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Chapter 2: Joyful Education - Playing Games with My Son

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan spoke sarcastically.

"This Mr. Chen is clearly just trying to attract attention."

On the screen, Chen Chu was leading his son towards the bedroom.

"They deliberately do unconventional things in front of the camera to attract attention. I've seen too many people like this online. To put it bluntly, they treat children as props for their own performances."

A male expert nearby nodded in agreement: "That's right. Not only do they not criticize a child who gets 60 points, but they also reward them with video games. This isn't education; it's a show. Once the cameras are off, the child will definitely get a beating."

"I agree," Zhao Shuilan continued. "These performative parents are often more terrifying than those who are strict in their discipline. Because they are not educating their children, but rather exploiting them."

Xiao Sa smiled and smoothed things over: "The three experts' analyses are all very reasonable, but let's see what Mr. Chen does next. Seeing is believing, after all."

In the scene, Chen Chu has already pulled Chen Ziran into the bedroom.

The bedroom is small, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a computer desk by the window.

There is an assembled computer on the table.

Chen Ziran stood in front of the computer, at a loss for what to do.

He glanced at the computer, then at Chen Chu, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Dad...can I really play?"

"What else?" Chen Chu plopped down on the edge of the bed. "The machine's already on, are you going to use it to do math problems?"

Chen Ziran did not move.

He stood there, clutching the hem of his clothes.

Waiting for the reply, "You actually took it seriously?"

This kind of thing happened far too many times when I was living with my mother.

His mother said, "Go play," and he actually went to play.

Then Mom will suddenly explode, pointing her finger at him and yelling, "I told you to go play, and you actually went to play?"

Do you have any conscience?

"I've worked so hard, and you still have the nerve to play around?"

He believed his mother when she said, "I'm not sad at all."

As a result, his mother said he didn't care about her and called him an ingrate.

He learned it later.

Every kind word your mother says should be heard in reverse.

Saying "Go ahead" means "You're not allowed to go."

Saying "I'm fine" means "I'm in trouble."

Saying "I'm not angry" actually means "I'm furious."

Chen Chu watched his son standing there, his expression changing repeatedly, but he just wouldn't sit down in front of the computer.

"What's wrong? Are you embarrassed to play?"

Chen Ziran snapped back to reality and stammered, "No...no..."

"Then please sit down."

Chen Ziran struggled for a while.

He could see the computer waving at him.

The game interface was still on the desktop, and the familiar hero in the icon seemed to be saying, "Come on, grandpa, let's have some fun."

His fingers were itching for more.

Ultimately, the desire to play the game overcame the fear.

He carefully moved to the computer, sat down, and glanced back at Chen Chu.

"So...Dad, am I going to play?"

"Go ahead and play."

Chen Ziran took a deep breath, skillfully opened the game client, entered his account and password, and entered the matchmaking queue.

He acted quickly, locking in a jungler he was very skilled with almost no hesitation when choosing a hero.

Chen Chu sat on the edge of the bed watching, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

It's just a game.

Even in his own room, in his own father's room, he had to be so careful, and he had to double-check whether it was really okay to play.

How many scars does this child have in his heart?

Come to think of it, in the six months since the divorce, Chen Ziran seems to have never asked for anything.

She doesn't want toys, snacks, or even pocket money.

Before doing anything, he would first look at Chen Chu's expression and then ask a question.

"Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it really okay?"

He was only fourteen years old.

What should a fourteen-year-old child be like?

They should be carefree, fearless, and speak with confidence.

"Dad, I want this."

"Dad, I want that."

But Chen Ziran is not.

He is so sensible.

She's so sensible it breaks my heart.

Chen Chu sighed, took out his phone, and opened a shopping app.

Graphics card, 5090.

Without hesitation, I placed the order.

CPU, upgraded to top configuration.

Add to cart and place order.

Memory, 64GB.

Monitor, 27 inches, 2K, high refresh rate.

Mouse, specifically for gaming.

Keyboard, mechanical switches.

Headphones, noise-canceling gaming model.

Anyway, a lot of gold coins were taken from Chu Qingqiu during the divorce, which was for the children to spend.

After placing all the orders in one go, Chen Chu finally put his phone away with satisfaction.

I'll tell the kid when the package arrives in a few days.

Consider it a reward for getting 60 points on the test.

Give him a surprise.

He stood up and walked behind Chen Ziran.

The game had already started, and Chen Ziran was staring intently at the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard and mouse.

They played quite well.

Chen Chu watched for a while, then reached out and patted his head.

Chen Ziran jolted awake, almost jumping off his chair.

He quickly took off his headphones, turned around, and looked panicked.

"Dad! You're not going to back out, are you?!"

The voices have all changed pitch.

Chen Chu glared at him: "Who do you think you are, your father? You always keep your promises."

Chen Ziran breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Chen Chu pulled out his old laptop from the cabinet and sat down next to Chen Ziran: "I wanted to tell you that we should hang out together."

"Together?"

"What? You look down on your father?"

Chen Ziran was taken aback for a moment, then asked curiously, "Dad, you play games too?"

Chen Chu was speechless: "Don't talk like your father is illiterate."

After half an hour.

Chen Chu opened his laptop and glanced at Chen Ziran's screen while the game was loading.

What position are you playing?

"Jungling".

"Then Father will take the middle route."

The game has finished loading.

Chen Chu instantly picked Yasuo.

Chen Ziran's lips twitched: "Dad... are you sure?"

"What's wrong? Looking down on a happy swordsman?"

