It Was Time to Send the Frieza Force to Hell

Prepare for war and famine for the people; good people and good horses go to the Third Front!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory he had longed for day and night. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to keep drifting 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 incredibly exciting and would take you back to the Years of Passionate Burning.

"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! Hurry and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke a bone? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted 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. Everyone, move aside." A man in his forties let out a breath of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, this man before him should have been Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and Big Brother. Zhong had transferred from the military to the 985 Factory. Since he did not understand 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