The First Round of Magical Exchanges in Battle

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises begins now. 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! Hurry and take Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows if he broke anything? 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, every one of them more anxious than the last. Then a burning pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make room." A man in his forties heaved a sigh of relief and urgently asked, "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 transferred to 985 Factory from the military. 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, Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and 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 formal employee. She was a "collective worker," whose salary and benefits were one tier below those of formal employees...

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

The sharp pain in his elbows and