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

Since Chen Chu became famous after his battle in the dean's office, Chen Ziran's status in the school has skyrocketed.

He was practically invisible when he was in the regular class, and even after he was transferred to the top class, not many people knew him.

But it's different now.

As he walked down the corridor, someone greeted him.

When he went to the restroom during break, the students from the next class nodded at him.

Even when he went to the cafeteria for lunch, the cafeteria lady would give him an extra spoonful of meat.

Even more surprisingly, he started receiving love letters.

At first, I just put them in my desk drawer, but later I received more and more love letters.

Sometimes it's a note, sometimes it's a neatly folded letter, and sometimes it's a sticky note written on a milk tea.

The nickname "King of the Third Class" is a name that no one knows who first used, but it just spread like that.

When get out of class ended, students from other classes would often sneak out of the window to look inside, pointing in his direction and laughing.

Every time he walked out, the group of girls would run away laughing, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter and a faint scent of shampoo.

Chen Ziran stood in the corridor, watching the group of figures run away, sighed, and shook his head: "Could it be that the capital is lonely?"

"Ziran!"

He had just stepped into the restroom and hadn't even had time to loosen his belt when a tall figure followed him in, stood beside him, and blocked him in front of the urinal.

Chen Ziran turned his head to look.

Brother B was looking at him with a hesitant expression.

Chen Ziran was startled and took a step back: "Holy crap! Don't scare me! I like girls! Don't do anything rash! This is a school, there are lots of people here!"

Yang Xunran's expression changed from serious to speechless: "...What are you thinking?"

Chen Ziran rubbed his chest: "Then what are you doing? You came over when I went to the toilet, who wouldn't be scared?"

Yang Xunran scratched his head, hesitated for a while, and then lowered his voice to speak: "Um... Ziran, we're brothers, right? You won't tell anyone what I'm about to say, will you?"

"Tell me what it is first."

"Well..." Yang Xunran looked around to make sure no one else was in the restroom, then lowered his voice even further, "Aren't you Wang from Shift Three? I'd like to ask you to bring me something."

Chen Ziran breathed a sigh of relief: "Bringing things? You should have said so earlier."

Although he had been warned by the head of the teaching department not to do business at school, it wasn't a big problem if he was just helping to carry some things.

This is something he learned from his father: some rules don't need to be strictly followed. As long as you don't go too far, it's okay to make things a little easier.

He patted Yang Xunran on the shoulder: "What do you want to bring? Milk tea? Fried chicken? Or some trendy snacks?"

"Hibiscus King"

Chen Ziran's smile froze on his face. He was stunned for several seconds before finding his voice: "...You want me to bring you cigarettes?"

Yang Xunran nodded and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Aren't you the King of the Third Rank? This little thing shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

Chen Ziran opened his mouth, intending to refuse.

But when he heard the words "Class 3 King", the "no" that was on the tip of his tongue got stuck in his throat.

He remained silent for a while, his mind racing, before finally nodding: "Okay. This isn't a transaction; it's mutual help between classmates."

"This is a case of classmates helping each other."

Yang Xunran's eyes lit up, and he patted his shoulder forcefully: "You're a true friend! It's no wonder I considered you my father!"

Chen Ziran walked out of the restroom with mixed feelings. He felt that something was not quite right, but he kept telling himself: Anyway, it's helping a classmate, Dad should support it.

Probably...

Saturday afternoon.

Chen Ziran stuffed two packets of Furongwang cigarettes, which were wrapped in several layers of black plastic bags, into the bottom of his backpack, zipped it up, and then put a few books on top of it. Only after confirming that there was nothing unusual from the outside did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Just bring it to Brother B when you go back to school tomorrow night.

He stuffed his backpack into the corner of the closet in his room, stood up, dusted off his hands, and then took out his phone to look at it.

Qian Jiaxin sent a message ten minutes ago: "See you at the bookstore entrance at 3 PM."

He replied with an "ok" emoji, changed his clothes, and went out.

……

Chen Chu sat in front of his computer, working overtime to edit videos.

I do post-production editing for a short video account, earning a few dozen yuan per video, to make some extra money.

Recently, due to the popularity of the parenting show, his online attention has also increased significantly.

But he mainly wanted to find something to do so that he wouldn't starve to death if he lost his job.

He had been cutting hair for more than two hours straight, and his eyes were starting to ache. He stretched, and his bones cracked a few times.

He glanced at the time; it was almost seven o'clock.

Chen Xiayu played by herself for the whole afternoon without disturbing him. She drew pictures, read picture books, and played house with her dolls.

He suddenly felt a little guilty and stood up to walk towards the living room.

Chen Xiayu was squatting next to the coffee table, holding a blue colored pen and carefully drawing something on a piece of white paper, muttering to herself.

Chen Chu walked over, picked her up, and lifted her high in the air: "Is our little girl happy today?"

