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

It was 5:30 a.m., just as dawn was breaking.

Xu Danian was already standing at the door of Xu Ziang's room. He didn't knock, but pushed the door open and went in. He pulled back the covers, and a cold draft rushed into the bed. Xu Ziang woke up with a start and saw his father's expressionless face, and heard the short command: "Get up."

He glanced out the window, still half asleep. The sky was still gray, and he heard birds chirping in the distance.

He silently put on his clothes and followed his father out the door. The construction site was on the edge of the city, a new housing development under construction. The concrete frame had already been erected, and the exposed steel bars gleamed coldly in the morning light.

The foreman was an older worker in his fifties, with dark skin and calloused hands. He frowned when he saw Xu Ziang, pulled Xu Danian aside, and said in a low voice, "Old Xu, your son is still so young, why don't you just let it go? There's a high temperature warning today, over forty degrees Celsius, the child can't handle it."

Xu Danian simply shook his head: "If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, what will you be able to do in the future?"

The foreman glanced at Xu Ziang but said nothing more.

Xu Ziang received a pair of gloves and a safety helmet, and followed his father into the construction site.

After the sun rose, the ground began to steam. By nine o'clock in the morning, the air was as hot as a wall, and with each breath, you could feel the scorching air filling your lungs.

Xu Ziang had been carrying bricks for an hour. His gloves were soaked with sweat, and his palms were sore from being rubbed by the rough brick surface.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the gray ground beneath his feet, where it evaporated instantly.

He leaned against the pile of bricks, took a few breaths, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, I want to buy an ice pop..."

Xu Danian was shoveling sand nearby. Hearing this, he didn't even look up. His tone was flat, but every word was like a thorn: "You're tired after working for so long? You can't even handle this little bit of hardship and you want to enjoy yourself? No wonder you're born a young master. You haven't done much work all morning, but your mouth is never quiet."

Xu Ziang opened his mouth to explain, but seeing his father's sunburnt profile, he swallowed all his words.

He lowered his head and picked up another brick, his teeth clenched tightly around his lower lip, sweat dripping down his chin.

The sun rose higher and higher, the ground at the construction site became scorching hot, and the heat waves in the air distorted the distant scenery.

He gritted his teeth and persevered. His gloves wore out, and blisters formed on his palms. After the blisters burst, the gloves stuck to his flesh. Every brick he carried was excruciatingly painful, but he didn't utter another word.

……

at the same time.

In Chen Chu's living room, the air conditioning was on full blast. On the coffee table were two glasses of iced cola and a plate of chilled watermelon, cut into triangular pieces and neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate.

Chen Ziran sat in the gaming chair in the study, staring at the live streaming software that was opening on the screen, his expression somewhat subtle.

He turned his head, glanced at Chen Chu who was stuffing watermelon into his mouth, and finally voiced his doubts: "Dad, are you sure... we can really make money doing this?"

"Of course! Definitely. Trust your dad." Chen Chu mumbled through his watermelon chewing, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Chen Ziran hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke up: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just... I mean, if I were playing alone, I'm confident I could do well. But Dad, one of us tends to hold the team back. Who do you think it is?"

Chen Chu sat up straight on the sofa, glaring at his son: "Dare to look down on your father? Start a live stream right now!"

There's a saying...

A man is rich but has been cheated on.

He'll just laugh if you criticize him for being poor, but he'll really get anxious if you say the child doesn't resemble him.

Just like Chen Chu.

If you scold him for not knowing how to take care of children, he'll just laugh it off.

But if you say he's bad at games...

Chen Ziran was startled by his reaction. While complaining, he clicked the start button for the live stream, muttering, "Okay, okay, start it, start it. Don't blame me if I lose points later."

Chen Chu stuffed the last piece of watermelon into his mouth, wiped his hands, walked to the computer, sat down, put on his headphones, and opened the game client: "Besides, who says only skilled streamers can make money? Your dad already analyzed this. Millions of people are watching our 'Good Parenting' show's livestream. We might as well take advantage of that traffic. What do people watch livestreams for? To have fun! Your dad is a walking joke, why would I worry about not making money?"

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming more serious: "Besides, it's not a big deal even if we don't make money. Consider this a lesson to you, to let you know that there's more than one path in life. Be a little more resourceful, and you can make a living anywhere."

Chen Ziran paused, glancing at Chen Chu before turning back with a slight smile on his lips. "Fine, Dad, you're in charge."

The live stream has started.

The title is very straightforward.

"Father and son duo queue, Yasuo tutorial, came to see what it's all about."

Chen Chu opened the live stream room of the "Effective Parenting" program and waved to the camera: "Dear viewers, if you want to watch my son and I play games, you can come to the Douyin live stream room, room number xxxxxx, for a first-person perspective and a close-up look at your dad's amazing Yasuo skills."

The barrage of comments instantly overwhelmed him.

[What?! Is this even possible? Openly ripping off the show's viewership?]

[Hahaha, openly promoting themselves, the director must be green with envy!]

[Brothers, let's go see just how bad Chen Chu's Yasuo really is!]

In the blink of an eye, the number of viewers in the Douyin live stream exceeded four digits, then five digits, and the number kept jumping up.

The director sat in the monitoring room, watching the online viewership curve of the "Good Parenting" live stream decline at a visible rate, while Chen Chu's Douyin live stream viewership was soaring. He was completely stunned.

He turned to his assistant, his voice laced with utter exasperation, and asked, "Wait... why is he trying to take advantage of the production team?"

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha, the director was dumbfounded! He'd never encountered anything like this before!]

[While others participate in variety shows to gain viewership, Chen Chu participates to gain viewership from the shows themselves—the first person to do the opposite!]

[Production crew: We're here to film you and make money. Chen Chu: Okay, I'll use your viewership to make some money first.]

Chen Chu was fully engaged in the live stream. He cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone in a serious tone: "Welcome everyone, new friends! This is the father-son duo live stream. I'm the technical streamer Chen Chu, and this is my son. I'll be carrying him to victory."

Chen Ziran added expressionlessly, "No, I'll clean up your mess after your Yasuo feeds like a dog."

The live chat exploded again.

Chen Chu pretended not to hear and confidently locked in Yasuo.

At the start of the game, Chen Chu's Yasuo bought a Doran's Blade and left the fountain with overwhelming momentum.

Three minutes later, he gave up first blood.

Seven minutes later, he gave up his second kill.

At the 12-minute mark, he had 0 kills, 5 deaths, and 0 assists, a truly impressive record.

The comments section was bursting with joy.

[Is this the legendary skilled streamer? His skills are truly exceptional, so exceptional that he has zero kills and five deaths.]

[This is hilarious! He said he'd teach Yasuo, but he himself is the worst example!]

The son is right; this father is indeed the one who's holding us back.

The screen is grayed out.

Chen Chu put down the mouse, picked up the cola next to him, took a sip, and said calmly as if nothing had happened: "See? This is teaching. Teaching you what you shouldn't do."

Chen Ziran sat next to his father, looked at his father's self-righteous face, remained silent for two seconds, then sighed and turned to concentrate on his jungle farming.

He decided to rely on himself this time.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan stared at the screen showing Chen Chu's live stream, her face grim. After a moment of silence, she finally managed to utter, "This is outrageous..."

"Isn't live streaming just about begging for money? Isn't this teaching my son to expect something for nothing?"

"This father is so irresponsible!"

Zhou Zhenyang pushed up his glasses and smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "But I have to admit, this Mr. Chen is indeed a very resourceful person."