Himmel the Hero's First Kill

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"

"Stop shouting. Hurry and get Mr. Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke any bones? 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 gathered around him, each looking more anxious than the last. Then a burning pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin is awake. Make room." A man around forty sighed in relief and asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"

If this wasn't a dream, then the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He had been a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technical work 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, Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. After graduating from high school, she had failed to get into college, so the factory assigned her to the Children's Middle School as an English teacher. But she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee. She was 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 in front of his eyes.

The agony 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 this was no dream.