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

At 7:30 p.m., Chen Ziran finished the last test paper, stretched, and his bones cracked a few times.

He glanced at his phone; several classmates were chatting in a WeChat group, and someone asked him how much money he had made from his live stream that day.

He smiled but didn't reply. He exited WeChat and opened Douyin.

Anyway, I don't have anything to do tonight, so I might as well do a live stream and chat with my online friends.

He had just started his live stream, propped his phone up on the table, and was about to greet the viewers when a small figure suddenly walked past the edge of the screen. Chen Xiayu, wearing that light blue nightgown and carrying a rabbit plush toy, walked from the living room to the study doorway, peeked in briefly, and then walked away. She was just passing by, appearing on screen for about two seconds.

But the comments section instantly erupted.

Wait! Was that your younger sister who just passed by?

Holy crap, I think I saw a little angel in a nightgown!

[Sister! Turn the camera around! I want to see my sister!]

Chen Ziran stared at the comments for a moment, then noticed a small detail: from the moment his sister appeared on camera, the donation numbers in the background suddenly jumped.

He looked for a few more seconds to make sure he wasn't mistaken; the frequency of tipping did indeed increase when his sister appeared on screen.

He stroked his chin and said to Chen Chu, "Hey, I've noticed that it seems like the more my sister walks around in front of the camera, the more tips she gets..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Chu reached out from the side and took away his phone stand.

Chen Chu looked at Chen Ziran with a serious expression, his tone carrying a righteous and critical tone: "How could you let your sister walk around in front of the camera like that?"

Then he bent down, picked up Chen Xiayu from the ground, placed her on his lap, readjusted the phone stand, and gave the camera a bright smile, saying, "We have to hold her up to play together."

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

[666, so picking him up doesn't count as walking, right? Chen Chu, you're a true logical genius!]

I've never seen such a shameless person! But what you said makes a lot of sense!

[Support my sister in front of the camera! She's pleasing to the eye!]

[Let my sister sit in the center! Chen Chu, move back a little, you're blocking my view of my sister!]

Chen Xiayu sat on Chen Chu's lap, somewhat confused about what was happening, but when she saw her own face appear on the camera, she found it amusing, waved her little hand at the lens, and grinned. Donations poured in like snowflakes.

The data was even better after the live stream than in the morning.

Chen Chu turned off the live stream, let Chen Xiayu play by herself, and then he opened the backend data, calculated that after deducting the platform's commission and taxes, there was still more than 40,000 yuan left.

He turned to Chen Ziran and said in a formal tone, "Come on, let's settle the wages."

Chen Ziran was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Today's live stream earnings, after deducting all the miscellaneous expenses, will be split 50/50 between you and me." Chen Chu tapped a few times on his phone. "Your share, 22,000, has already been transferred to your WeChat."

Chen Ziran took out his phone, opened WeChat, and saw the transfer amount. He froze, as if someone had pressed pause. He stared at the number for several seconds, then looked up at Chen Chu, saying aloud, "No, Dad, this money..."

"You earned it," Chen Chu said with a smile.

Chen Ziran opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it again: "This money... is all mine to use?"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Chu leaned back in his chair. "You broadcast for two hours tonight. Without your interactive comments and entertaining content, I wouldn't have received so many tips. You deserve it."

Chen Ziran lowered his head, looking at the transfer notification on his phone screen. After a while, he locked his phone, looked up, and said with a hint of excitement, "Long live Dad!"

A small voice came from the side: "Daddy..."

Chen Xiayu came over again at some point, clutching a few crumpled one-yuan bills in her hand. These were the change Chen Chu had left over from buying her candy a few days ago.

She tilted her head back and held up the crumpled banknotes in front of Chen Chu: "This is Nannan's money for Daddy."

Chen Chu was taken aback: "The little girl wants to give the money to her father?"

"Mmm!" Chen Xiaoyu nodded vigorously. "Nannan likes Daddy, give me a hug!"

She opened her arms. Chen Chu bent down, picked her up, and kissed her on the cheek.

Chen Xiayu went to sleep that night.

Chen Chu sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone, his fingertip hovering over a push notification: "Programming program team: Xu Ziang was hospitalized due to heatstroke, but is now out of danger. The program team has suspended filming for this family."

He frowned, his finger pausing on the screen. He thought of Xu Ziang, the boy who always kept his head down and was always scolded before he could even offer an explanation. He thought of him carrying bricks on a construction site in 40-degree heat and still not having enough to eat. He clicked into the live stream of "Educational Methods for Parents".

The live stream is still going on. The clip of Xu Danian at the hospital today has just finished airing, and people are still commenting on it in the chat.

He couldn't help but speak up into the camera: "Honestly, this is too much. How can you treat a child like this? This isn't educating a child; it's treating the child like an enemy."

He leaned back on the sofa, his tone carrying a serious dissatisfaction. "The child didn't eat and fainted from heatstroke. The first thing I heard when he woke up was, 'The medical expenses will be deducted from your salary.' Is that something a father would say?"

You can let him suffer, you can let him experience the hardships of life, but you can't stand by and make sarcastic remarks when he falls down.

The moment Chen Chu said this, the tone of the comments in the live stream "How to Raise a Child" instantly changed.

Someone sneaked into Xu Danian's live stream and started stirring things up.

"Chen Chu from next door says your parenting methods are no good!"

"I can testify, he said you'll ruin the child if you raise him like this!"

"Yes, yes, he specifically criticized you, Brother Xu!"

"Why is everyone stirring up trouble!"

"I want to see rivers of blood!"

Xu Danian was already seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it.

Today, Xu Ziang fainted at the construction site, and he felt ashamed. So many coworkers were watching, and an ambulance even came. It made it seem like he had abused a child.

Now that some people are saying his parenting style is bad, he can't hold back his anger anymore and explodes on camera.

"What right does he have to talk to me like that? Is his parenting style superior? His son couldn't even get into high school, what right does he have to tell me how to be a parent? When his son gets a score of 600, then he can talk to me again!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the netizens who had been stirring up trouble were satisfied. They immediately took a screenshot and rushed back to Chen Chu's live stream to start spamming the chat.

Chen Chu saw the comments, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh—not an angry laugh, but a laugh of amusement: "Wait, how can this be related to scores?"

Chen Ziran peeked out from behind him. He had been standing in the corridor and had seen Xu Danian's replay.

He gripped the doorframe, his knuckles slightly white, his expression earnest: "Dad, let's work hard together and get 600 points to prove them wrong!"

Chen Chu looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then asked, "Are you sure?"

Chen Ziran's momentum immediately weakened.

A score of 600 is enough to rank at least in the top 1,000 in the city, and is close to the admission line for provincial key high schools.

He climbed from the 40s to 587, which seems like a huge improvement, but in reality it was because his foundation was too poor before. With just a little effort, he could see a significant improvement.

Once you reach the 500-point mark, every point you improve requires significantly more effort than before. He opened his mouth, "Dad, I..."

"Lack of confidence?"

"I..." Chen Ziran gripped the doorframe, her voice trailing off, "I'm not sure if I can do it..."

Chen Chu stood up, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Good son, Dad believes in you."

His tone was calm, without any exaggerated praise or deliberate encouragement; it was just four simple words: "Dad believes in you."

He paused, then added in a passionate tone.

"With our efforts, we can break through the 600-point limit!"

Chen Ziran stood there with his head down. After a long while, he raised his head and nodded vigorously: "Mm."

"With our efforts, we can definitely break 600 points!"