Skye, Become the Goddess of the Dark Dimension

"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!"

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"

"Stop shouting and get Mr. Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows if 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 gathered around 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 around forty breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless this was a dream, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. A military cadre transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the service, Zhong knew nothing about technology, and the factory had no shortage of political cadres. So they had assigned him 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 nursery school through junior high. After graduating high school without getting into college, she had been assigned 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 a 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 before his eyes.

The stabbing pain in his elbows and knees, the familiar faces before him, and