"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, begin! 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 any bones? We can't move him around. We should call the hospital!"
Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping shouts. When he opened 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 in his forties let out a breath of relief and asked anxiously, "Aimin, are you all right?"
If this wasn't a dream, then the man before him had to be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He had been a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, they had assigned him 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 nursery school through middle school. After graduating from high school, she had failed to get into college, so the factory had assigned her to the Children's Middle School as an English teacher. However, she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee, but 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 his fingers and moved them before Han