"No...it's just...this version of Yasuo is a bit..."

"Shut up and focus on your jungle."

Five minutes later.

"No, buddy, come over here and help your dad catch it!" Chen Chu stared at the gray screen, his voice full of despair.

Chen Ziran groaned, "Dad, stop feeding! Mid lane is 0/5, and I don't even dare to look at the enemy Diana!"

"That's because you didn't help your dad gank! The enemy jungler was treating your dad like an ATM!"

"I'm here, I'm here... Ah, you're dead again."

"I've fainted!"

"Dad, what about your skills?"

"CD!"

"You weren't going to use your skill just now?"

"How was I supposed to know she had passed the CET-6 exam!"

Five more minutes passed.

Chen Ziran: "Dad, I don't want to play games anymore."

Chen Chu: "?"

Chen Ziran: "I want to study."

Chen Chu's eyes widened: "What time is it now? Ten o'clock is a good time to study? Don't you know it's bad for your eyes?"

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Is reading bad for your eyes? Does that mean playing video games is better for your eyes?

[How can Yasuo be so self-righteous after being shot for ten minutes with a 0/10 score?]

[This is hilarious! My son said he wanted to study, but his dad wouldn't let him, saying it's bad for his eyes.]

Am I the only one who noticed the heartwarming interaction between the father and son?

[Yeah, yeah, I'm so envious of that kind of father-son relationship; they can talk about anything.]

They're father and son in the game, and they're father and son in real life too... As for who's the dad in the game, don't ask.

Does this relationship describe a father who bears 0/10 of the pressure and a son who bears 8/3?

[Holy crap, this is hilarious! This dad is really terrible.]

But it feels more relatable because of the food; I'd be happy even if my dad messed up my games, if he played with me.

The point is, this dad genuinely plays with his son; he's not just saying it.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan's expression was not good.

"This is outrageous!" She slammed her hand on the table. "A father staying up all night playing video games with his child—is this what you call education? This is clearly setting a bad example for the child!"

The male expert also frowned: "Moreover, this Mr. Chen is clearly putting on a show in front of the camera. Look at his performance, it's too deliberate, too exaggerated, and not genuine at all."

"That's right," Zhao Shuilan said. "Once the show ends and the cameras are off, this child will definitely be disciplined. I've seen far too many parents like this who are just putting on a show."

Xiao Sa smiled and said, "What the experts said makes sense. But judging from the comments, it seems that many viewers have a pretty good reaction to this family."

"That only shows that the audience is blinded by appearances," Zhao Shuilan said bluntly. "Education is not a dinner party, it's not about everyone being nice to each other. A child who scores 60 points, and whose father not only doesn't criticize him but also takes him to play video games until late at night—this kind of behavior is irresponsible towards the child's future."

Screen switch.

Li Lele's home.

Lele had just finished her homework and carefully picked up her phone, wanting to see the messages her classmates had sent.

"What are you doing?!"

My mother's voice boomed from behind me.

Li Lele's hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone.

"I...I just want to see..."

"What are you looking at? You only got 99 points, and you still have the nerve to look at your phone?" The mother snatched the phone away. "Do you know how tired Mom is? Do you know how hard it is for Mom to finish her work outside and then come home to help you with your homework?"

"Mom, I only need to take one look..."

"One glance? What can you possibly see in one glance? Can you even figure out two questions? If you spent the time you spend looking at your phone studying, would you still be failing to get 100 points?"

Li Lele lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"But... my classmates..."

"Don't mention other people's kids to me! Why don't you compare your grades with theirs? They got 100, you got 99, and you're still here looking at your phone!"

The mother slammed her phone onto the sofa.

"Go back to your room! Copy the wrong questions ten times over!"

Li Lele bit her lip, turned around and went into the room.

Her tears finally fell.

But she dared not cry out loud.

Crying is a sign of weakness.

The scene then cuts again.

Xu Zi'ang's home.

It's 11 p.m.

Xu Ziang secretly hid under the covers, the faint light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

He's playing video games.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"What are you doing?!"

Xu Ziang was so frightened that he threw his phone away.

My father stood at the door, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Dad...I..."

"How many times have I told you? No phone games! No games! Are you ignoring me?"

Xu Ziang quickly got out of bed, stood on the floor, and lowered his head.

The father grabbed a stick from behind the door and handed it to Xu Zi'ang.

"Hit me."

Xu Ziang was stunned: "Dad..."

"Hit me!" The father's voice trembled. "It's all my fault! A father's fault is for not teaching his son properly! I'm guilty for not raising you well!"

"Dad, I was wrong..."

"You're wrong? Where did you go wrong? Tell me!"

Xu Ziang's tears fell in a steady stream: "I... I shouldn't have been playing on my phone..."

"Anything else?"

"I shouldn't have played video games..."

"Anything else?"

"I...I..."

"Say it!"

Xu Zi'ang sobbed uncontrollably, "I shouldn't have been disobedient... I shouldn't have caused you so much trouble..."

The father sighed and threw the stick on the ground.

"You know that's good." His voice suddenly became very tired. "Who am I working so hard for? Do you think I want to control you? Could you manage without me?"

"Dad... I really know I was wrong..."

"Go to sleep."

The father turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Xu Ziang stood there, wiping away his tears.

He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

For a long time.

He rolled over.

Tears slid down her cheeks, soaking the pillow.

Three screens are displayed simultaneously.

Chen Chujia.

"Hahaha! I finally killed one!"

Chen Chu was excited.