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

After a brief pause, the chat in the live stream exploded even more fiercely.

Although the vast majority of young netizens are enthusiastically praising Chen Chu, there is never a shortage of other voices on the internet.

There were always some people who, perhaps unintentionally touched a nerve by Chen Chu's words, or perhaps out of some deep-rooted traditional moralist mentality, began to launch sarcastic attacks in the barrage.

Does Chen Chu have a mental illness? His reaction is so strong.

[Exactly! I think he just had a bad childhood, he's an unlucky kid from a broken family, that's why he thinks all parents are bad!]

[The mother was just casually criticizing her child; what's wrong with wanting your child to succeed? Why is he making such a big deal out of it? It's like she's committed a cardinal sin; he's really overreacting.]

These days, so-called experts love to peddle anxiety. They get depressed after just a few criticisms? Kids these days are just too fragile!

These glaring bullet comments were scrolling in real time on the large screen at the scene.

The director's expression changed slightly as he watched these highly aggressive remarks. He instinctively wanted to cut the camera off, fearing that he might anger Chen Chu on stage.

However, Chen Chu raised his hand to stop the actions of the people backstage.

He quietly observed the doubts and insults, and instead of responding with sharp words as he usually did, he surprisingly nodded calmly.

"Some netizens are absolutely right."

Chen Chu's voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, resonated throughout the venue. He looked directly at the camera, arms outstretched, and openly confessed in front of the live stream audience and parents: "Yes, I'm angry. You guessed it, I had a very difficult childhood, so I can't stand seeing others suffer."

The entire audience was in an uproar. No one expected that Chen Chu, who was always sharp-tongued and impeccable, would suddenly tear open his own wounds.

Chen Chu's eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, his thoughts seemingly piercing through the blinding spotlight, returning to that oppressive and gloomy childhood.

"In my memory, my parents never praised me once. Never."

Chen Chu's voice was somewhat low, carrying a bitterness that had been tempered by the years, "No matter what I do, no matter if I get first place or win any awards, all I get in return is criticism, suppression, and abuse."

"In their eyes, I always seem to be a defective product. They are like looking for my flaws with a magnifying glass. If I don't do something right, it will be magnified infinitely and I will be subjected to a storm of criticism. But they ignore the things I do well, or they casually attribute it to 'blind luck'."

Chen Chu took a deep breath, a cold glint in his eyes: "Later, when I grew up and studied psychology, I finally understood why. Because in the minds of some parents, they need to constantly suppress and insult their children to establish their pathetic and pitiful 'absolute authority' as elders! It seems that only by belittling their children, only by trampling them underfoot, can they elevate their own status and prove that they are the masters of truth!"

"So when I saw Ms. Zhou just now, using that familiar, nauseating way to wantonly insult and trample on Wu Jiajia, I admit, I reacted."

Chen Chu turned his head and looked gently at Wu Jiajia, the girl who was still bowing her head and silently shedding tears. When he looked at the camera again, his eyes had become unbreakable once more.

"Because I myself have been drenched in a long, cold downpour, I know how devastating the feeling of being completely rejected by one's loved ones can be. Therefore, I cannot bear to see anyone in this era suffer such suffocating harm! If so, and I witness it, I will see it through to the end!"

This candid, almost brutal, confession was like a bombshell, creating a massive upheaval in everyone's hearts.

There is no hypocritical pretense, no condescending preaching, only a wounded soul doing its utmost to protect another wounded child.

……

Meanwhile, at a prestigious middle school more than ten kilometers away from the filming location.

Inside the bright classroom, the physics teacher on the podium is passionately explaining the law of electromagnetic induction, the chalk striking the blackboard with a crisp sound.

In the corner of the third-to-last row of the classroom, Chen Ziran sat upright, seemingly looking at the blackboard, but actually tilting his neck slightly forward while staring intently at the space under the desk.

Behind a thick stack of review materials was a cell phone with a faint glow, the screen showing a live stream of Chen Chu at the event.

When Chen Ziran heard his father say through his earphones, "I didn't have a good childhood, so I can't stand seeing others have a bad time," his youthful face, which had been carrying a mischievous smile, froze instantly.

