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

The homeroom teacher, Wang Mei, is 43 years old and has been teaching for nearly 20 years, making her a veteran in the school.

After being publicly rebuked by Chen Chu in the class group, she felt embarrassed and her anger burned inside.

Unfortunately, she couldn't produce any evidence that Chen Ziran had cheated. She had reviewed the surveillance footage and compared the test papers, and the boy's answer sheet was spotless, without even a suspicious cheat sheet.

But she couldn't swallow her anger.

So she tried a different approach.

The next day in Chinese class, Wang Mei stood on the podium, opened her textbook, glanced at the whole class, and suddenly said lightly, "Some students have improved their grades, but you must be honest. Don't think that you can fool yourself just because you've fooled the teacher."

The whole class fell silent.

No one called out his name, but everyone's eyes subtly glanced in Chen Ziran's direction.

Chen Ziran kept his head down.

In the following days, these "light reminders" became more and more frequent.

"What's the use of getting a high score by cheating? You'll only know how painful it is when you're exposed in the high school entrance exam."

"I have the utmost contempt for those who cheat. Grades may be bad, but character is not."

Every sentence was addressed to the whole class, without naming names.

Every word was precisely aimed at Chen Ziran.

More importantly, Chen Ziran realized that he was being ignored in class.

He raised his hand to answer the question, but Wang Mei looked past him and called on the students in the back row instead.

He stood up to ask a question, but Wang Mei turned to write on the blackboard, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

During breaks, the classmates who used to occasionally talk to him gradually stopped coming over.

Someone walked past his table, their eyes met briefly, then they quickly looked away and hurried past.

More noticeably, during a free period in PE class, he went over to join a group of students chatting. When they saw him approaching, the students suddenly lowered their voices and dispersed.

Chen Ziran stood still.

He didn't know what had happened, but he vaguely sensed that he was being isolated.

The feeling was like an invisible wall slowly closing in from all sides.

He began to fall silent.

They talked less at the dinner table, no longer initiating conversations about school, and went back to their rooms after finishing their meals.

When Chen Chu asked him what was wrong, he replied with "Nothing," "I'm fine," and "The exam was too tiring."

But Chen Chu saw through it.

Something's off about this kid.

That night, Chen Ziran locked himself in his room. Chen Chu knocked on the door and went in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Chen Ziran's back as he hunched over the table doing his homework: "How's school been lately?"

"fine."

Did your teacher give you any difficulties?

Chen Ziran paused for a moment, then continued writing: "No."

Chen Chu stared at his stiff back for a few seconds, then asked in silence, "Did someone bully you?"

"No, Dad, don't make wild guesses," Chen Ziran said in a muffled voice. "I'm doing my homework."

Chen Chu stared at him for a while, then stood up, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

He did not press the matter further.

But he knew the kid was lying.

The next afternoon, Chen Chu went out while Chen Xiayu was taking a nap.

He went directly to the school, but instead of entering the school gate, he sat in a milk tea shop across the street.

When the school bell rang, he didn't go to intercept Chen Ziran, but instead found a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Jiaxin!"

Qian Jiaxin turned around and saw Chen Chu, somewhat surprised: "Uncle? What brings you here?"

Chen Chu walked over, his expression calm: "Uncle wants to ask you something. Did something happen to Ziran at school?"

Qian Jiaxin's expression changed for a moment, a very brief change, but Chen Chu caught it.

"It's nothing..." Qian Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, "Uncle, I'm not in Ziran's class, so I don't know the specifics. But I heard... that their homeroom teacher seems to be targeting him."

"How should we target them?"

Qian Jiaxin bit her lip and recounted what she knew.

She spoke with great restraint, without embellishing the story, but Chen Chu's expression gradually darkened.

"Thank you, Jiaxin."

"Uncle, please don't tell Ziran that I told you..."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Chen Chu turned and walked back, his steps slow but heavy with a sense of oppression.

When he got home, Chen Ziran had already come home from school and was sitting at her desk doing her homework.

Chen Chu did not step into his room, but stood at the door for a while before retreating back to the living room.

He picked up his phone, opened the class group chat, typed a line of text, and then deleted it.

I typed another line, then deleted it.

Then they stopped playing.

He dialed Wang Mei's number directly.

"Teacher Wang, I am Chen Ziran's father. I would like to talk to you about my son."

The tone on the other end of the phone was cold: "Mr. Chen, I'm still preparing my lesson. Just say what you need to say in the group chat."

"Then I'll say it in the group chat."

Chen Chu hung up the phone, opened the class group chat, and sent a voice message: "Teacher Wang, I have a question for you. Is my son being ostracized by you?"

