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

Chu Qiuyue's hand stopped on the car door handle.

She turned around and looked at Chen Chu from a few steps away, her expression as calm as still water: "I will not give up on the custody issue."

Chen Chu's upturned lips slowly relaxed.

He looked at Chu Qiuyue's calm face and remained silent for several seconds before speaking: "You intend to break your promise?"

"Who can prove what we said?" Chu Qiuyue asked calmly. "Is there a recording of our bet? Is there a contract? Are there any third-party witnesses present?"

Chen Chu opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything to refute it.

She's right. There's no recording, no contract, and no witnesses.

The bet was made over just a few words over the phone, and she could renege on it at any time.

He just hadn't expected Chu Qiuyue to be so shameless.

"You shameless person!" A voice exploded from behind him.

Chen Ziran rushed forward two steps, standing in front of Chu Qiuyue, his chest heaving violently, his eyes reddening with anger: "You clearly said that as long as I scored 550 points, you wouldn't fight for custody! Now you're going back on your word!"

Chu Qiuyue looked down at him, her gaze completely unwavering: "You're still young, you don't understand."

"I understand!" Chen Ziran almost shouted. "You just think we're all inferior to you! You think it's better for my sister to be with you than with Dad, you think I'll go astray if I'm with Dad, you think you're always right! But have you ever thought about what we think? Have you ever asked me if I wanted to come with you? Have you ever asked my sister if she wanted to come with you?"

Chu Qiuyue was silent for a moment: "You'll understand later."

She opened the car door, bent down, and got in. The door closed, shutting out all the sounds from outside.

The black sedan slowly started, merged into the traffic, and disappeared around the corner of the intersection.

Chen Ziran stood there, watching the car drive further and further away, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

Chen Chu walked over, put his hand on his shoulder, and without saying a word, just squeezed his shoulder hard.

At the entrance of the top class at Shude Middle School.

Li Lele's mother stood in the corridor, clutching Li Lele's report card, her face darker than the sky before a storm. A score of over 670 was among the top in any class. But her expression told everyone that she was dissatisfied.

Her gaze passed through the classroom's glass window and landed on Qian Jiaxin, who was sitting by the window.

Then she pushed open the door and went inside.

The classroom fell silent for a moment. Everyone looked up at the parent who had suddenly barged in.

Li Lele's mother walked straight to Qian Jiaxin's desk, stopped, and looked down at her: "You're Qian Jiaxin?"

Qian Jiaxin looked up and nodded somewhat blankly: "Auntie, I am..."

"You're not allowed to play with my daughter anymore." Li Lele's mother's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears in the quiet classroom. "It's all your fault for leading her astray. She never worried me about her studies before, but ever since she started playing with you, her grades have gotten worse and worse."

Qian Jiaxin's face flushed red instantly.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The students around them looked at each other, some lowered their heads and pretended to do their homework, some exchanged awkward glances, and some secretly picked up their phones.

Li Lele stood at the classroom door, as if she had been nailed to the spot.

Her face was as white as a sheet of paper, and her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"I didn't..." Qian Jiaxin's voice was soft, tinged with embarrassment under everyone's gaze, "Auntie, I didn't corrupt her..."

"No need to explain," Li Lele's mother coldly interrupted her. "Anyway, you two shouldn't associate with each other anymore." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the classroom. As she passed by Li Lele, she threw out a sentence: "Go home early after school and don't linger outside." Then she left without looking back.

The classroom remained quiet for a long time.

Li Lele stood at the door, head down, her expression unreadable.

Qian Jiaxin sat in her seat, pen in hand, staring at the textbook open in front of her, without writing a single word.

No one around spoke.

The live chat exploded.

[Is this mother crazy? She stormed into the classroom and started yelling at someone's friend?]

[Not satisfied with a score of 670+? What score would she want for her child to be satisfied? 750?]

[I'm a parent too, and I understand this mother's feelings, but this method is really too much.]

What did Qian Jiaxin do wrong? Does having good grades give her the right to insult people like this?

No, you're all criticizing Mom? Mom was only doing it for her own good!

[Is it okay to rush into the classroom and yell at people for her sake? Is it okay to embarrass her classmates in front of the whole class for her sake? Is that what you call doing it for her sake?]

Just as Mencius' mother moved three times to find the right environment for her son's education, what's wrong with limiting a child's social circle to ensure their academic performance? When the child makes friends at a higher level later, they will naturally understand their mother's good intentions.

"A friend of a higher level"—so making friends also depends on background and achievements? I've learned something new.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan put down her tablet and said firmly, "This approach is correct. Everyone knows the story of Mencius' mother moving three times to find the right environment for her son. Although that mother's approach was a bit extreme, her intentions were good. Limiting her social circle now is to help her focus her energy on her studies. When she gets into a good university and makes friends at a higher level, she will naturally understand that her mother is doing it for her own good."

Zhou Zhenyang did not respond.

He stared at the image of Li Lele with her head down on the screen and remained silent for a long time.

night.

Li Lele sat alone in the room.

The light from the desk lamp shone on the table, illuminating an open exercise book, but not a single word was written on it.

She held the pen, the nib touching the paper, leaving a small blot of ink. She stared at that blot for a long time, then put the pen down.

She picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and tapped on her chat with Qian Jiaxin.

The last time we spoke was four days ago, when she replied with a "hahaha" emoji.

She wanted to post something, typed a few words, then deleted them, typed a few more words, and deleted them again.

The light from the screen shone on her face, revealing traces of moisture in her eyes.

She stared at the chat window for a long time before finally turning off the screen and placing her phone face down on the table.

She stood up, walked to her desk, and pulled out a notebook that hadn't been used in a long time from the drawer.

She turned to the first page, picked up her pen, and began to write.

The handwriting was neat at first, but became increasingly messy as time went on.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so tired, I can't go on living, I'm so tired! In the next life, I don't want to be your daughter again."

She finished writing the last word, closed the notebook, and placed it in the center of her desk.

She stood up and opened the window.

A night breeze blew in, causing the pages on the table to flutter.

She glanced down at the streetlights; the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the ground shimmered with a grayish-white light.

She stood by the window, leaning slightly forward, her fingers gripping the windowsill.

She suddenly remembered a long time ago, when she was about eight years old, she did well on a test, and her mother rarely smiled. She patted her head and said, "My Lele is so great."

That was one of the few times in her memory that her mother praised her.

She did better and better in her exams, but her mother never touched her head again.

That moment was very brief, like a frame of a video that had been paused, lingering in her mind for a moment before disappearing.

She closed her eyes and loosened her fingers.

"Lele, dinner's ready!" came her mother's voice from the living room.

No one responded.

"Lele? Did you hear me?"

Still no one responded.

The mother put down the spatula, wiped her hands, walked to Li Lele's room, and pushed the door open.

The windows were wide open, and the white curtains were billowing in the wind like two outstretched wings.

An open notebook lay on the desk, rustling in the wind. The room was empty.

She walked to the window and looked down.

"Ah! Lele!!!"