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

At lunchtime, at the dining table.

Chen Chu was cooking in the kitchen, the spatula flying as it moved, filling the air with a delicious aroma.

Chen Ziran sat at the dining table, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

He glanced at Chen Chu's back several times.

Hesitant to speak.

Chen Chu came out carrying the last dish, wiping his hands: "What are you looking at? Eat."

Chen Ziran picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"Dad, there's something I want to tell you."

"Go ahead and say it."

"I..." Chen Ziran took a deep breath, "I want to get into a top high school."

Chen Chu paused, his chopsticks still.

He looked up at Chen Ziran, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Son, what did you just say?"

Chen Ziran felt a little intimidated by his gaze, but she still gritted her teeth and repeated, "I said... I want to get into a top high school."

Say it again.

"Dad, I want to get into Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School."

Chen Ziran's face turned red instantly.

He felt embarrassed after saying that.

Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School.

The most famous high school in Jiangcheng.

It ranks among the top in the country.

The students who get in each year are either top scorers in the district's high school entrance exam or top students who have won awards in various competitions.

He's someone who struggles to even get 60 points on a test.

They said they wanted to apply to Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School?

That's just wishful thinking.

Chen Ziran lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Chu's expression. He had mentally prepared himself for his father to say, "Stop dreaming," "Don't you know your own grades?" "Be realistic."

But Chen Chu didn't say anything.

Chen Ziran waited for a while, but heard no sound, so he couldn't help but look up.

Chen Chu was looking at him with a serious expression.

"Son," Chen Chu said, "I believe in you."

Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment.

"Dad... what did you say?"

I said, I believe you.

Chen Chu put down his chopsticks, leaned forward, and looked into Chen Ziran's eyes. "Go for it! Take the exam. Even if you're battered and bruised, even if you're completely exhausted, Dad will support you!"

He reached out and ruffled Chen Ziran's hair.

"Dad will always be your strongest support."

Chen Ziran opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He thought his father would laugh at him, say he was being delusional, or say, "You should pass the test first."

But no.

Dad just said, "I believe you."

There was no sarcasm, no dampening of spirits, and no strings attached.

It's just four simple words.

I believe you.

Chen Ziran felt a little sore.

He held his breath and didn't say anything more like "I must do it".

Those words were too light and carried no weight.

He simply made a decision in his heart.

He wanted to prove his father wrong.

He must get into Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School.

The comments section is already exploding.

【Wait, did I hear that right? He's going to take the entrance exam for Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School?】

Which Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School? The one in Jiangcheng? The one ranked in the top 20 nationwide?

With his grades, he'd struggle to get into even a vocational high school, let alone No. 7 Middle School.

[For someone to score 9 in English to get into No. 7 Middle School is not just inspiring, it's fantastical.]

I think this kid might have gone crazy from playing video games all night.

[Chen's father is ridiculous, actually believing that? Isn't he harming his child?]

[A father and son, one who dares to speak, the other who dares to believe—a perfect match.]

The most likely answer is roasted sweet potatoes, hahaha.

[Not necessarily. What if they put in a final push in the last six months?]

[A sprint? From 9 points to 140? You try that and show me.]

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan gave a cold laugh.

"As expected, like father, like son. When the father tries to gain attention, the son follows suit with his outrageous remarks."

The male expert also shook his head: "Tiancheng No. 7 Middle School? That's a provincial key school. Let alone Chen Ziran's current grades, even Li Lele would have to work incredibly hard to get into No. 7 Middle School. This kid has no idea what we're talking about."

"Of course he didn't know," Zhao Shuilan said, "because his father never told him how cruel reality was. A father who only says 'I believe you' is irresponsible."

She paused, then added, "Even worse. Because he's instilling unrealistic fantasies in the child."

At this moment, a young man who hadn't said much spoke up.

He looked to be in his late twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a very gentle demeanor.

He is the third observer invited by the program team, Dr. Zhou Zhenyang, a physics PhD.

