Qin Empire's Extraordinary Weapons Research

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises begins now. Stretching exercise, ready—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 take 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 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 in his forties visibly relaxed, then asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him had to be Zhong Jianyu, once his colleague and big brother. Zhong had been a military cadre before transferring 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. She was both a 985 Factory Descendant and his third sister's classmate from kindergarten 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 did not hold cadre status, nor was she a formal employee. She was a "Collective Worker," whose salary and benefits were a grade lower than those of formal employees...

"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu had no idea what Han Aimin was thinking. He raised a finger and moved it in front of Han Aimin's eyes.

The stabbing pain in his elbows and knees,