He stared intently at the screen, at his father who was usually so joking and irreverent, now standing on the stage like a lone hero, dissecting his bloody past.

Chen Ziran's heart suddenly clenched with pain.

From childhood to adulthood, Chen Chu has always been an all-powerful and perpetually cheerful father in his eyes.

No matter what trouble he got into, his father would just laugh and tease him a bit; no matter how insignificant his achievements were, even if he ranked last in his class, his father would take him out for a big meal and praise him wildly for his "perseverance" and "never giving up."

He used to think his dad was an optimist, and sometimes he even thought his dad praised him too much.

It was only at this moment that Chen Ziran finally realized the truth, as if struck by a thunderbolt.

It turns out that... the reason why Dad always praised and encouraged himself in various ways and never said a harsh word to himself was because of such a deep and painful reason.

My father is using all his love to fill the missing piece of his childhood puzzle; he is doing everything in his power to create a protective umbrella for himself, one that will prevent him from feeling wronged or inferior.

Chen Ziran's eyes welled up with tears, a strong sense of pride and heartache swirling within him. He sniffed, quickly switched out of the live stream, opened Chen Chu's WeChat chat, and began frantically tapping the screen with his two thumbs.

"Dad! You look absolutely stunning today!!"

"You're the best dad in the world! You're so brave to say that in public and express your true feelings!"

"In my opinion, none of the Spartan warriors in movies or Marvel superheroes are as awesome as one of your fingers!"

"Dad, I believe in you! No matter what nonsense those keyboard warriors on the internet spout, I will always support you unconditionally!"

"You've done a fantastic job, don't pay attention to those idiot comments! Love you! [fist][fist][heart]"

After sending a series of messages filled with the quirky, adolescent energy of adolescence, yet utterly sincere, Chen Ziran let out a long sigh of relief. Looking at the screen full of green bubbles in the chat box, he smiled with great satisfaction.

He carefully turned off his phone screen, preparing to put it back into his school uniform pocket.

Just then, a kind of ominous premonition, cultivated through years of wits and battles with teachers and as keen as a wild animal, suddenly descended upon him.

Chen Ziran felt a chill run down the back of his neck, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

He swallowed hard, a sliver of hope in his eyes, stiffly turned his neck, slowly raised his head, and looked towards the window on his left, following the direction of his senses.

Outside the window, the homeroom teacher's face, wearing black-rimmed glasses, had appeared there like a ghost at some point.

The homeroom teacher was watching him through the glass, smiling. That forced smile was a hundred times more terrifying to Chen Ziran than anything in a horror movie.

Immediately afterwards, the homeroom teacher slowly stretched out a hand, palm up, through the crack in the half-open window, and opened it in front of Chen Ziran, uttering four words in a gentle tone that left no room for doubt: "Take it out."

Chen Ziran's vision went black, and he let out a heart-wrenching wail: It's over! My glorious and great father, your son has made a complete and heroic sacrifice today to support you!

……

The long class finally ended with the ringing of the bell.

In the corridor, Yang Xunran held a bottle of iced cola in his hand. Looking at Chen Ziran's dejected and lifeless appearance, he couldn't help but gloat as he approached.

"Hey Ran, what's wrong? You were all smiles in class just now, how come your phone was confiscated by that 'old witch' in the blink of an eye? Your counter-surveillance skills have deteriorated, haven't they? What are you looking at so intently?"

Chen Ziran sighed, leaned on the railing in the corridor, and recounted in detail what had happened to his father in the live stream and his own miserable experience of being ganked by his homeroom teacher for being too engrossed in sending messages.

Yang Xunran, who had been all smiles, gradually lost his smile after listening to Chen Ziran's account, replaced by a deep sense of shock.

As Chen Ziran's best friend who often went to Chen Ziran's house for meals and played games with Chen Chu, Yang Xunran's impression of Chen Chu was always that of an extremely open-minded and cool uncle who treated them like brothers.

In the game, Chen Chu always manages to devise tactics with great skill and speaks eloquently about social principles, leaving everyone convinced.

But he never expected that this seemingly sunny and wise "Brother Chen" would have such a scar hidden deep in his heart.

