Kong Xuan Enters the Fray and Rout the Western Qi Army

"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's broken any bones? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was startled 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 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 this was a dream, the man before him had to be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and older brother. He had been a cadre transferred to 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, Liu Pingping. Not only was she a 985 Factory Descendant, she had also been third sister's classmate from daycare 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 was neither a cadre nor a formal employee. She was a "Collective Worker," whose pay and benefits were one grade 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.

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