Transferring the Aura of "Demon King's Despair"

"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 if he broke any bones? We can'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 looking 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 asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, this man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and Big Brother. He had transferred out of the military and joined 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 his third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating from high school, she had failed to get into university, so the factory assigned her to the Children's Middle School as an English teacher. But she was neither a cadre nor a regular employee; she was a "collective worker," whose salary and benefits were a tier below those of regular employees...

"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu had no idea what Han Aimin was thinking. He raised a finger and moved it back and forth before Han Aimin's