Li Jingxu Injured, Divine Camel Yixiu Dies

"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 yelling! 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 shouts. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each one more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make some room." A man around forty let out a breath 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. He had transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the military. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to teach politics 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—Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. 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 ranked one tier 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 agony in his elbows and knees, the familiar faces before him,