The message was sent, but there was no response in the group.

Chen Chu sent another message: "I'm asking you a question, Teacher Wang. You made sarcastic remarks about him in front of the whole class, deliberately didn't call on him to answer questions in class, and told other students not to play with him. Do you think I don't know anything?"

After a long while, Wang Mei finally replied with a message: "Mr. Chen, do you have any evidence?"

"Then do you have any evidence to prove my son cheated?" Chen Chu replied instantly, "You can't. But you think he cheated because he got over 90 points. You have no evidence, so you start targeting a 15-year-old child like this. Do you think you're qualified to be a teacher?"

Wang Mei's message was also laced with anger: "Mr. Chen, do you think your son has that ability? A student who used to only score single digits in English suddenly scored over ninety points. Do you think that's reasonable? Do you think he can get such a high score? Does he deserve it? Don't you have any idea of ​​your own son's capabilities?"

After the message was sent, only those two messages remained empty in the group chat.

Chen Chu looked at the words, took a deep breath, and then began typing: "I believe my son wouldn't cheat. But you, a teacher, haven't produced a single piece of evidence since the monthly exam results came out. You've only been able to slander the child with your mouth. Do you even deserve to be a teacher?"

He paused, then added, "Last time I thought you knew you were wrong. Now I realize, you don't know you were wrong, you've been holding back a huge grudge here waiting for me."

Wang Mei replied almost instantly: "How could I have scored so high if I hadn't cheated?"

Chen Chu: "Did you cheat to get your teacher qualification exam?"

Wang Mei: "Nonsense! Where's the evidence?"

Chen Chu: "Yes, where's the evidence?"

The group chat fell silent.

Chen Chu put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he heard a very soft voice behind him.

Chen Ziran stood behind him, still clutching the pen in his hand: "Dad...you know?"

Chen Chu turned to look at him. Chen Ziran lowered his head, his voice muffled: "I didn't mean to not tell you... I just felt that telling you wouldn't make a difference, and would only make you worry..."

Chen Chu stood up, walked over, and smacked him on the head: "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm your father, who else should I worry about but you?"

Chen Ziran raised his head, his eyes a little red, but he tried his best to hold back and nodded vigorously.

The comments section was already in complete chaos.

[As expected, Chen Chu unconditionally believes in his son. Isn't that a million times better than those parents who only ask, "Why is the teacher targeting you and not others?"]

[I'm going to frame that sentence: "Did you cheat your way into the teacher qualification exam?"]

[Yes, where's the evidence? Without evidence, what right do you have to slander someone?]

[Wang Mei is truly disgusting. We've seen Ziran studying hard these past few days, and his progress is indeed remarkable, but we can't judge him as cheating based solely on that. Is it right for a teacher to accuse a student of cheating just because they did well on a test, and then isolate them when they haven't been caught cheating?]

With a teacher like this, the students in this class are incredibly unlucky.

[I was moved to tears during the scene where Chen Chu made the phone call; he never doubted his son.]

[I remember when I was little, five cents went missing from our house. My dad beat me half to death, insisting I took it. It turned out to be found under the sofa base a week later. He never apologized afterward. Thinking about it now still makes me feel uneasy.]

[Upstairs, do you still hate him?]

[Hehe, I don't feel anything anymore.]

You haven't lost your feelings; you've just blurred them. Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered them for so many years.

But dissenting voices began to emerge in large numbers, like a tide slowly rising from a corner.

However, to suddenly score over 90 points on an English test, it does seem a bit far-fetched, doesn't it?

Although I also support Chen Chu, this improvement is indeed too great...

What if his son really did cheat? Wouldn't Chen Chu become an accomplice?

I believe everything I saw in the live stream. We all saw this child get up at 6:30 every morning to memorize vocabulary.

How long can you watch the live stream? You don't know what he does at school during the day.

Zhao Shuilang put down her teacup, cleared her throat, and said with a judgmental certainty, "A dishonest child is a problem with their parents. Especially when it comes to cheating on grades, it's a sign of low character."

Zhou Zhenyang frowned, but before he could speak, he saw Chen Chu squatting in front of Chen Ziran, with his hands on his son's shoulders.

"Son, listen to me. No matter what others say about you, I believe in you. If you didn't cheat, no one can pin the blame on you. Just focus on your studies, get good grades, and shut them up."

"Don't be afraid of anything, your dad will back you up!"

Chen Ziran looked at his father's serious face, and his nose tingled, but he held it back.

"Dad, I want to go to school early tomorrow."

"what?"

"endorsement."