"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, begin! 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 and get Teacher 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 cries. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each one more anxious than the last. Then searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.
"Aimin's awake. Everyone, give him some room." A man around forty breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"
Unless this was a dream, the man before him had to be Zhong Jianyu, once his colleague and big brother. He was a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the service. 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, Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. After graduating high school, she had failed to get into university, so the factory assigned her to teach English at the Children's Middle School. But she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee; she was a "collective worker," whose salary and benefits were one tier below those of formal employees...
"Aimin, look at my hand!" Not knowing what Han Aimin was thinking, Zhong Jianyu raised a finger and moved it before Han Aimin's eyes.
The sharp pain