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

The morning's live stream has ended.

Chen Chu stretched, stood up from the chair, and cracked his neck a few times.

Chen Ziran, standing next to him, didn't move. He stared at the data panel of the live stream on the screen, looking at it over and over again, afraid that he might have miscounted.

The total number of views exceeded 60,000, and the revenue from virtual gifts was equivalent to 32,000 RMB.

He turned to look at Chen Chu, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Dad! We really can make money! Thirty thousand yuan! In just one morning!"

Chen Chu leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, as if he had expected this all along.

He reached out and patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, his tone filled with exaggerated praise: "You've done a great job! You're so young and you've already learned how to make money through live streaming. You have a bright future ahead of you! I bet you were a gaming genius in your past life, a reincarnation of the God of Wealth!"

Chen Ziran was so flattered by his words that he felt like he was floating on air.

He scratched the back of his head, grinning from ear to ear: "Dad, should we continue streaming today? My jungle is itching to get back to farming!"

"No rush." ​​Chen Chu shook his head, picked up the iced tea on the table and took a sip. "You can't stream every day. You have to keep people interested in watching your stream, but you can't let them have their fill all at once. If you reveal all the material at once, people won't come back tomorrow. You have to keep them in suspense, making them think that tomorrow might be even more interesting, so that they'll come back every day."

Chen Ziran paused for a moment, pondered the meaning of the sentence carefully, and then suddenly realized: "I get it! It means you can't feed them all at once; you have to keep them craving it!"

"He's truly my son! So smart, he understands everything so quickly!" Chen Chu gave him a thumbs up. "He's practically a genius!"

Chen Ziran stood tall and proud, his whole body swelling up as if he'd been inflated: "Absolutely! Even though my grades aren't great, I'm not stupid!"

The live chat immediately erupted in chaos.

[Haha, I can't hold back anymore! This kid is such a braggart! "Not stupid"? He wouldn't make a penny without the viewership from his livestream! Does he really think he's something special?]

[Exactly, he's just a pig riding the wave of popularity. If it weren't for the parenting show bringing him viewership, who would even know who he is?]

[Yes, that's absolutely hilarious. "Not stupid"? Then why are your grades so bad? Why don't you get first place in the grade to prove it?]

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan put down her tablet, her tone carrying her usual judgment: "This kid is indeed a bit clever. But it's just cleverness after all. His grades aren't good, and he can make money through live streaming now, but what about the future? Even if he only cares about the money, it's not a good thing for him."

Chen Ziran was grinning, but when he looked down at the comments on his phone screen, his smile slowly froze.

He didn't turn off his phone, scrolling through the comments one by one. "A pig on the wind, just lucky. A little bit clever. If you're not stupid, why are your grades bad?"

His finger stopped on the screen.

then.

He put down his phone.

He didn't smash his phone or argue with the viewers in the live chat. He simply put down his phone, stood up, glanced at Chen Chu, and said in a calm tone, but every word carried a heavy weight: "Dad, I'm going to study."

There were no boasts, no oaths, and no "you just wait and see" statements.

After saying that, he turned and went into the room, closing the door behind him.

There was a few seconds of silence in the living room. Then Chen Chu shouted at the closed door, "Go! Dad believes in you! You can do it! You're a genius!"

The style of the comments section has started to change.

[Chen Chu succeeded in making Xiao Ziran love learning with just three sentences.]

Although it's not a very formal educational method, this kid really responds to it!

Did you see that expression on his face when he put down his phone? He wasn't sulking; he genuinely wanted to study.

[This is going too far! Why are you guys encouraging Ziran to study again? I want to watch his live stream!]

Xu Danian and Xu Ziang sat in a shady corner at the edge of the construction site.

At lunchtime, the workers dispersed in twos and threes; some squatted at the entrance of the prefab houses to eat, while others hid in the temporary sunshade.

Xu Danian took out two lunch boxes from the insulated bag, handed one to Xu Ziang, and opened the other himself.

The lunchbox contained food I brought from home that morning. After being exposed to the sun all morning, even though it was in an insulated bag, it was no longer very hot when I opened it.

The dish was leftover braised eggplant from last night; the oil had solidified into clumps.

Xu Ziang shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice, chewed a few times, and swallowed with great difficulty.

too hot.

The temperature was close to forty degrees Celsius, and the air felt like solidified flames, with each breath carrying a scorching heat.

He sat there, sweat trickling down his cheeks and dripping into his lunchbox.

He glanced at the convenience store in the distance, where ice cream and drinks of various colors were neatly arranged in the freezer. Even from this distance, he could almost imagine the cold air that would rush out when the freezer was opened.

He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, his voice soft and tentative: "Dad...give me three yuan, I want to buy a drink..."

Xu Danian put down his chopsticks, looked at him, a mocking, cold smile on his lips: "Didn't you already know how to make money? You carried bricks all morning, and the foreman said he'd pay you eighty yuan a day. You have money in your own pocket, so why do you still need to ask me for money to buy things?"

"I haven't received it yet..."

"Then we'll buy it after we get it." Xu Danian picked up his chopsticks again. "You're earning your own money, why can't you buy it yourself? You're so capable, why are you asking me for money?"

Xu Ziang opened his mouth, but found that he could not say anything in rebuttal.

He lowered his head and took another bite of rice.

He chewed the rice grains in his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't swallow them.

It's so hot and dry; my throat feels like it's blocked with sand.

He took a couple more bites, then put down his chopsticks. "I'm full."

Xu Danian glanced at his barely touched lunchbox and said nothing.

"It's your own choice not to eat it, it's not that I forbade you to eat it."

"Let's make this clear, it's not that I'm treating you badly."