.
Behind Zhong Jianyu stood a young woman in a Floral Plaid Spring and Autumn Shirt. Her surname was Liu, and her name was Liu Pingping. Not only was she a 985 Factory Descendant, she had also been classmates with third sister from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating high school, she failed to get into university and was 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 one grade lower than those of formal employees...
"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu had no idea what Han Aimin was thinking. He raised a finger