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

Chen Xiayu crawled out of Chen Chu's arms and ran back to her room.

She didn't take any drawing paper; instead, she went straight to the kitchen. The photographer followed behind, his lens fixed on her every move.

The little guy was short. Standing in the kitchen, he looked up and around, then began searching for things in every corner.

A bottle of soy sauce, half a bottle of white vinegar, and a small half bag of laundry detergent.

She carried these things and placed them on the coffee table, then ran into her second brother's room and found a bottle of ink—the Hero brand fountain pen ink that Chen Ziran treasured.

He ran into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of salt and a packet of instant coffee, and finally rummaged through the trash can for two eggshells.

The comments section started to buzz.

【What are you trying to do? Make poison?】

[Eggshells are being used? What kind of performance art is this?]

"Stop, little sister! That's your second brother's ink!"

[Ink soaked in coffee and soy sauce... Can you even paint with that? What kind of painting could you possibly create?]

Chen Xiayu was completely oblivious to the dark camera lens behind her.

She laid everything out in a row, then found a piece of white paper and spread it on the coffee table.

She unscrewed the soy sauce bottle, dipped her finger in it, and drew a few lines on a piece of white paper.

Then I opened the white vinegar and dripped a few drops onto it.

Ink, laundry detergent, coffee powder...

She called out to them one by one.

She crushed the eggshells, dipped them in soy sauce, and painstakingly stuck them onto the paper.

An hour later, a painting appeared on the coffee table.

It's less a painting and more a colorful, abstract experimental remnant.

The paper was covered with patches of varying shades of brown, blue, and tan, with bits of eggshell stuck to the edges and some places still covered with undried soap bubbles.

But if you look closely, you can still see that there are several people drawn on it.

A tall, thin person with the word "Dad" written next to him, crookedly written, but still recognizable.

Next to it is a little girl with braids, and the word "me" is written on it.

Next to her was a boy who was a little taller than her, and his name was written on his name.

There was another one that was shorter, and it said "Second Brother".

But on the far left, there is the outline of another person, without facial features drawn.

Chen Xiayu held the painting, ran to Chen Chu, and held it high.

"Daddy! This is for you!"

Chen Chu squatted down, took the painting with both hands, and began to examine it carefully.

He saw the crooked "Dad", he saw himself with braids, he saw his older brother...

There are also people without facial features.

"Darling, this painting is truly beautiful." His tone was sincere. "If it's painted so well, what will happen if you become a great painter in the future? Won't it be just like Van Gogh's paintings!"

"Each painting must cost several million!"

"How can my daughter be so amazing!"

"Dad will definitely keep this painting of yours safe!"

Hearing the noise, Chen Ziran peeked out of the room to take a look.

His gaze fell on the painting, and he saw his own silhouette.

His lips twitched, and he retreated back into his room, his heart burning with jealousy.

Why did he stand at the very back...?

Why is it that he's not only inferior to his father, but also inferior to his older brother?

You clearly spend more time with your sister!

Ugh, it's so sour...

Chen Chu's gaze fell on the faceless humanoid figure. After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked, "Nannan, who is this?"

Chen Xiayu did not answer.

She tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling, and just giggled, opening her arms wide: "Daddy, hug me!"

Chen Chu didn't ask any more questions. He picked her up and lifted her high in the air: "Okay, hold my little darling!"

At noon, sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the living room floor.

Chen Ziran sat at his desk and did his third English test.

His hands were sweaty from writing, and there were still some parts he didn't quite understand, but compared to the morning, he was able to understand a few more questions.

He put down his pen and suddenly remembered a saying: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and a great river is formed from countless small streams."

It turns out the ancients weren't lying after all.

He stretched and was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water when the doorbell rang.

Chen Chu opened the door; it was a delivery.

Several boxes of various sizes were piled up at the entrance like a small mountain.

Chen Chu signed so many documents his hand was sore, then carried the box into the living room.

Chen Ziran leaned closer: "Dad, what did you buy? There's such a big pile."

Chen Chu placed the largest box on the table: "Open it and take a look."

Chen Ziran found some scissors, cut open the seal, and opened the box.

The first thing you see is a line of gold lettering: RTX 5090.

He paused for a moment, then looked at the other items in the box: CPU, motherboard, RAM, and water cooling radiator—all top-of-the-line models.

