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

The moment Wang Zihao dragged his suitcase out of the hotel's revolving door, the afternoon sun made him squint.

He stood on the steps by the door, subconsciously shielding his eyes from the light with his hand, then lowered his head and pulled his suitcase down the steps.

His brain was racing, like an overheated old computer, each thought accompanied by a buzzing noise.

He wants to make those people regret it.

We must make Wang Wenwu regret this.

He imagined himself standing in front of Wang Wenwu in a suit and tie, with an entire building behind him, looking down at the man who had once spoken coldly to him.

Acquire his company and fire him.

He will stand in front of Wang Wenwu and say, "Didn't you say I wouldn't amount to anything?"

Just imagining that scene sent a brief but intense surge of pleasure through his chest, but that pleasure was like a shooting star, leaving behind only a deeper and colder darkness after it streaked across the night sky.

And Zhou Lin.

Wang Zihao gave a cold laugh.

Let's see if his good stepmother will still stay with him when Wang Wenwu runs out of money.

He'll see how long this pretentious woman can keep up the act.

He will expose her true colors and let Wang Wenwu see how bad his judgment is.

As he walked and pondered, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

He stopped in his tracks.

A person stood next to a pillar to the left of the hotel entrance. He was of average height, with his hands in his pockets, idly looking towards the road.

Chen Chu.

Wang Zihao recognized him; he was the "enlightened father" who was praised to the skies online, the man who had argued with an education expert until he was red in the face during a live stream.

Why is he here?

Wang Zihao's brain completed the logical deduction in a fraction of a second, as arranged by the program team.

They've come to take him back.

His body reacted before his brain did.

He lowered his head, pulled up the hood of his hoodie, adjusted the direction of his suitcase, and pretended to be an ordinary passerby on his way, trying to avoid Chen Chu's gaze and slip away from the other side.

However, the hotel's main entrance only has this one passage, and he would have to pass through the area next to that pillar to get out.

He stood next to the suitcase for several seconds, hesitated, moved his feet a few times, and then pulled back.

Damn it, he can't exactly drag his suitcase over the flowerbed.

He decided to wait. Wait for Chen Chu to leave.

But Chen Chu showed no intention of leaving.

He stood there, like an old tree stump planted in the concrete, unhurried and calm, occasionally glancing down at his phone before looking up again to continue looking in the direction of the road.

Wang Zihao waited for more than three minutes, and his composure began to crumble.

He gripped the handle of his suitcase, took a deep breath, and decided to walk out as if he didn't care about this person at all.

Pretend you don't know them, act aloof, keep your eyes straight ahead, and walk right past.

As long as he isn't embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

He started walking.

When he was about three or four meters away from Chen Chu, Chen Chu turned around and saw him.

As if he had seen a friend he was about to have dinner with, Chen Chu naturally stretched out a hand and waved in his direction.

Chen Chu didn't come up directly to meet him. Instead, he turned around and waved to the photographer next to him, pointed to the distance, and made a "go away" gesture to get rid of him.

The photographer paused for a moment, then stood still with his camera.

Chen Chu waved his hand again, this time with a larger gesture, his tone leaving no room for refusal: "Go, go, go, stop filming. Put it away first."

The photographer hesitated for a moment, then turned off the camera and carried it behind a roadside tree a few meters away, but still within sight, so he could turn it back on at any time.

Wang Zihao witnessed this scene and his heart stirred slightly, but his expression remained tense. He looked at Chen Chu warily, like a stray cat whose path had been blocked, ready to arch its back at any moment.

Chen Chu turned around and strode up to Wang Zihao. Before Wang Zihao could back away or dodge, a hand reached out and gently placed on his shoulder.

It won't make people feel offended, but it also won't make them feel like they can easily break free.

Chen Chu turned her head slightly to look at him and said in a casual tone, "Actually, I really admire you."

Wang Zihao's shoulders tensed up suddenly.

He instinctively took a step to the side, trying to shake off the hand: "Don't touch me!"

