Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

Chen Ziran stared at the English textbook in front of him, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

He turned to the vocabulary list page, where densely packed English words looked like ants crawling across the paper.

He tried to read a few, but he read them haltingly, as if his tongue was tied in knots.

I flipped open the previous pages again and took another look.

Ok.

I've forgotten most of what came before.

He slammed his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

"Dad, I really feel like I can't keep studying!"

"What's wrong?"

"Too much!" Chen Ziran pointed to the vocabulary book. "I've been doing this since the first year of junior high, and now I can't even recognize all the most basic words. How am I supposed to learn like this? There's no way I can catch up with others! It's too tiring, I should just give up."

He became more and more frustrated as he spoke, his voice lowering as he said, "There are only six months left until the high school entrance exam. Others have been learning for three years, and I can't possibly catch up in just six months."

"Since I'm going to do badly on the test anyway, I might as well not take it."

Chen Chu did not respond to him.

He picked up his English textbook, flipped through it, and then pointed to a word, asking, "Look at this word, can you read it?"

Chen Ziran glanced at it: "protect".

"What about this one?"

"Well... I can manage it, albeit barely."

Chen Chu smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Although your pronunciation isn't perfect yet, you've finally learned to read it."

He flipped through a few pages of the textbook: "When you first saw these words, you didn't recognize a single one, right?"

Chen Ziran thought for a moment and nodded.

"Now you know at least half of it. That's progress."

Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't thought about that question. He was always focused on "how much he still didn't know," never on "how much he already knew."

Chen Chu patted him on the shoulder: "Progress comes little by little. Memorize one word today, one word tomorrow, and in six months you'll know 180 more words than others. 180 words is enough to get you more than ten points on the test."

"Only a dozen points..."

"Isn't a dozen or so points enough? What was the cutoff score for No. 7 Middle School last year? 683. If you could get a dozen or so more points, how many places would your ranking in the city improve? Have you calculated that?"

Chen Ziran fell silent.

He picked up his pen again, opened his vocabulary book, and began to memorize the words one by one.

Although I still forget.

He had just finished memorizing a word, turned to the next page, and forgotten it again. He gritted his teeth and turned back to memorize it all over again.

But this time, he didn't say "I can't do it anymore".

Because he knew that forgetting it wouldn't matter, he could just memorize it again.

Today will always be a little better than yesterday.

Chen Chu watched for a while, then quietly got up and walked to the door.

He leaned against the door frame, watching Chen Ziran's back as he bent over memorizing vocabulary words.

This kid is actually quite capable.

Just as he was about to turn and go to the kitchen, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure sneaking over from the other end of the corridor.

Chen Xiayu was wearing a milky white dress, with two little braids, and a mysterious expression on her round little face.

Like a kitten stealing something, she tiptoed and slowly made her way to Chen Chu's room door.

Then she turned around and looked right into the photographer's lens.

The photographer followed behind her, his camera pointed at her. The popularity indicator in the upper right corner of the live stream jumped suddenly, and the number of comments increased visibly.

【Ahhhh! It's my little sister!】

【I'm wearing a little dress today! I'm dying! It's so cute!】

Twin tails! Twin tails! My heart can't take it!

[I immediately screenshotted that furtive glance she gave me and used it as my wallpaper!]

Chen Xiayu ignored the large, dark camera lens, pushed open the door to Chen Chu's room, and went inside.

The photographer wanted to follow her in, but she stopped at the door, glanced back at him, and then gently closed the door.

Photographer: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha, your sister doesn't want you to go in!]

The photographer was turned away! I'm dying of laughter!

[Sister: You can stay here.]

[Photographer: What did I do wrong?]

But before the door closed, the cameraman had already stuck the lens inside to ensure the footage could continue being filmed.

Chen Xiayu walked to the wardrobe, stood on tiptoe, and opened the wardrobe door.

She pulled out an old white T-shirt from Chen Chu's drawer, which looked like it had been worn many times. Then she rummaged through the drawer and found a pair of children's scissors.

Then she did something that no one expected.

She picked up a pair of scissors and snipped the white T-shirt into several pieces of rags.

The live chat exploded.

【What are you doing, little sister?!】

Oh no, Dad's clothes!

If this happened to my family, I'd be preparing for my funeral.

[Mom will beat me!]

Stop cutting it! Stop cutting it! Those are your dad's clothes!

[Oh my god, I can't bear to watch! What will Chen Chu's expression be when he comes in and sees this?]

I bet Chen Chu will definitely get angry over a hot pot meal.

