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

He was given a severe beating.

Chen Ziran covered his buttocks and ran around in circles in the living room.

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves echoed throughout the live stream room.

As he dodged, he complained, "Dad! Didn't you say classmates should help each other? Then why did you beat me up?!"

Chen Chu stood there holding the belt, slightly out of breath, but his tone remained as steady as a mountain: "I asked you to help each other with your classmates so that you could help each other with your studies and care for each other in life, not so that you could be their personal shopper or their tobacco distributor."

"But……"

"But what 'but'? If your classmate asks you to find him a wife, are you going to give him your wife too?"

Chen Ziran was so speechless that he opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

He stood behind the sofa, rubbing his bottom, looking at Chen Chu with a wronged expression, his voice tinged with a hint of resentment.

"But he insisted on giving it to me... I felt bad refusing..."

"He insists on giving it to you?"

Chen Chu tossed the belt onto the sofa, put his hands on his hips, and looked at him. "Does he need you to do his homework for him? Does he need you to take his exams for him? Does he need you to take the blame for him?"

Chen Ziran opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Seeing his expression, Chen Chu softened his tone slightly, but remained very serious.

"If he asks you to do something you don't want to do, and you refuse, then he gets angry with you. That kind of person isn't a friend. Do you understand?"

Chen Ziran remained silent for a long while, head down, his voice muffled.

"But... what if I refuse and our relationship gets worse?"

"If it gets worse, it gets worse."

Chen Chu spoke calmly, as if he were stating something obvious: "If someone's relationship with you deteriorates because you're unwilling to do something that puts you in a difficult position, then they were never your friend to begin with."

He paused for a moment: "Didn't you still get by before you had this friend?"

Chen Ziran stood there, head down, as if deep in thought, but still hadn't fully grasped the situation: "But...we finally managed to build a good relationship..."

Chen Chu didn't continue lecturing, but instead asked a different question: "Then let me ask you, why do you want to make friends?"

Chen Ziran was stunned.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

It seems he really hasn't seriously thought about this question.

Why make friends?

To avoid being lonely?

It doesn't seem to be either.

He usually enjoys playing games alone at home.

To improve myself?

That's utter nonsense.

Doesn't he know his own situation?

Moreover, if you have so many ulterior motives when making friends, can you still call them friends?

He thought for a long time before finally speaking somewhat uncertainly: "Maybe... it's innate? Just like how people eat when they're hungry, you naturally make friends when you go to a new place..."

Chen Chu nodded: "That's right. So there's nothing wrong with making friends; it's human nature. But there should be a bottom line when making friends. You can't give your friends whatever they want, and you can't lose your principles just to make friends."

He looked Chen Ziran into the eyes. "You smoke, not only to show off, but also partly to fit in, right?"

Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment.

He had never thought about this from this perspective.

He carefully reflected on his behavior over the past two days.

The first time he smoked was because Brother B offered him one, and he felt too embarrassed to refuse.

The second and third times... it seems that it was because "everyone else was smoking," so he felt embarrassed not to smoke either.

He didn't really like smoking, nor was he addicted; he just did it because everyone else was doing it.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It seems... a little."

"Do you think you did the right thing?"

"No. I shouldn't smoke."

"No," Chen Chu shook his head, "the problem isn't that you smoked. The problem is that you did something you didn't want to do, just to fit in and not let others think you were a spoilsport."

He paused, looking into Chen Ziran's eyes: "You are you. You don't need to do anything to please anyone. Friends are people on the same wavelength. If you're not on the same wavelength, then you're not friends. What you need to do is stick to your principles, not change yourself to cater to others."

Chen Ziran stood there, stunned for a long time.

He nodded as if he understood, but not quite; it seemed he grasped it at first, yet he hadn't fully figured it out yet.

But this sentence, like a seed, fell into his mind and will slowly take root and sprout.

At that moment, the comments section shifted to the other side.

I thought Chen Chu was going to flatter his son again, but it turns out he was genuinely teaching him this time.

I've said it before: Chen Chu isn't a person without principles. He's usually all smiles and jokes, but he's absolutely ruthless when it comes to things like this.

I need to remember the phrase, "You don't need to do things you don't want to do just to fit in."

If only I had understood this sooner, I wouldn't have been caught up in so much internal strife for so many years...

Chen Chu is a decent father. Ziran, you can repay your father properly in your next life when you're a dad!

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan unusually put down her thermos and spoke in a serious tone.

"Although I had many prejudices against Mr. Chen before... I admit that he did well this time. He didn't spoil the child without any limits. I will vote for him today."

Zhou Zhenyang didn't reply, but just stared silently at the screen.

Regardless.

Chen Chu did a good job; he didn't spoil his child without limits or help him in everything.

Parents are the guardians of their children.

The term "guardian" inherently implies a supervisory responsibility.

Chen Chu neither dealt with Chen Ziran haphazardly nor indulged him.

Instead, they carefully considered the matter, inquired about the details, and then addressed the issue based on the actual situation. This approach is excellent!

The director also breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought Chen Chu would sway public opinion and was prepared to cut those shots.

Although he also smokes...

But smoking is a bad influence and shouldn't be shown on television, and he doesn't recommend that minors do it either.

Who knew Chen Chu had covered his tracks?

Just when everyone thought the matter was over.

Chen Chu suddenly changed his expression. He smiled and patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder. The seriousness in his tone disappeared instantly, replaced by familiar praise.

"But Ziran, you did very well today."

Chen Ziran was rubbing his buttocks when he heard this, he stopped moving, looked up at him, and looked blank.

"Ah! Me?"

"Yes, it's you!"

Chen Chu's expression was very sincere. "Not only did you not lie, but you also bravely admitted your mistake and spoke out your doubts. This makes your father very gratified. Many children's first reaction when they make a mistake is to cover it up, shirk responsibility, or lie. But you didn't. Not only did you not shirk responsibility, but you also seriously discussed with your father what friends are."

He patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, his tone filled with genuine appreciation, without a trace of pretense.

"You know, many children grow increasingly distant from their parents because they lack communication skills; they can't understand each other's hearts. But you, my son, your communication skills are simply unbeatable! You are my pride!"

Chen Ziran stood there, blinking his eyes.

He was just rubbing his buttocks, and that sentence was still on his mind.

You are my pride.

My dad said I am his pride.

He stood there with his head down, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up at an uncontrollable speed.

Then he looked up, his eyes shining with a renewed light.

"Dad, you're right! I didn't lie, I was brave enough to admit my mistake, and I even discussed with you what true friends are. I'm really lucky!"

Chen Chu nodded: "That's right, you're very lucky."

Then Chen Ziran changed the subject, starting to think: "But Dad, there's an old saying, 'If a son isn't taught, it's the father's fault.' How about I beat you next time?"

Chen Chu's expression, which had just calmed down, froze again.

He glanced down at the Seven Wolves on the sofa.

Chen Ziran raised an eyebrow. "What, Dad? Am I wrong?"