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

As night falls, the lights in the neighborhood come on one by one, like someone placing pieces on a chessboard.

The warm yellow light in the living room shone on an exercise book lying open on the coffee table.

Chen Ziran was leaning over the coffee table, holding a red pen, grading the ten addition and subtraction problems that Chen Xiayu had just finished.

"Nannan, come here." He put down his pen and beckoned to Chen Xiayu, who was sitting on the sofa.

Chen Xiayu slid off the sofa, ran over with a clattering sound, stood by the coffee table, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at him like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to announce the test results.

Chen Ziran turned the workbook to face her.

All ten questions were marked with red checkmarks.

"All correct."

He looked up, his expression calm, but his tone carried an undisguised sense of satisfaction. "Nannan, you've made great progress these past few days. One hundred points."

Chen Xiayu's eyes lit up. She didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth turned up, and she stretched out her hands from behind her back, bracing them on the edge of the coffee table. She lightly tiptoed a couple of times, a sign of her happiness.

Seeing her like that, Chen Ziran couldn't help but reach out and rub her head.

"From now on, your brother will teach you for half an hour every night. If you don't understand something, just ask your brother. Your brother is much more reliable than our dad."

He said the last sentence in a low voice, glancing towards the kitchen.

Chen Xiayu giggled.

Chen Chu's voice came from the kitchen: "I heard you."

Chen Ziran remained unfazed: "So what if you heard it? I'm just stating the facts. When you were teaching her, you always went off-topic, and you'd end up talking about 'how Dad was when he was little,' taking an hour to explain a ten-minute question."

Chen Chu came out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of milk, placing one in front of Chen Xiayu and the other in front of Chen Ziran.

"That's because I want to cultivate my daughter's interest in learning. What do you know?"

He sat down on the sofa, picked up Chen Xiayu's workbook, and flipped through it.

He got all ten questions right, and although his handwriting was crooked, it was much neater than the previous two days.

He closed the workbook, leaned back on the sofa, and a satisfied smile played on his lips.

Chen Ziran took a sip of milk and suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Dad, the director just wanted to talk to you."

"What?"

"It probably means tomorrow is the last day, and the money-making activity ends. The rankings will be released tomorrow night, and the last place will be punished."

Chen Ziran put down his cup, his expression carrying a youthful confidence. "But don't worry, Dad, we definitely won't be last."

He paused, then counted on his fingers, "I've made almost six hundred these past few days doing business. The money I earned editing videos with you is also included. It's impossible for us to be last in total, right?"

Chen Chu leaned back on the sofa, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"It's possible to be last, but it's also unlikely to be last."

Chen Ziran was taken aback by that question and rolled her eyes: "Can't you speak like a normal person?"

Chen Chu and the other person stretched lazily.

He wasn't talking nonsense.

According to his intelligence, the other two are also quite capable of making money.

……

On the other side of the city, in the living room of a residential building, the lights are warm and yellow.

The living room was so quiet that the only sounds were the television and the clinking of dishes.

Xu Danian sat at the dining table, his brow furrowed slightly, and finally spoke.

"Zi'ang, tell me honestly, have you made any money?"

Xu Ziang stood beside the dining table, his hands hanging at his sides.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I made a profit. Dad, here you go."

He took the money out of his pocket.

Xu Danian frowned even more as he looked at the pile of money.

To be fair, this amount of money is not much for him, but considering that his son is just an ordinary child, it is already very difficult for him to earn this much.

He reached out and gathered the pile of loose change, his wrinkles smoothing out a bit.

"Being hardworking and resilient is truly admirable. Good boy, you're doing a great job."

Xu Ziang stood there, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but the smile only lasted for a second.

Xu Danian's next sentence came.

"That's not right." Xu Danian counted the money, somewhat puzzled. "How could handing out flyers earn so much money?"

Xu Ziang's heart clenched suddenly. His eyes flickered for a moment, then he lowered his head, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I also helped the boss move goods all afternoon... The boss gave me an extra twenty yuan."

Xu Danian looked at him and remained silent for a long while. The only sound in the living room was the ticking of the wall clock.

"oh."

Xu Danian put the money in his pocket. "Let's eat."

Xu Ziang lowered his head and sat down at the dining table.

His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it, but he dared not let it show on his face.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a mouthful of rice, and put it in his mouth.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

All participating families were gathered in the nearest square.

The director stood on a makeshift stage, holding an envelope in his hand, his expression as serious as if he were about to read out a major verdict.

Chen Ziran stood below the stage, his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

He had already calculated that he had earned nearly 600 yuan in the past few days, plus the 200 yuan he and his father earned, for a total of nearly 900 yuan.

Even if they aren't number one, they certainly can't be number one.

He even considered whether the punishment for being last in the class would be something interesting.

The director opened the envelope, cleared his throat, and began announcing the rankings.

"First place: Xu Ziang's family, with a total income of 1,320 yuan."

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

Chen Ziran clapped his hands, his expression still relaxed.

"Second place: Wang Zihao's family, with a total income of 1,080 yuan."

Chen Ziran's smile froze for a moment, not because his ranking had been overlooked, but because Wang Wenwu's family actually had more than a thousand.

If Wang Wenwu's family ranks second, then who is third...?

"Third place, Chen Chu's family, total income... 617 yuan."

Chen Ziran stood in the crowd, his expression shifting from shock to confusion to disbelief, before finally settling on an expression of "this is absolutely impossible".

He suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Chu, who was standing next to him.

Chen Chu stood next to him, arms crossed, expression calm, showing no sign of panic at being last in the rankings.

"No," Chen Ziran's voice trembled, "why are we in last place?"

He paused, quickly reviewing the events of the past few days in his mind, then his voice suddenly rose, "Dad! You didn't break the rules, did you? Did you get your pay docked?!"

Chen Chu couldn't hold back any longer, "No, you really look at your dad like that!"

"Also, when is there a rule about deducting money?"