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

After Chen Ziran said, "Next time, it'll be my turn to hit you," the comments section was briefly silent before pouring out like a floodgate had been opened.

[Dude, one second he's lecturing, the next he's praising me? His mood swings are faster than my mom's!]

[He didn't break character; Chen Chu is exactly as I expected. Praise him to the skies!]

[Upstairs, you were the loudest one just now, saying Chen Chu was definitely going to get angry this time, and what happened? Doesn't your face hurt?]

Regardless, I think Chen Chu did the right thing, and the praise was justified. The child's willingness to communicate is itself something to be praised.

[Yeah, I was worried that Ziran, being so honest, would still be able to confide in his father after getting a beating. But then Chen Chu turned around and praised him—the way this father and son communicate is truly healthy.]

[You can even praise someone like that? I'm so happy I could cry. I wish I had a dad like that.]

Actually, I think Ziran should run away quickly, otherwise the finale will be coming soon...

……

Yang Xunran, also known as Brother B, was lying on the sofa in his living room, scrolling through his phone.

He was originally scrolling through short videos for fun when the system pushed a notification to him about a live stream about parenting skills.

He was about to scroll away, but when he saw the headline "Chen Chu teaches his son to smoke," he stopped.

He clicked on it.

Then he saw the scene where Chen Chu caught Chen Ziran smoking, and when he saw Chen Ziran running around the living room clutching his butt, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was too pitiful.

Especially since Chen Ziran never betrayed him even in death, he had already figured out how to make it up to Chen Ziran.

But as he watched, his smile slowly froze.

He heard Chen Chu say that.

"You are you, and you don't need to do anything to please anyone."

"Friends are people who are on the same wavelength. If they are not, then it proves that they are not your friends."

"Communication is the key to everything."

He sat up.

He sat on the edge of the sofa, holding his phone, and remained silent for a long while.

He never dared to tell his mother that he smoked.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that I'm afraid.

I was afraid my mother wouldn't understand, afraid of getting a scolding, afraid of saying things like "You're so young and you're not learning anything good."

But now, as he watched the scene of Chen Chu and Chen Ziran talking on the screen, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

How can we understand each other without communication?

Besides, with the internet so developed now, my mom will find out about the live stream sooner or later, and then she'll suspect me...

He stood up, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room.

Qian Yan was lying on the sofa applying a face mask, holding her phone above her face, watching a palace drama.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head slightly, peeking out one eye from the edge of her face mask. She glanced at her son's death-defying expression and was startled: "Xiao Xun, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Yang Xunran stood there, his hands clenched into fists, as if cheering himself on.

He remained silent for several seconds before finally speaking: "Mom, I have something to tell you."

His tone was so solemn, as if he were reciting a declaration.

Qian Yan's first reaction was very direct: "Do you want money?"

"...No, Mom, there are more important things."

Qian Yan's heart stirred slightly.

More important things?

Has this kid finally figured things out and is going to help his mom wash her feet?

Just as she was about to express her gratitude, she heard Yang Xunran speak in a do-or-die tone.

"Mom, I smoked."

The living room was quiet for about two seconds.

The face mask on Qian Yan's face trembled slightly, and she didn't react for a moment.

"I've been smoking for a while now, and I feel I have to tell you because I trust Mom will understand, and I don't want to hide it from you."

He spoke more and more fluently, as if he had rehearsed in his mind for a long time, "Of course, I also hope that my mother can understand me..."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, "The main problem is that my allowance isn't enough. I need to buy snacks and cigarettes, it's just not enough. So I'm hoping Mom can give me a little more allowance..."

Qian Yan slowly sat up. She peeled off the face mask, revealing her face, which was already half-blackened.

She stared at Yang Xunran and repeated his words in a very calm tone: "You smoked, and you want me to increase your allowance?"

Looking at her increasingly dark face, Yang Xunran finally began to realize that things were not going in the direction he had expected.

He asked tentatively, "Mom... are you listening?"

"I'm listening." Qian Yan stood up, tossed the face mask she was holding into the trash can, and said, "I just have one question for you: why did you even think of coming here to tell me this?"

Yang Xunran honestly replied, "Because I saw on a live stream that you should talk to your family about everything and communicate seriously so that you can understand each other."

"Oh, I saw it on the live stream." Qian Yan nodded. "Didn't the live stream tell you that people are different?"

Yang Xunran: "..."

Three minutes later...

"Mom, I don't want my allowance anymore."

"Mom, stop hitting her!"

"Mom, I was wrong!"

Qian Yan chased him around the living room three times, finally catching him at the corner of the sofa. She slapped him on the back of the head, then stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips, panting, and said, "You'll deal with you when your dad gets back!"

Yang Xunran's expression changed, and he cried out in his heart, "Oh no!"

……

The next afternoon, Qian Yan changed into a decent dark coat and pulled Yang Xunran out of bed: "Get dressed and come to school with me."

Yang Xunran looked bewildered: "What are you going to school for? Do you have classes too? It's only a little past four, it's still early."

"Go apologize to the dean of students." Qian Yan had already picked up her bag and was standing at the door changing her shoes. "Your smoking incident has already been broadcast live, and the school will find out sooner or later. Rather than waiting for the school to come looking for you, you should go apologize first and try to get leniency for your honesty."

Yang Xunran stood at the door, watching his mother's back as she bent over to tie her shoelaces.

He bent down to change his shoes and followed her out the door.

Dean Feng arrived earlier than usual today.

He watched the replay of the "Effective Parenting" live stream last night.

He watched the scene where Chen Ziran was smoking with gritted teeth.

You little brat, daring to smoke right under my nose and even bringing cigarettes for your classmate. You completely disregard me, the head of student affairs.

He stood in the corridor with a thermos in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the direction of the playground, ready to catch a few people in the act during evening self-study.

He had just finished taking a sip of goji berry water when the old man at the gatehouse led two people over.

Qian Yan walked in front, while Yang Xunran followed behind with his head down.

Old Feng's brows furrowed immediately.

Why is it a parent again?

He hasn't done anything bad lately.

He put down his thermos, adjusted his expression, and tried to appear as amiable as possible: "And this is...?"

Qian Yan nodded and pushed Yang Xunran forward a step: "Director Feng, I brought him here to admit his mistake. Our family already knows about the smoking. He should be punished if he deserves it, and he should write a self-criticism if he needs to. We, as parents, have no objections."

Old Feng paused for a moment, glanced at Qian Yan, then at Yang Xunran standing beside him with his head down. This kid usually acted all high and mighty, but today he was standing there obediently with his head down, not saying a word. He remained silent for a moment, then picked up his thermos again and took a sip.

"Come in, and tell me slowly."