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

During recess, the classroom was noisy.

Chen Ziran was lying on the table, with an English vocabulary book open in front of him.

He muttered to himself, gesturing the spelling of the name on the table with his fingers.

His deskmate, Wang Shu, tilted her head and stared at him for a while before finally asking, "Ziran, why are you acting like a completely different person lately? So hardworking?"

"I want to study hard." Chen Ziran said without looking up.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange laugh came from the back row: "Oh, what's wrong? Trying to get into Tsinghua or Peking University? Hahahaha!"

Several boys laughed along.

One of them kicked Chen Ziran's chair: "Stop studying, I'll take you to an internet cafe, it's on me."

Chen Ziran shook his head: "Let's wait a while."

"In what period of time?" Wang Shu leaned closer. "You weren't like this before. Why are you suddenly working so hard? Are you really trying to get into a top high school?"

His tone carried a hint of surprise and unease.

Chen Ziran understood.

Not only Wang Shu, but also the eyes of several other people at the surrounding tables were glancing over from time to time.

There was something indescribable in his eyes.

It's like a group of people rolling around in a mud pit, covered in mud, when suddenly one of them starts climbing out onto the bank.

Instead of cheering him on, the remaining people reached out and grabbed his ankles.

Chen Ziran didn't look up: "I probably won't be able to get into a top high school."

Wang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, her tone immediately becoming more relaxed: "I knew it."

"But getting into a regular high school would be good too." Chen Ziran flipped through a page of his vocabulary book. "Every little bit of progress is progress. We can take it one step at a time."

The boy in the back row spoke up again: "What's the use of making such a little progress? You can only get into a regular high school anyway. Even if you get into a regular high school, you won't get into a good university. Getting into a second-tier university is about the same as a junior college. You might as well just have fun for three years."

Chen Ziran put down his pen.

He thought for a moment, then turned around, looked at the boy in the back row, and said calmly, "Progress is about comparing yourself to yourself, not to others. I'll work hard for three years, and even if I only get into a junior college, I'll accept it. Besides, I promised my dad I would study hard, and I'll keep my word."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and continued memorizing vocabulary.

The back row was quiet for a few seconds.

Sitting next to Chen Ziran, Wang Shu looked at Chen Ziran's profile with his head down and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He opened his phone, swiped it a couple of times, then closed it. He opened it again, then closed it again. He glanced at the vocabulary notebook in front of Chen Ziran, which was covered with dense annotations and notes.

He swallowed hard and slowly pulled a book out of his bag.

The laughter from the back row gradually subsided.

Someone was lying on the table pretending to sleep, but their eyes were constantly moving under their eyelids.

Someone took out their phone to scroll through short videos, but after scrolling a couple of times, they swiped away, secretly glancing at Chen Ziran's back.

The sound of Chen Ziran's keyboard playing lulled me to sleep, but the sound of turning pages kept me tossing and turning.

This anxiety is like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading silently.

With Chen Chu's systematic support and one-on-one tutoring, Chen Ziran's grades improved at a visible rate.

The most obvious improvement was in English. From that initial single-digit score that Zhao Shuilang mocked, saying "even stepping on the answer sheet would have given me a higher score," he gradually climbed up to thirty, forty, and finally, the passing mark.

Soon, the monthly exam arrived, and students took their seats in twos and threes.

Chen Ziran's calligraphy is vigorous and flowing.

I've discovered that knowledge that I used to find difficult no longer seems difficult; the answers just pop into my head without my even realizing it.

Exam finished, at the school gate.

Chen Chu leaned against the tree: "How did the exam go?"

Chen Ziran straightened up: "Don't worry, Dad, everything's fine."

A few days later, the results came out.

English, 93 points.

Chen Ziran stared blankly for several seconds at the "93" written in red pen on the test paper.

Then he grinned and looked at the test paper over and over again.

Take a screenshot, take a photo, and send it to your dad.

That evening, Chen Chu was braiding Chen Xiayu's hair in the living room when his phone vibrated.

He opened the class group chat, and the homeroom teacher posted a screenshot of a report card with a caption.

