The Emperor in the Sky Conquered Mongolia

"Attention, the Sixth Set of Radio Exercises is now beginning. 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 and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he's broken any bones? Don't move him around. 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 some room." A man of around forty let out a sigh of relief and urgently asked, "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 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, and her name was Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. After graduating from high school and failing to get into university, 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 one tier below 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 before Han Aimin's eyes.

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