"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. Hurry and get Mr. 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 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 visibly relaxed, then asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"
If this was not a dream, then the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, once both his colleague and his big brother. He was a military 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 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 not only a descendant of 985 Factory, but also third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating high school, she had failed to get into university, so the factory assigned her to teach English at the Children's Middle School. However, she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee, but a "collective worker" whose salary and benefits were one grade 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 waved it in front of Han Aimin's eyes.
The piercing