To Namek Was to Risk One's Life

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"

"Stop shouting! Get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke any bones? Don'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 gathered around him, each 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 hurriedly asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. Zhong had been a military cadre before transferring 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 high school and failing to get into college, she had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as an English teacher. However, she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee, but 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 his eyes.

The sharp pain in his elbows and knees, the familiar faces before him, and the familiar melody of the Sixth Set of Radio Exercises outside made Han Aimin realize that this was not a dream. He hurriedly said, "Teacher