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

Without a cell phone, you realize how difficult it is to find your way around this city.

Chen Chu stood in front of the bus stop sign, looking at the densely packed route map. His gaze swept from one row of numbers to another, and then back again, before finally giving up.

He turned to look at Chen Ziran.

Chen Ziran was holding the hand-drawn route map, frowning as he compared it with the station names on the station signs, muttering to himself.

"Bus 302...you should take it seven stops to People's Square..."

He looked up and glanced around, then looked down at the blueprints, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Dad."

"Um?"

"It seems we got on the wrong bus."

Chen Chu was taken aback: "You sat in the wrong seat? Wasn't this supposed to be according to your guide?"

Chen Ziran turned the blueprint over for him to see. It said that it was route 302, but the bus they had just taken was route 203. The first three characters of the two routes looked too similar. In addition, the bus stop sign was covered by a small GG, so they only saw the two numbers "02" before getting on the bus.

Chen Chu looked down at the blueprints, remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Alright, what's done is done."

He looked up and around. It was a completely unfamiliar neighborhood. He didn't recognize any of the shop signs on either side of the street, and he could barely tell which way was which.

The comments section was filled with schadenfreude.

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! No matter how good the strategy guide is, it's no match for an unreliable dad!]

[Chen Chu: My plan is foolproof. Chen Ziran: The first step of the plan failed.]

[Director: Cheating is prohibited. Chen Chu: Okay, then I'll just get lost.]

The director followed a few steps behind, holding a cup of hot coffee he had bought from a roadside convenience store, with an undisguised expression of pleasure on his face.

He took a leisurely sip of coffee, his tone light and cheerful.

"Xiao Chen, we won't help you. You'll have to rely on yourselves for everything."

Chen Chu turned to look at him and couldn't help but think to himself, "Why is this guy so vengeful? Seriously."

Without a phone for navigation, without money for a taxi, I couldn't even find my way.

The father and son stood at an unfamiliar crossroads, like two chess pieces blown to the wrong coordinates by the wind.

Chen Chu looked around and his gaze suddenly stopped in one direction.

A young girl wearing a JK uniform and with her hair in a high ponytail was standing on the roadside looking down at her phone; she looked like a student from the neighborhood.

Chen Chu hesitated for less than a second before walking over and stopping about two steps away from the girl.

"Hello, excuse me..."

"I'd like to ask how to get to the Emptiness Temple..."

He Jiayi looked up and sized him up. She first examined his face, paused for a moment, and then spoke in a tone that was both wary and slightly disdainful.

"Seriously, old man? Don't think you can just hit on kids just because you're handsome. You're not my type, okay?"

She shoved her phone into her pocket. "Besides, what era are we living in? Don't we have GPS navigation? Asking for directions to strike up a conversation is so incredibly tacky."

Chen Chu stood there, mouth agape, momentarily at a loss for words.

He looked down at himself.

Handsome?

He touched his face, suddenly unsure whether to be happy or embarrassed.

Just as he was about to explain, Chen Ziran stepped forward.

He stood in front of He Jiayi, looking up at her, his tone open and honest, without any hesitation: "Miss, my dad and I are really lost. We need to get to Kongxu Temple, could you give us directions?"

His eyes were clear, his tone sincere, and he was neither humble nor arrogant, but poised and generous.

He Jiayi looked down at the little boy who had suddenly appeared.

He had a clean-cut appearance, clear eyes, and a natural smile, which contrasted sharply with the middle-aged man behind him who seemed hesitant to speak.

She couldn't help but smile and reached out to pat Chen Ziran's head: "Wow, you're such a good boy. I'm also going to Kongxu Temple, and it's on my way, so you can come with me."

Chen Chu stood to the side, watching this scene with a very interesting expression.

The live chat exploded.

[Hahahaha! A son doesn't have to be inferior to his father!]

[Dad tries to chat: No way. Son tries to chat: Okay. The difference is so real!]

[I can't take it anymore. I wonder how traumatized Chen Chu is right now.]

I bet Chen is jealous of his son right now.

The photographer deliberately held the bullet screen up in front of Chen Chu.

Chen Chu glanced at it and was very displeased.

To make fun of him.

"Who said I'm jealous of my son? My son is amazing! I don't have to worry about him finding a wife! What do you know? Just spouting nonsense? I'm so proud of my son!"

He spoke these words seriously, not in a sarcastic tone; he genuinely thought so.

This guy can have normal conversations with girls without any effort, which is already better than many boys his age.