"Because I've been caught in the rain myself, I'm desperately trying to hold an umbrella for others..." Yang Xunran murmured these words, a hint of emotion and admiration flashing in his eyes.

He patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, his tone incredibly earnest: "Ziran, honestly, Brother Chen is truly amazing. In that kind of situation, for a completely unrelated little girl, he was willing to expose his own scars to outsiders, just to prove those parents' parenting methods were wrong. That's incredible!"

After saying that, Yang Xunran took out his phone without hesitation and skillfully found Chen Chu's WeChat.

"I'll send a message to Brother Chen right now to encourage him!" Yang Xunran typed fiercely, "Brother Chen, you're the coolest! If anyone dares to criticize you online, just tell me, and I'll immediately take them down on all the major forums! I'll smash those old-fashioned bastards' heads!"

Looking at his indignant good brother beside him, Chen Ziran finally couldn't help but smile, and the slight annoyance he felt because his phone had been confiscated vanished.

……

at the same time.

The recording of the program is still ongoing in the activity hall of the kindergarten.

Chen Chu's soul-searching confession just now shocked Zhou Liying and many young parents, but not everyone can easily accept this subversive concept.

Just as the atmosphere fell into a brief silence, a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a navy blue jacket, stood up from the back of the audience, his brows furrowed.

He took the microphone handed to him by a staff member, his tone revealing the stubbornness and disdain typical of the older generation: "Mr. Chen, I admit you have excellent speaking skills, you speak eloquently. However, I completely disagree with your views!"

The middle-aged man looked around, as if searching for allies, and retorted loudly, "You portray not praising children as such an unforgivable sin. But look at our generation, didn't we all endure the beatings and scoldings from our parents? And now we've all settled down, started families, and are living good lives. What's the problem? There's no problem!"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he felt he was in the right, and his voice grew louder: "The ancients said, 'Spare the rod and spoil the child.' Parents don't praise their children because they're afraid the children will become arrogant! Children's temperaments are fickle. If you always praise them, they'll become arrogant and conceited after achieving a little success. Is that good?! We do it to keep their temper in check and teach them a lesson!"

These words were met with a murmur of agreement from the audience.

Clearly, the idea that "adversity training" and "suppression is to prevent arrogance" is still considered a golden rule by many older generations.

Chen Chu looked at the middle-aged man whose face seemed to say, "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice," but instead of getting angry, he let out a cold laugh of extreme disappointment.

"That's why so many people in our generation live such painful and conflicted lives."

Chen Chu raised the microphone, his gaze burning like a torch as he stared directly at the middle-aged man, his tone sharp and uncompromising: "Uncle, you always use 'we all went through this' as a shield. But let me tell you, that's not experience, that's survivor bias! You only see those who persevered and seem to have built successful lives, while selectively blind to the children whose confidence has been destroyed by your oppressive education, even driven to despair!"

"You keep saying you're afraid your child will become arrogant, so you'd rather die than give them a single compliment. But do you really understand education? No, you don't know how to educate children at all!"

Chen Chu's voice echoed in the empty hall, resounding and deafening: "I'm putting this out there today: timely and specific praise for children won't necessarily make them arrogant; however, endless insults and undisguised belittling will definitely, one hundred percent, make a child insecure! Insecure to the core!"

Pride can be easily shattered and corrected by reality, but inferiority is a poison that, once planted, will accompany a child for life like a bone-deep infection! It will make a child afraid to confess their feelings when they meet someone they like, feel unworthy when they encounter good job opportunities, and forever hesitate and be timid when facing life's choices!

Chen Chu pointed sharply at the middle-aged man, ruthlessly tearing away their last veil of pretense: "You're not doing this for the children's good at all; you're just numb! You've never learned how to be qualified parents; you're just instinctively 'cosplaying adults'! You put on adult clothes, had children, and thought you automatically grasped the truth of education. No, you're just mechanically repeating what your parents did to you, passing that pain down from generation to generation!"

"Your educational methods are fundamentally flawed!"

……

Chen Chu's thunderous speech completely ignited the entire audience and shocked countless netizens who were watching on their screens.

If the confession just now was heartbreaking, then the thorough reckoning with "repressive education" at this moment is unprecedentedly satisfying and shocking.