"Actually," he said, "I'm quite envious of this child."

Zhao Shuilan turned to look at him, somewhat surprised: "Envious?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhenyang smiled. "No matter what he does, his father supports him. Even for something as far-fetched as this, he's willing to believe in him. There's no sarcasm or ridicule, just silent support for his son, giving him confidence."

He pushed up his glasses: "Parents like this are rare."

Zhao Shuilan frowned: "So you mean Chen Ziran can get into No. 7 Middle School?"

Zhou Zhenyang quickly waved his hand: "Haha, that's unlikely."

He pointed to himself: "I graduated from No. 7 Middle School, so I know how difficult the exam is. To get in, you need to be in the top 400 in the city. With Chen Ziran's current grades, plus only half a year..."

After thinking for a moment, he gave a serious assessment: "It would be safer to consider developing nuclear fusion."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha, Dr. Zhou is so relatable.]

[Developing nuclear fusion? That's hilarious.]

That finishing blow was too brutal; even the Doctor thought it was impossible.

But he's right, is it really that easy to get into No. 7 Middle School?

[But have you noticed that although Dr. Zhou also thinks it's impossible, he envies Chen Ziran?]

[Yes, what he envied wasn't Chen Ziran's grades, but rather that he had a father like that.]

I also wish someone would tell me, "I believe in you," when I'm indulging in wishful thinking.

My dad only ever says: "You? Hahaha."

[To the person upstairs: My family members are the same.]

Although most people still don't believe that Chen Ziran can get into No. 7 Middle School, there is much less criticism of Chen Chu's attitude.

Instead, there were voices of envy.

"Such a good dad? If it were me, my dad would just say I'm daydreaming."

"To be honest, when I was a kid I said I wanted to get into Tsinghua University, and my dad immediately enrolled me in a cram school."

"It's heartwarming to have someone who believes in you unconditionally, even if it's just lip service."

"I cried. My dad has never said the words 'I believe in you' before."

Screen switch.

Li Lele's home.

The air pressure is low.

The only sounds in the restaurant were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Li Lele sat at the dining table, head down, shoveling rice into her mouth in small bites.

She looked at her mother several times.

Each time, he opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Finally, on the third attempt, she mustered up the courage to speak.

"Mother……"

Li Lele's mother didn't even look up: "What's wrong?"

"I...I have a bit of a headache," Li Lele said softly, "I'd like to ask for leave and not go to school this afternoon..."

Li Lele's mother put down her chopsticks.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then she raised her head, looked at Li Lele, and her eyes were cold.

"What's the point of lying to me like this?"

Li Lele quickly shook her head: "Mom, I didn't..."

"No?"

Li Lele's mother raised her voice, "Isn't it just that you don't want to go to school? You've even learned to fake being sick. Who taught you that?"

"Mom, I really didn't, I really have a headache..."

"You were perfectly fine this morning, and now you have a headache?" Li Lele's mother sneered. "Do you think your mother is stupid?"

Li Lele's eyes welled up with tears as she cried out, "Mom, I didn't lie to you... I really do feel a little pain..."

"Okay," Li Lele's mother stood up, "then I'll take you to see a doctor. What if they can't find out what's wrong?"

Li Lele's face turned pale instantly.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Because she wasn't sure if she was actually mentally ill.

She only felt a little pain, a dull ache that she couldn't quite describe.

It might be because I didn't sleep well last night, or it might be because I overused my eyes.

She wasn't sure.

"Tell me," Li Lele's mother said, her tone accusatory, "What if the tests show no illness?"

Li Lele's lips trembled slightly.

The tears in my eyes finally fell.

After a while, she whispered, "Mommy... I don't hurt anymore."

Li Lele's mother looked at her without saying a word.

"I don't feel pain anymore... I'm going to class."

Li Lele's mother snorted coldly.

She stood up: "I'll take you there myself."