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

The head of academic affairs finally waved his hand, wearily ending the conversation.

"Alright, alright, go back to class."

He glanced at Chen Ziran, wanting to say something more, but then closed his mouth again.

In the end, he only said four words.

"Don't cause trouble."

Chen Chu patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder: "Did you hear me? Don't cause trouble."

He lowered his voice and added, "But it's okay if you mess with them, your dad will back you up."

Then he straightened up, nodded to the head of the teaching department, and turned to leave the office.

Chen Ziran stood there, watching his father's figure disappear at the end of the corridor. Before he could even savor the victory, he was overwhelmed by a surging crowd.

Several boys who had been watching the commotion from the doorway rushed forward and surrounded him in the middle of the corridor.

Then they started rubbing their shoulders and buttocks together.

Someone touched his chest.

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

Someone gave him a thumbs up.

Someone said in an almost worshipful tone, "Ziran, you're amazing! Your dad is so good to you! He's really backing you up!"

Another boy wearing glasses squeezed in front of him, his face filled with undisguised envy: "My parents would never do that. When I do well on a test, they'll say 'Don't be arrogant,' and when I do poorly, they'll just start yelling. They would never reason with the teacher like your dad does... I'm so envious that you have a dad like that."

Surrounded by the crowd and surrounded by their voices, Chen Ziran felt her ears burning, but she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

A tall boy squeezed in front of him. He was Yang Xunran, nicknamed "Brother B" in the class. He usually liked to speculate on stocks on the new media bulletin board, but he had good grades and even the head of the teaching department couldn't do anything about him.

He put his arm around Chen Ziran's shoulder and said in a gangster-like tone, "Ziran, you're my dad from now on!"

Chen Ziran was taken aback: "Wait...aren't you older than me? Isn't this inappropriate?"

Yang Xunran waved his hand, patting his chest confidently: "Isn't that simple? From now on, you call me 'brother,' and I'll call you 'father.' We'll each address each other!"

A burst of laughter erupted around them.

Chen Ziran was amused by him and shook his head with a smile.

When they returned to the top class classroom, the scene was even more exaggerated.

Chen Ziran was ushered into the classroom by a group of people. Some people cleared a path in front of him, others pushed his back from behind, and people on both sides shouted, "Make way, make way, the great hero is here!"

The math teacher, who was preparing his lesson materials on the podium, looked up and was stunned by the scene. He had been teaching this class for almost three years and had never seen a student being escorted into the classroom by the whole class on their first day of school.

Chen Ziran was pushed back to his seat, his buttocks barely touching the chair.

Qian Jiaxin leaned over and said with a smile.

"The King of Class Three is back."

Class Three King!

Chen Ziran shuddered!

……

Meanwhile, Speedy Internet Cafe.

The screen of Unit 3 was lit up, but the game had already dropped out of the final circle.

Xu Ziang leaned back in his gaming chair, headphones hanging around his neck, the character on the screen had turned gray.

But he didn't click to return to the lobby; he just leaned back in his chair and stared at the character lying on the ground on the gray screen.

The phone next to him, perched on a stand, was playing footage from a live stream about parenting skills.

In the scene, Chen Chu is patting Chen Ziran on the shoulder and saying, "Don't cause trouble, but it's okay if you do, your dad will cover for you."

The comments scrolled rapidly across the top of the screen, and he read them one by one.

"I'm so envious of having a dad like that."

"I want a dozen dads like that!"

"Chen Chu is truly top-notch."

He left the live stream, locked the screen, and placed his phone face down on the table.

There was a long silence.

He glanced down at his rank: Diamond I. A few more wins and he'd be Master.

He reached this rank in less than a week in the game Apex Legends.

People often gathered around him in the internet cafe to watch him play, and the receptionist, Zhou Yuqing, a student who had been recommended for university admission, even added him on WeChat.

This was the first time in his life that he felt he could do something better than others.

This sense of accomplishment in the virtual world became his refuge from reality.

He glanced at his phone lying face down on the table and suddenly had a thought: If my dad saw my skill level, would he praise me?

The thought only lasted for a moment before it vanished.

He could even imagine what his father would say.

"What's the use of being good at video games? Can it put food on the table? Can it pay for a university education?"

He picked up his phone again, unlocked it, and opened the WeChat chat window with his father.

There was nothing to say.

