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

On the day of the monthly exam, the exam room was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages and writing could be heard.

Chen Ziran took a deep breath, pulled a black pen from his pencil case, and wrote his name and exam number on the answer sheet.

He wrote very slowly, each stroke deliberate and forceful, as if performing some kind of ritual.

When the test papers were handed out, he first browsed through them from beginning to end, and then silently planned how to allocate his time.

This is what Chen Chu taught him: when you get the test paper, don't rush to write. Read it through first, and then start writing once you have a general idea of ​​what to write.

He began answering the questions.

Multiple choice questions, fill-in-the-blank questions, and calculation questions.

He wrote down each line one by one, skipping over any parts he got stuck on and coming back to them later after finishing the rest.

The draft paper was filled with calculations, and the dense numbers and formulas covered the entire sheet like ants.

When he got to the later, more challenging problems, he paused, stared at the geometry problem for a while, drew two auxiliary lines on the scratch paper, and then began writing out the steps.

He got stuck halfway through writing, so he changed direction and redrawn an auxiliary line, and this time it was correct.

He wrote smoothly all the way down until he finished the last word.

He put down his pen, checked the answer sheet to make sure he hadn't missed anything, then looked up and glanced out the window.

Sunlight streamed in through the glass window and fell on the table. He suddenly felt a weight lift from his heart.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam.

He handed in his paper, walked out of the examination room, and saw Chen Chu standing at the school gate waiting for him, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.

"Son, you've finished your exams, right? Come on, Dad's taking you to an internet cafe."

Chen Ziran took the milk tea, took a sip, sucked up a few pearls, chewed them, and hesitated before speaking.

"What's wrong?"

"Dad..." He gripped the cup of milk tea, his knuckles slightly white, "What if I don't do well on the test?"

Chen Chu reached out and patted him on the head: "I believe you are the best."

Chen Ziran looked down at the milk tea in his hand; the few tapioca pearls lay quietly at the bottom of the cup. He didn't speak, but he nodded vigorously.

At the same time, Li Lele also walked out of the examination room. Her face was a little pale, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes.

When she got home, she didn't even put down her schoolbag. Standing in the living room, she said very softly, "Mom, I'm so tired. I want to ask for a day off to rest."

Li Lele's mother was folding clothes and didn't even look up: "Are you taking leave? What kind of leave? You have class tomorrow, what will you do if you fall behind in your studies?"

"Just one day..."

"No. How did you feel about the exam? Were you confident? Did you finish the last big math problem?"

Li Lele stood there silently for a while, then lowered her head and whispered, "...It's alright," before turning and walking into her room. She closed the door, placed her schoolbag on the table, and didn't open it. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the gray sky outside the window.

The comments section erupted into another argument.

【No, it's just one day off, and they won't even let me? Isn't it normal for a child to want to rest after exams?】

[A student's task is to study hard; taking leave to rest can easily foster laziness. I think Li Lele's mother did the right thing.]

【You call this laziness? The kid's been working non-stop for a month, and wanting a day off is considered laziness? Then why don't you work year-round without a break?】

How can that be the same? Student years are for building a foundation; what will you do if you don't work hard now?

……

Three days later. The day the results will be released.

Chu Qiuyue came in person.

A black sedan stopped in front of Shude Middle School. The door opened, and a pair of black high heels stepped onto the ground.

Chu Qiuyue wore a well-tailored white suit jacket, her makeup was exquisite, her expression was aloof, and she exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

She got out of the car, holding a black handbag, and stood at the school gate. She glanced at the sign with the four big characters "Shude Middle School" on it, then looked away and saw Chen Chu standing not far away.

Chen Chu leaned against the wall, wearing a clean dark coat, his hands in his pockets.

Last night, he specially polished those leather shoes that had been sitting for a long time. Although they didn't look as expensive as Chu Qiuyue's outfit, they were at least neat and presentable.

"You're here?" he greeted, his tone as casual as if he were asking about the weather.

Chu Qiuyue glanced at him, walked up to him and stopped: "You guys got away with cheating last time, but you can't do it this time."

Chen Chu chuckled, "Heh, you don't even believe your own son. What can I say about someone like you?"

"Don't provoke me," Chu Qiuyue said calmly. "I know your level."

Chen Ziran stood behind Chen Chu, head down, his fingers gripping the backpack strap until they turned white.

His fingernails dug into his palms, leaving shallow marks, but he didn't let go.

He told himself, "I must prove myself and not let my father lose face."

The report cards are posted.

A large crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board.

Chen Ziran squeezed into the crowd, his eyes searching upwards. When he found his own name, he froze.

Total score: 587 points.

He stared at the numbers, checking them repeatedly to make sure he wasn't mistaken, then suddenly turned around, waved vigorously in Chen Chu's direction, his smile as bright as the midday sun: "Dad! I got 587!"

This score would rank in the top twenty even in a top-performing class, let alone a regular class.

Chen Chu stood there, his hands still in his pockets, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Chu Qiuyue's expression froze. She stood there, staring at the report card, silent for a long time. She had come fully prepared today; the lawyer's letter, the evaluation report, and the custody application materials were all in the trunk of her car.

But now, that report card is like a wall, blocking everything she had prepared.

She turned around and glanced at Chen Ziran, who was standing in front of the bulletin board, his eyes narrowed with laughter. Chen Chu stood next to him and reached out to ruffle his hair.