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

In the studio, the screen froze on Chen Chu squatting in front of the coffee table, holding the cigarette he had taken from his daughter.

Zhao Shuilan put down her thermos and said with certainty, "I think he might spoil the child this time. Judging from his previous behavior, he will most likely say something like 'Don't smoke next time,' and then let it go."

"This is tantamount to letting children commit slow suicide."

"After all, children lack self-control and need guidance from adults."

"And Chen Chu is a soft-hearted person."

Zhou Zhenyang leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped on his knees, his tone calm but carrying a subtle sharpness: "What do you mean by spoiling? What's wrong with a kid having a smoke because they're under a lot of pressure?"

Zhao Shuilan turned to look at him, her voice rising slightly: "I don't object to smoking; adults have the right to choose. But is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old really under so much pressure that they need to smoke?"

"You're not a child," Zhou Zhenyang said, looking at her calmly, "How could you understand children?"

Zhao Shuilan opened her mouth, but this time she didn't immediately refute. She remained silent for a moment, then looked back at the screen without saying anything more.

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Chen Ziran pushed open the door, humming an off-key tune.

He was in a good mood. He spent two hours browsing in the bookstore with Qian Jiaxin in the afternoon. Although they didn't buy anything in the end, they had a very pleasant chat.

He even felt that Qian Jiaxin might have asked him out for more than just to buy books.

He tossed the keys into the shoe cabinet in the entryway, bent down to change his shoes, and glanced at the living room out of the corner of his eye. His father was sitting on the sofa, holding a remote control, with a variety show playing on the TV in front of him.

It looks no different from usual.

Chen Ziran breathed a sigh of relief. He had been a little worried before he came in, afraid that his father would discover the smoke in the room.

Relieved, he changed into his slippers, walked into the living room, and greeted, "Dad, I'm home."

Chen Chu turned her head and glanced at him: "Yeah. You're back?"

"I'm back." Chen Ziran walked briskly down the corridor, preparing to return to her room.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Ziran stopped in her tracks: "What's wrong?"

Chen Chu leaned back on the sofa and asked casually, "You went out this afternoon?"

"Yeah, I went to the bookstore with my classmates."

"Male or female classmates?"

"Girl...no, just a classmate." Chen Ziran's ears turned slightly red, but he quickly changed the subject, "What's wrong, Dad? You're acting strange today?"

Chen Chu didn't answer his question, but changed the subject: "Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?"

Chen Ziran was taken aback by the sudden question: "Not big? Why do you ask?"

Chen Chu nodded, then pulled out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from under the sofa cushion and placed it on the coffee table.

Chen Ziran's gaze fell on the pack of cigarettes, his smile froze, and then he vanished in a flash.

"Then why do you smoke?"

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Chen Ziran stood there, his mouth opening and closing, then he clenched his fist and looked up as if he had made up his mind: "Dad, you know everything."

"Okay, I understand. Aren't you going to try and make an excuse?"

"Dad, why would I argue?" His voice rose slightly, carrying a righteous air. "I was doing it for friendship! Do you know why I brought cigarettes for my classmate?"

Chen Chu raised an eyebrow slightly.

No, you even brought cigarettes for your classmate?

He originally thought Chen Ziran was just secretly smoking, but he didn't expect that the kid had developed a downstream business.

But he didn't speak, gesturing for Chen Ziran to continue.

Encouraged, Chen Ziran raised his voice even higher: "We're classmates! What's wrong with helping out with this little thing? Besides, Dad, you yourself said that the friendship between classmates is much more genuine than the feelings that develop after growing up!"

He got more and more excited as he spoke, as if he were not being interrogated, but giving a passionate speech.

"What's a cigarette compared to the bond between classmates?"

"We're friends!"

"You'll definitely encourage me, right?"

He paused, then added, "And don't you think smoking in the bathroom is cool? I'm a pioneer in defying the headmaster's authority!"

Chen Chu leaned back on the sofa, looking at his son's face, which was filled with "I am righteous," and remained silent for about five seconds before slowly standing up.

He didn't say anything, turned around and went into the bedroom. Chen Ziran stood there, somewhat confused. What was his father's reaction?

He felt his reasons were sufficient and he couldn't refute them, so he left?

Then he saw Chen Chu come out of the bedroom, holding a belt in his hand.

Seven Wolves.

He had assumed Chen Ziran was under too much pressure or was sleep-deprived, but it turned out to be for this reason.

It was simply to rebel against the authority of the head of the teaching department!

Just for the sake of looking cool!

This reason is simply unconvincing!

Chen Ziran's pupils suddenly contracted: "Old, old, old, old, Dad..."

Chen Chu grabbed Chen Ziran.

"Who taught you that you have to bring cigarettes when you're friends with your classmates?"

"Who taught you that being friends with classmates means you have to smoke?"