"Dad, why did you buy such a good graphics card?"

"I'll get you a computer."

Chen Ziran's mouth dropped open: "For...for me?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Chu opened another box, inside which was a 27-inch monitor. "You're so old, and you don't even have a decent computer in the house. It breaks my heart."

Chen Ziran stood there, looking at the graphics card in front of him, then at his father's face.

A moment later, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

"Dad! You're amazing! Waaaaah! In the next life, I'll be your dad, and I'll definitely treat you well!"

Chen Chu raised his leg and gave him a feint kick: "You want a beating, huh?"

Chen Ziran chuckled, stood up, looked at the pile of parts, and rubbed his hands together: "Dad, but I don't know how to assemble a computer."

"There are tutorials online, let's install it together."

So the father and son squatted on the ground and began a long but joyful process of assembling the computer.

Chen Chu held the instruction manual while Chen Ziran tightened screws, plugged in wires, and inserted the memory stick.

The two of them complained as they assembled the device, debating whether to plug it in here or there, how to connect the power cord, and how they almost installed the water cooling block backwards.

An hour later, the case was closed and the power button was pressed.

The fan turned on, the LED strip lit up, and the screen lit up.

Chen Ziran looked at the system interface that popped up on the screen and let out a long "Wuhu!"

He downloaded the game and couldn't wait to play a round.

Maximum image quality, soaring frame rate.

He played for a while.

Then I saved, exited, and shut down the computer.

Chen Chu leaned against the doorframe: "Why did you stop playing?"

Chen Ziran stood up and clapped his hands: "Let's play again tomorrow. I need to study; I can't let my dad down."

Chen Chu didn't say anything, just smiled, and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The comments section was filled with wailing.

[Giving his son a 5090 while he uses an old desktop. I want a dozen dads like that!]

I really cried. My son is so understanding; even though he really wanted to play games, he resisted.

You can buy better hardware later, but you might only have one dad in your life who's willing to build a PC with you.

……

at the same time.

Li Lele's home.

Li Lele sat at the dining table with a class schedule in front of her: English on Saturday evening, Physics on Sunday morning, and Chemistry on Sunday afternoon.

"Mom... what is this?"

"Didn't you say you couldn't understand?" Li Lele's mother sat opposite her, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I enrolled you in tutoring classes."

"But I have homework on Sunday..."

"Can't you do your homework tonight?" Li Lele's mother interrupted her. "Your father and I have no other hope in this life but you."

Li Lele lowered her head.

She only had one day to catch her breath on Saturdays, and now even that day is completely filled up.

"Did you hear me?" Mom's voice came down from above. "Your dad and I scrimped and saved to send you to school. Your dad works on the construction site and can only come home a few times a year. He's as tanned as a lump of coal. All of this is for you."

Li Lele lowered her head and said, "...I understand."

"You really know?" Her mother stared at the back of her head. "I don't think you do. If you really knew, you should focus on your studies and stop messing around with these trivial things."

Li Lele did not speak.

Her gaze fell on the timetable.

Different opinions began to emerge in the live chat.

Although it's not the first time I've seen it, I still feel suffocated every time I see Li Lele's house...

This mother has indeed sacrificed a lot, but is it really necessary to say so much? It's putting too much pressure on the child.

I think what she said is perfectly reasonable. Her parents work hard to earn money to support her education; what's wrong with them saying a few words to her?

Saying a few words and saying the same things every time you open your mouth are two different things.

My mom is like that too. I've been working for several years now, and I still get a chill every time I hear something like that.

Li Lele is only a teenager... she can't handle so much.

studio.

Looking at the scene at Li Lele's home, Zhao Shuilan slowly said, "This mother did nothing wrong. She said so much to let her child know the importance of learning and to teach her to cherish it. This is a responsible act."

Zhou Zhenyang was silent for a moment, then adjusted his glasses: "Making money is indeed not easy. But talking to the kids about it won't make them any money, right?"

Zhao Shuilan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that parents' hard work shouldn't be used as a tool to hold their children hostage," Zhou Zhenyang said gently. "Telling children that earning money isn't easy, and helping them learn to cherish it, is the right thing to do. But if every conversation emphasizes 'how much we've sacrificed for you,' then what the child feels isn't love, but a debt."

"That's a debt she can never repay."

"What do you think, Ms. Zhao Shuilang?"