The Western Two Saints Throw Tantrums and Steal the Interception Sect's Three Thousand Worldly Disciples

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

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory he had yearned for day and night. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to drift from place to place anymore. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.

PS: This book was also titled Rebirth 1987. It was tremendously exciting and would take you back to the Years of Passionate Burning.

"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 looking more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

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

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should have been his former colleague and big brother, Zhong Jianyu. He had transferred out of 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 as a politics teacher at the Children's Middle School.

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 kindergarten through middle school. After graduating from high school, she had failed to get into university, so the factory assigned her to teach English at the