His Majesty's Considerations Regarding Buddhism Have Nothing to Do with the Pure Thought Zen Sect

"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 shouting and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows if he broke a bone? We can't move him around. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping shouts. Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by familiar yet unfamiliar faces, each more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make some room." A man in his forties let out a breath of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him had to be his former colleague and Big Brother, Zhong Jianyu. He was a military cadre who had transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the army. 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 third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating high school and failing to get into university, she had been assigned by the factory to teach English at the children's middle school. 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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