Chen Xiayu kicked her legs in the air and giggled, "Happy!"

Chen Chu put her down, squatted in front of her, and continued in an exaggerated tone, "Our little girl is amazing! She can play by herself now, and she doesn't bother Daddy at all when he's working! How can there be such a wonderful child!"

He gently patted her head. "Where were you playing just now? Daddy didn't see you anywhere."

Chen Xiaoyu held up a short finger and pointed in the direction of the corridor: "In my brother's room."

"Oh? What are you playing in your brother's room?"

Chen Chu stopped mid-sentence and his gaze fell on what Chen Xiatian was holding.

A pack of cigarettes.

Furongwang (芙蓉王).

Hard box.

The seal has been broken, and two pieces are missing from inside.

Chen Chu looked at the pack of cigarettes, then at his daughter's innocent little face, and his brain briefly went blank for a few seconds.

The barrage of comments suddenly surged, as if someone had pressed a pressure valve, flooding the entire live stream with question marks.

【？？？？？？？】

What is that in Nannan's hand? Am I seeing things? Is that a cigarette?

【Wait, buddy! How did my sweetheart learn to smoke???】

【Little girl, you're only five years old! No! Don't do this! Auntie doesn't want to see you smoking, drinking, getting perms, and calling your dad "Old Deng"!】

[What are you upstairs trying to do! My daughter will never become like that!]

Chen Chu took a deep breath, forced a gentle smile, and asked in a cautious tone, "Nannan... are you under a lot of pressure?"

Chen Xiaoyu shook her head, her eyes sparkling: "With Daddy here! I'm so happy!"

"And this..." He pointed to the cigarette pack in her hand, "where did you get it from?"

"Brother's room!"

Chen Chu closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He reached into the pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and examined it. It was real, not a toy.

He turned the cigarette box over and looked at it again. The barcode, production date, and anti-counterfeiting label were all complete.

He placed the cigarette pack on the coffee table, squatted there silently for several seconds, then stood up and went into Chen Ziran's room.

Twenty minutes later, when Chen Chu walked out of Chen Ziran's room, he had two more things in his hands: two packs of Furongwang cigarettes. One pack had been opened and was missing a little bit, while the other pack was still brand new and sealed in plastic wrap.

He placed the two packs of cigarettes side by side on the coffee table, looked down at them, and remained silent for a long time.

The style of the bullet comments has gradually changed from being irreverent.

【Wait, how did Ziran learn to smoke? Is she under too much pressure lately? Is she getting depressed because she wants to get into a top high school?】

[Sigh, middle school students are learning to smoke, what are we going to do...]

[Ziran, you're so foolish! Your dad treats you so well, how could you learn to smoke!]

[I can already guess what Chen Chu will say: Son, you've learned to smoke? That's great! Come on, Dad will have a couple with you!]

[Shut up, you upstairs! Look at Chen Chu's expression! His face has turned black!]

Chen Xiayu stood beside the coffee table, looking up at Chen Chu.

Although she didn't quite understand what had happened, she could sense that her father seemed unhappy.

She glanced down at the two packs of cigarettes on the coffee table, then at Chen Chu's not-so-handsome face. She reached out her small hand, picked up a pack of cigarettes, clumsily pulled one out, stood on tiptoe, and tried to put the cigarette into Chen Chu's mouth.

"Daddy's happy! Daddy, eat!"

Her face wore the purest smile, a smile that expressed her desire to make her father happy.

Chen Chu looked down at his daughter as she put the cigarette in her mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The live chat exploded.

[Hahahahahahahahahaha or or or or or or or!]

[Little girl, light your dad's cigarette and offer him tea! Call him Dad!]

[Oh no, oh no, oh no! My daughter has already started offering him cigarettes. Is she going to start calling him brother next?]

[Chen Chu: My little cotton-padded jacket is letting in the wind.]

One second you're furious that your son has started smoking, the next second your daughter is lighting your cigarette. Can you handle this kind of "blessing"?

Chen Chu took the cigarette from his daughter's hand and placed it on the coffee table. He squatted down, put his hands on Chen Xiatian's shoulders, and said in a very serious tone, but trying not to frighten her, "Nannan, this is not something to eat."

He picked up the cigarette and waved it in front of her. "This is a cigarette, it's for smoking. But smoking is bad for your health, it will make you cough and sick, so Dad doesn't smoke, and your brother shouldn't smoke either. Do you understand?"

Chen Xiayu blinked, then nodded as if she understood, "Okay! I'll remember!"

Chen Chu nodded, then took out his phone.

I wanted to call Chen Ziran.

But his expression showed a moment of hesitation.

Forget it.

It wouldn't be appropriate to just call this kid over while he's playing with a female classmate.

but……

Chen Chu looked at Furongwang and couldn't hold back anymore. Was he really that much of a failure?