"The results of this month's exam are out. Parents, please check them. Also, some students have shown unusual results. Students who cheated should confess, otherwise the situation will be different once the surveillance footage shows it."

Chen Chu zoomed in on the report card and took a look.

Chen Ziran's name was listed in the upper middle position. His total score was several hundred points higher than last time, and his English score was a conspicuous 93.

He exited the image and read the text again.

"Ziran," he put down his phone, "did someone in your class cheat?"

Chen Ziran was sitting at her desk admiring her exam paper: "I don't know. Anyway, I didn't cheat."

Chen Chu hummed in agreement and picked up his phone again.

He scrolled through the group messages, but no one replied.

However, the homeroom teacher specifically circled Chen Ziran's name.

It says the grades are abnormal...

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Why did you click on me?

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

The homeroom teacher sent another message: "Chen Ziran's grades have improved significantly. I hope this student can be honest and take the initiative to admit his mistakes!"

?

Chen Chu put down his phone, picked it up again, typed a line, and then deleted it.

I typed another line, then deleted it.

Finally, he stopped talking and pressed the voice button: "Teacher Wang, what did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean by 'taking the initiative to admit a mistake'? What did my son do wrong? If you have evidence, then show it. If you don't have evidence, then don't spew nonsense."

After the message was sent, the group was quiet for a moment.

The homeroom teacher said, "I was just doing my job."

Chen Chu: "Your responsibility is to educate and nurture students, not to smear them without evidence. My son's English scores have improved from single digits to 93 points since he started school. I've seen all the effort he's put in. If you think he cheated, produce evidence. If you can't, then please shut up."

Hearing the noise, Chen Ziran poked his head out of the room: "Dad...who are you arguing with?"

"This is none of your business. Go do your homework."

"Oh……"

Chen Ziran retreated back into the room, but his ears remained perked up.

He heard his father's voice was angry.

Chen Chu typed another message: "Teacher Wang, I respect you as a teacher, but please respect my child as well. He gets up at 6:30 every morning to memorize vocabulary and does practice problems until 11 pm every night. As his father, I see it all. If you think he got his 93 points by cheating, then you are not only insulting him, but also insulting yourself. Don't you know how many points your own student scored?"

After a while, the homeroom teacher replied, "Chen Ziran's father, I didn't mean that. Perhaps I expressed myself poorly. I apologize."

Chen Chu put down his phone and leaned back in his chair. Chen Xiayu looked up at him, clutching her braided hair tie in her hand: "Daddy, are you angry?"

Chen Chu looked down at her and smiled, "No. Come on, keep braiding your hair."

In the live chat, netizens were already flooding the screen with comments.

[Chen Chu's rebuttal was so satisfying! I've wanted to say this for a long time: why does a child's significant improvement always mean they've cheated?]

When I was a kid, if I did well on a test, they said I cheated; if I did poorly, they said I didn't try hard enough. So, whatever I did was wrong?

[This homeroom teacher clearly saw Chen Ziran's significant academic improvement and, finding it impossible, implied that he was cheating.]

[But she didn't expect her dad to directly criticize her, hahaha!]

The other parents in the group pretended to be dead the whole time; it was hilarious.

The homeroom teacher eventually backed down and apologized. It's true that you shouldn't speak recklessly without evidence.

[Chen Chu's statement that "he gets up at 6:30 every morning to memorize vocabulary" is true. We saw it in the live stream.]

Therefore, the homeroom teacher who draws conclusions without understanding the students' situation is the one who should be criticized.

Zhao Shuilang frowned in the studio: "Mr. Chen's approach was too extreme. The teacher may have just been offering a casual reminder, but for him to publicly criticize the teacher in the group chat like that—how will his child face the homeroom teacher in the future?"

Zhou Zhenyang adjusted his glasses: "A casual reminder and implying that a student is cheating without evidence are two different things. If a teacher feels that a student's grades are abnormal, they should contact the parents privately, not publicly say something like that in the class group chat. That's unprofessional."

Zhao Shuilang wanted to say something more, but Zhou Zhenyang continued, "Moreover, I think Mr. Chen's last words were very good. He, as a father, has seen his son's efforts. A father who is willing to stand up for his child is always better than a father who makes his child silently suffer injustice."