Vegeta: Am I the Weakest Saiyan?

Prepare for war and famine, serve the people! Good people and good horses to the Third Front!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory he had dreamed of day and night. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to drift from place to place. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.

PS: This book was also known as Rebirth 1987. It was immensely exciting and would take you back to the Years of Passionate Burning.

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready! 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 if he broke a bone? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by familiar yet unfamiliar faces, every one of them more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make room." A man around forty let out a breath of relief and asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He had been a military cadre transferred to the 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to teach politics 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. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third