Only bank transfers are accepted.

He put on his headphones and reopened the matchmaking queue.

……

Wang Wenwu's home.

Downtown, large single-level apartment.

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat awkward.

Zhou Lin sat at the dining table, the dishes in front of her already mostly cold.

The nanny carried the last bowl of soup out of the kitchen, gently placed it on the table, and stepped aside.

Zhou Lin glanced at Wang Zihao's closed door, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Zihao, it's time to come out for dinner."

There was no response from inside the room. She called out again, but still no response.

She put down her chopsticks and said to the nanny, "Go and call Hao."

The nanny nodded, walked to the door of Wang Zihao's room, and gently knocked: "Young Master, Madam is calling you for dinner."

An impatient voice came from inside.

"Okay, okay, you guys eat first!"

The nanny glanced back at Zhou Lin, who nodded slightly: "Eat first."

The family started eating.

But they weren't family. Wang Wenwu wasn't home today; his plane had just landed from a business trip. At the dinner table were only Zhou Lin, her five-year-old daughter, and her son in high school.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Zihao still hadn't come out.

Zhou Lin put down her chopsticks, paused for a moment, then stood up, walked to the door of Wang Zihao's room, and pushed it open.

Wang Zihao was sitting in front of his computer wearing headphones. On the screen was an intense shooting game, with gunshots and explosions leaking from the headphones.

He saw someone come in, turned his chair around, and saw that it was Zhou Lin. His expression instantly changed from impatience to undisguised disgust, and his brows furrowed.

"Who let you in? Get out of here right now! This is my room!"

"Zihao, I just wanted to invite you to dinner..."

"I know! What business is it of yours whether I eat or not? Don't I know my own body? Get out! Get out now! Get out! Don't you understand?!"

Zhou Lin stood there, looked at him for a few seconds, and finally just sighed, her tone gentle but tinged with helplessness.

"Remember to eat, Zihao."

Wang Zihao ignored her completely, turned back and put his headphones back on, and the clicking of the mouse became frequent again.

Zhou Lin gently closed the door, stood outside for a moment, and then walked back to the dining table.

She didn't get angry, nor did she say anything more. She simply said calmly to the nanny, "Remember to leave a meal for the young master."

The nanny nodded.

A muffled thud came from upstairs.

boom!

It looked like something had been slammed hard against the door.

The online comments section erupted into a heated debate.

[Isn't this spoiling him way too much? He's acting like this, and you're still leaving him food? If it were my child, I'd flip the table!]

Spoiling a child too much is not a good thing; this child is clearly being pampered.

[So what if someone loves their son? Are you just jealous? You don't have parents like that, so you can't stand seeing others have them?]

Exactly, they're rich. Instead of worrying about them, you should worry more about yourself.

Even if you're rich, you can't spoil them like this! This isn't just pampering, it's indulgence!

[This is considered spoiling? Then isn't Chen Chu spoiling his child too? You praise Chen Chu for pampering his child to the point of ruin, but Zhou Lin is considered spoiling her child for indulging him? This is such a double standard.]

[Upstairs, can these two things be compared? Chen Chu was guiding, she was letting it run rampant! She didn't dare to interfere at all!]

[Heh, double standards are double standards, no matter how much you say, it's still double standards!]

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan put down her tablet, adjusted her glasses, and said with her usual disapproval, "This is going too far. A child like this has no future; he completely disrespects his parents and lacks even the most basic manners."

Zhou Zhenyang leaned back in his chair: "I think it's alright. After all, they're still just kids. We shouldn't have such high expectations for them."

Zhao Shuilan turned to look at him, raising her voice.

"Still a child? How old is he to still be considered a child? He plays games and doesn't eat, and he even yells at his mother. In my opinion, this kind of child should be sent directly to an internet addiction treatment center."

Upon hearing the words "internet addiction treatment," Zhou Zhenyang narrowed his eyes and said in a slightly sharp tone, "I don't think so. The child is just immature now, but he will understand in the future. As for Teacher Zhao, aren't your expectations for the child too high? You did the same to Li Lele before, which is why she jumped off a building."

The studio fell silent.

Zhao Shuilan opened her mouth, unable to utter a word for several seconds.

She stared at the screen showing the scene in Zhou Lin's living room, remaining silent for a long time.

For the next few hours, he didn't say a single comment.

……

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