He'd seen too many guys blush when talking to girls, only to be showered with money by gold diggers who could easily manipulate them with a flick of the wrist.

In contrast, Chen Ziran's poised and generous attitude is what truly puts people at ease.

He was indeed very proud of his son.

He Jiayi led the father and son for about twenty minutes, passing through several alleys and around a vegetable field, before finally stopping in front of a building with gray tiles and red walls.

Chen Chu stood at the door, looking up at the three large, gilded characters on the plaque above the door.

The Temple of Emptiness.

He paused for a moment, then turned to He Jiayi: "Um... excuse me, is this a Taoist temple or a Buddhist temple?"

He Jiayi looked at him like he was an alien: "A temple. Kongxu Temple, didn't you see the words written on it?"

Chen Chu looked up at the plaque again.

The Temple of Emptiness.

It is not a view of emptiness.

The information I found online was indeed inaccurate.

But now is not the time to dwell on this issue.

He stood at the temple gate and glanced inside. There were already quite a few people standing in the courtyard, including tourists, worshippers, and some monks in robes who were busy at work.

A faint scent of incense and vegetarian food wafted in the air.

He smelled the aroma and his stomach growled.

But he soon discovered a serious problem: there was a notice posted at the entrance of the temple with a few lines of text written in calligraphy.

"Due to the serious food waste by some worshippers recently, our temple will implement a new rule for vegetarian meals starting today. Each vegetarian meal will be charged one yuan as an incense fee. Please do not waste food."

Chen Chu stared at the "one yuan" note for several seconds, then touched his pocket.

empty.

He didn't have a single penny, let alone a dollar.

The bus pass was given to them out of the director's mercy; the one yuan coin was truly impossible to conjure up.

Chen Chu originally wanted to go to his master to plead for him, but then he saw Chen Ziran standing to the side, also deep in thought.

They immediately stopped in their tracks.

"One dollar..."

Chen Ziran, standing next to him, also saw the notice.

He remained silent for a moment, then pulled Chen Chu into the temple.

Instead of queuing for food, he walked straight to an old monk sweeping the courtyard. He stopped two steps away, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly: "Master, hello. We are doing a program and don't have any money on us. But we have strength; could we exchange our labor for a meal?"

The old monk stopped sweeping, looked down at the little boy who was less than his shoulder height, and remained silent for a moment. A smile flashed in his eyes, which had been softened by the passage of time.

"Of course. There are a few bamboo groves on the back hill that haven't been dug up yet. If you can help us dig them up, we'll treat you to lunch today."

Chen Ziran clasped his hands together and bowed again: "Thank you, Master!"

Chen Chu stood to the side, watching the entire negotiation between Chen Ziran and the old master, without uttering a single word.

Looking at his son's composed and confident demeanor, he felt a surge of complex emotions that were hard to describe.

Pride accounts for 100%.

The father and son rolled up their sleeves and started working.

In the bamboo forest behind the mountain, many bamboo shoots have sprouted. The soil is loose, so digging them up is not too difficult, but it is definitely not easy either.

Chen Chu dug in front, while Chen Ziran put the dug bamboo shoots into bamboo baskets behind him. The two worked together seamlessly.

More than an hour later, they carried two large baskets full of bamboo shoots back to the temple kitchen.

But Chen Chu stopped in his tracks as he entered the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the director was sitting on a small stool, surrounded by the crew's cameramen, sound engineers, stagehands, and lighting technicians. Everyone was there.

They all looked at Chen Chu with expectant eyes.

The director held an empty bowl in his hand, tapped the rim of the bowl with his chopsticks, making a crisp clinking sound: "Xiao Chen, you've worked hard. Our crew hasn't eaten yet today, we've been waiting for your meal."

Chen Chu stood there, carrying the basket of bamboo shoots, looking at the large group of people in the yard waiting for him to feed them, his face darkening.

Several pilgrims who were queuing for food nearby also noticed this scene.

They looked at the father and son covered in mud, then at the crew members waiting for their meal, and their gazes began to turn strange.

A middle-aged man in a gray shirt couldn't help but mutter, "He only dug up some bamboo shoots, why does he get to eat for so many people?"

An older woman nearby chimed in, "Exactly! So many people are eating, and only two people are doing the work? Isn't this taking advantage of honest people?"

Chen Chu stood there, still carrying a heavy load of bamboo shoots on his shoulder, sweat dripping down his chin.

He glanced at the director's smug expression, then at the disgruntled looks of the worshippers beside him.

Chen Ziran was also starting to lose his composure.

No.

Directors are human, you know. Are you deliberately finding fault instead of doing your job?