My Adorable, Well-Behaved Junior Disciple, Sun Wukong

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

Han Aimin had returned to the 985 Factory he had dreamed of day and night. He no longer wanted to be laid off or drift from place to place. He wanted to change not only his life, but his destiny.

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, 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 a bone? 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 more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make some room." A man in his forties breathed a sigh of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. Zhong had transferred from the military to the 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 third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle