Heaven's Number One Rebel Has Arrived

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, go! 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 any bones? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. 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. Give him some room." A man in his forties let out a breath of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him had to be his former colleague and big brother, Zhong Jianyu. He was a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the army. 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 college, so the factory assigned her to teach English at the Children's Middle School. But she had neither cadre status nor formal employee status. 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 in front of Han Aimin's