After a moment of silence, the barrage of comments erupted in an unprecedented burst.

Countless netizens born in the 90s and 00s seemed to have been ignited, rushing out to speak with tears in their eyes, turning the entire live broadcast room into a large-scale emotional resonance event.

[That's so true!! Cosplay adults! That's an amazing term! They haven't learned how to be parents at all; they just think, "I gave birth to you, so I have the right to scold you!"]

[I cried after reading this. I'm exactly the kind of insecure person Teacher Chen described. Even though I got into a top-tier university and landed a job at a leading company, my hands still shake when I speak in meetings. I always feel inferior to others. This is all thanks to the constant scolding I received from my parents since I was little!]

The statement, "You're just numb," is truly insightful. Many of their generation were genuinely numb, unable to feel their children's pain, and even smugly believing it to be a form of strict love.

[That's how my mom is. She's afraid I'll become arrogant. I got 99 points on a test, and she asked me how I lost that one point. I felt like I was suffocating. Today, finally, someone has spoken the minds of our generation!]

[Chen Gou is a god today! I recorded this line; I have to play it out loud for my parents when I get home tonight!]

At the edge of the stage, Qiu Tian, ​​the young director who had been in charge of following up on the program, was trembling with excitement.

She gripped the walkie-talkie tightly with both hands, looking at Chen Chu on the stage, who was arguing with the crowd and exuding an aura of authority, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"Amazing...it really is amazing!" Qiu Tian murmured to herself, her chest heaving violently.

Originally, Chen Chu was only scheduled to participate in a very routine, even somewhat boring, parent-child interaction activity at the kindergarten today, mainly to gather some heartwarming material for the program. But who could have imagined that Chen Chu would not only deviate from the script, but also drop a nuclear bomb in this greenhouse full of toddlers and parents!

"Teacher Chen really did something amazing today..."

Qiu Tian took a deep breath. She knew that today's explosive remarks about "repressive education" and "cosplaying as an adult" would definitely quickly top the trending lists on major social media platforms and spark a huge discussion across society!

This is no longer a simple variety show; it's practically a revolution in social values!

……

Meanwhile, in the city center.

Li Minghui was wearing an eye mask and catching up on sleep on the large leather sofa. He had stayed up until four in the morning last night editing the film, and was now sleeping soundly.

"Bang bang bang!"

A sudden, rapid and violent banging on the door rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and the young lady in charge of the program's new media operations rushed in like a whirlwind, holding a tablet computer, and was even out of breath.

"Director! Director, wake up! Wake up!" The operations girl was so excited that her voice cracked, and she ripped off Li Minghui's blindfold.

Startled, Li Minghui jumped up from the sofa, his hair a mess, looking completely bewildered and grumpy as he yelled, "What?! What?! Was there an earthquake or a fire at the station? Can't you see I was catching up on sleep?!"

"It's not an earthquake, it's Chen Chu! Chen Chu's gone viral again!" The operations manager, completely ignoring the director's anger, shoved the tablet into Li Minghui's face. "Look at the trending topics! Chen Chu dropped another brilliant line today! The number of viewers in the live stream just tripled, and the server is about to crash!"

Li Minghui rubbed his sleepy eyes and forced himself to focus on the tablet screen.

On Weibo's trending topics list, three out of the top ten items were marked with the word "hot".

#ChenChu, you guys are just cosplaying as adults#

#Chen Chu angrily criticizes repressive education#

#Beating and scolding may not prevent pride, but it will definitely lead to inferiority complex#

Clicking on the video reveals Chen Chu pointing at the middle-aged man and angrily beating him up at the event.

Watching Chen Chu's all-out attack and piercing words in the video, Li Minghui's sleepiness vanished instantly, replaced by extreme surprise and astonishment.

He gaped, turned to the operations manager in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Wait... if I remember correctly, wasn't he supposed to be attending one of those heartwarming parent-child activities at kindergarten, holding hands and playing games?!"

Li Minghui felt his entire worldview had been shattered, and he frantically tugged at his hair: "Going to a kindergarten, a place full of little brats, and they can even start arguing?! Is Chen Chu some kind of invincible fighting Buddha, going around fighting wherever he goes?!"