Chen Xiayu had no idea what the comments were saying.

She spread the cut pieces of cloth on the ground, and then pulled out a magazine.

The cover features a model wearing a haute couture gown.

She opened the magazine, carefully looking at the fashion designs, then looked down at the rag in her hand.

She copied what she saw in the magazine, folded the pieces of fabric together, and sewed a few crooked stitches.

The stitches were crooked and uneven, like earthworms crawling.

She sewed very carefully, her little brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line.

A dozen minutes later, she held up her artwork, a hat.

Calling it a hat is an understatement.

Several tattered pieces of cloth were pieced together crookedly, with uneven threads showing at the edges. The shape was neither round nor square, and wearing it on one's head looked like wearing a tattered rag.

Chen Xiayu looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

Then she jogged out of the room.

Chen Chu was pouring water in the kitchen.

He turned around.

Then they saw Chen Xiayu rushing over with an unidentified object on her head.

"Daddy!"

She stopped, looked up, pointed to the "hat" on her head, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Chen Chu looked down at the hat: blue fabric, white loose threads, crooked stitching—its overall shape resembled a crumpled plastic bag. It was immediately obvious that it was his old T-shirt.

Under that gaze, a bright smile lit up his face.

"Wow!"

He knelt down, cupped her face in his hands, and examined the hat from head to toe, his face filled with shock and delight: "Did our little girl make this?"

Chen Xiayu nodded vigorously.

"My God!" Chen Chu took the hat, examining it from all angles, making admiring sounds. "This is so well made! My little girl is so talented! You're only five years old and you can already make hats by yourself?"

Chen Xiayu pursed her lips, her eyes curving into crescents.

"This hat is so beautifully designed! Look at the color combination—white and blue—it's refreshing and stylish! And the shape, so streamlined and layered, it's practically a rising star in the fashion world!"

Chen Chuyue became increasingly excited as she spoke, "What will you do if you go to Paris Fashion Week in the future? Daddy will have to apply for a passport, which is a real hassle!"

Chen Xiayu was amused by him and giggled. She threw herself into his arms and rubbed her head against his chest.

Chen Chu hugged her and kissed her on the head: "My little girl is so amazing!"

The live chat exploded.

【What?! You can praise this?! You call this hat fashionable?!】

[Hahaha, Paris Fashion Week, it's hilarious!]

Chen Chu looked at that hat with even more seriousness than when I saw the latest LV model.

Did you see the little sister's expression? She's smiling so happily!

I cried. If I had a hat like that at home, my mom would nag me for three days straight, and then tell all the relatives how wasteful I am.

Chen Chu was genuinely praising it, not just giving a perfunctory compliment. He explained why it looked good in every detail.

Is this the essence of education? Regardless of whether it's good or bad, just praise the child to the skies first.

I'll go get my dad's clothes and try them on now.

[Upstairs, three minutes have passed, are you still alive?]

I also want a dad like that who doesn't spoil the fun...

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan unusually refrained from making sarcastic remarks.

"Mr. Chen did a really good job in this regard." She paused, then added, "This child probably has a congenital problem, right? Children like this, if they don't have anything to do, will become a burden to their parents and cause a lot of trouble. Letting her cut clothes and do crafts is a small expense to avoid a big problem."

The comments section immediately erupted in protest.

【What the hell! Why do you have to mention that they're sick?】

[Exactly, so what if someone's mentally unstable? Why say that?]

[Isn't this overestimating Mr. Chen's abilities? Is this all an education expert is capable of?]

[A perfectly normal father-daughter interaction becomes "spending a little money to avoid a big disaster" in your mouth?]

Zhao Shuilan looked at the comments section calmly: "I'm stating the facts. Children with congenital defects can indeed place a heavy burden on their families if they aren't properly cared for. I'm just offering an objective analysis."

Zhou Zhenyang added softly from the side, "Teacher Zhao, objective analysis is good, but the wording could be a bit softer. After all, what the audience sees is a father's love for his daughter, not some kind of 'spend a little money to avoid a big disaster' calculation."

Zhao Shuilan frowned slightly, but did not reply.

Chen Xiayu peeked out from Chen Chu's arms, clutching the hem of his clothes with her little hands, her round little face tilted up.

"Daddy, I want to draw a picture for you as a gift."

Chen Chu was taken aback: "A gift for me?"

"Okay!" Chen Xiayu nodded vigorously, "Draw a dad, draw a pigeon, draw a mom, draw... draw a... family."

She spoke slowly, and sometimes she had to think before she could say a word.