Chen Chu released his grip, but did not back away, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, with no change in his expression.

Wang Zihao stopped and stood there, gripping the handle of his suitcase tightly.

He turned around, looked at Chen Chu, and curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Even if you praise me, it won't work. You don't think everyone's a fool who'll be grateful to a few nice words from you, do you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but there was a deliberately crafted coldness in his tone: "Just a few words, it doesn't cost any money. How cheap."

Chen Chu wasn't angered by his words. He didn't even refute them, but simply shook his head and said in a very serious tone, "I didn't say I was going to praise you."

Then his tone changed, sounding both impromptu and serious.

"But I really admire you. At such a young age, you dare to leave an environment that makes you uncomfortable. Many people can't do that in their entire lives."

Wang Zihao stood still, his fingers gripping the suitcase handle twitching slightly.

He was silent for about a second, a second that felt incredibly long to him, as if he were taking apart and putting back together every single word Chen Chu had said in that brief moment, checking it over and over again, trying to find any element of falsehood in it.

He scoffed, "What do you mean? You think I'll sympathize with you just because you say a few words?"

He said some displeased things, but he didn't move.

Chen Chu didn't press him further, and her tone became more relaxed: "Actually, it's not empathy, it's feeling what you're going through. In my opinion, you're a very courageous person."

Wang Zihao clenched his fist and then relaxed it. He stood still, neither moving forward nor backward.

He looked at Chen Chu, remained silent for a long while, then lowered his voice: "Why do you say that?"

Chen Chu didn't answer him immediately. He did something that Wang Zihao hadn't expected at all. He bent down, reached out, grabbed the handle of the black suitcase next to Wang Zihao's feet, and pulled it towards himself.

"What are you doing? Give it back!"

Wang Zihao instinctively reached out to grab it, but Chen Chu had already pulled the suitcase behind him. With one hand on the handle, he reached out with the other hand and, with a force that was both firm and gentle, wrapped his arm around Wang Zihao's shoulder and pulled him to his side.

"We can talk about it when we get home," Chen Chu said casually. He put his arm around Wang Zihao's shoulder and took a couple of steps toward the street outside the hotel, saying matter-of-factly, "Let's go home and have some dinner first, I'm hungry."

Wang Zihao was bewildered by Chen Chu's series of completely unpredictable actions, and his brain couldn't keep up for a moment. He subconsciously struggled a couple of times, but Chen Chu was stronger than him, and the way he was being held by the shoulder made it difficult for him to exert any force.

After struggling for a couple of moments, he suddenly stopped thrashing about.

But he still refused to back down: "Let go, I can walk by myself!"

Chen Chu didn't let go of him, but she didn't hug him any tighter either. The two of them walked forward along the pedestrian crossing in front of the hotel in a posture somewhere between "kidnapping" and "walking arm in arm".

Under the roadside trees, the photographer, carrying his equipment, quietly followed, focusing his lens on the backs of two figures, one tall and one short, one large and one small.

Chen Chu was slightly taller and walked with a casual gait, while Wang Zihao was shorter and had his shoulder put on his arm, so his steps were a bit stiff, but he was indeed walking forward.

After walking for a while, Chen Chu turned his head and casually asked, "Where were you going with your suitcase?"

Wang Zihao was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at a shop across the street that was changing its signboard. His voice was muffled, like a potato pressed under a pillow: "It's none of your business. I'm just tired of staying in hotels and don't want to stay here anymore."

Of course, he wouldn't admit that he left in a sorry state because he couldn't afford the room fee.

He couldn't bring himself to say those words, he couldn't say them to anyone.

But he didn't know where he was going next. With the little money in his pocket, he couldn't stay in a nice hotel in this city for more than a few days, and it wouldn't last long either.

He didn't want to think about the problem, because once he started, a crack would appear in the wall built with anger and stubbornness.

He didn't want the cracks to appear.

He really didn't want to admit it.