"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. 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 take Teacher Han to the hospital!"
"Who knows whether he broke any bones? We can't move him carelessly. We'd better call the hospital!"
Han Aimin was startled 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. Make room, everyone." A man in his forties visibly relaxed and asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"
If this wasn't a dream, then the man before him had to be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and old big brother. He had been a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as a politics teacher.
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. She was both a 985 Factory Descendant and third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating from high school and failing to get into college, she had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as an English teacher. However, she had neither cadre status nor formal employee status. She was a "Collective Worker," whose salary and benefits were a grade 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 in front of Han Aimin's eyes.
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