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

It felt like half the air had been sucked out of the living room.

A thin beam of light from the streetlamp outside shone through the slightly open curtains, casting a pale crack on the floor.

Xu Danian sat at the dining table. He didn't look up; his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a suppressed calm before a volcanic eruption.

"Where have you been again? Didn't you say you were at school for extra lessons? Do you really have extra lessons until 11 PM? Is there a single word of truth in your mouth?"

That last sentence was like a dull knife, not sharp enough to draw blood, but enough to cut someone.

Xu Ziang stood at the door, his mouth slightly open, intending to explain.

I want to say that I am indeed making money, and that I earned that money through my own abilities.

But upon hearing the question, "Do you even have a single truth left in your mouth?", his open mouth slowly closed.

All the defenses, reasons, and explanations prepared in my throat vanished in that instant.

He lowered his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I have nothing to say."

Xu Danian gave a cold laugh, a laugh devoid of joy, only filled with utter disappointment after being repeatedly deceived.

"Don't know how to cover up the lie?"

He slammed the cup down on the table, stood up, and raised his voice, "Tell me honestly, what have you been up to lately, always dozing off in class? Don't you have a place to sleep at home?"

Xu Ziang remained silent for a long time, so long that the second hand of the wall clock completed a full half circle.

He kept his head down and spoke softly, but each word was clear: "I'm going to make money."

"make money?"

Xu Danian's voice suddenly rose, "What money can you possibly make? You think I don't know? You haven't even gone to work!"

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and every word he spoke seemed to carry a spiel.

Xu Ziang stood there, his hands hanging at his sides slowly clenching, his nails digging into his palms.

He looked up at his father's face, distorted in the dim light, and thought of those days when he played games in internet cafes until dawn, and the brief sense of satisfaction he felt every time he confirmed that the money had arrived in his account.

He suddenly felt very tired, so tired that even anger became powerless.

"I can make money. Don't worry about how I do it. You're supporting me anyway, isn't the whole point of this that I'll take care of you in your old age? Now that I can make money, you're seeing the benefits ahead of time, shouldn't you be happy?"

"Anyway, this family is the same whether I'm here or not; I'm just a tool anyway."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The momentary silence was not due to calm, but rather because the air pressure had dropped to an extremely low level before the storm.

Xu Danian suddenly grabbed the glass on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.

Glass shards flew everywhere, refracting a sharp, cold light in the dim light, and a loud crash, like a thunderclap, rang out in the living room.

He roared, "You have a lot of complaints about this family, don't you?! If you're so capable, why don't you earn your own living and find your own food? I provide for your food, clothing, and education, and I'm fucking wrong?"

His eyes, filled with rage, stared at Xu Ziang, waiting for his son to back down.

This was a familiar pattern for him: he would get angry, his son would bow his head and admit his mistake, and then everything would return to normal.

But Xu Ziang did not bow his head.

He stood there, meeting his father's gaze, his voice hoarse and eerily calm.

Did I say I needed you to provide for me?

The room fell silent again.

Xu Danian's mouth was agape, his breathing heavy, like an enraged old beast that had heard an unexpected answer.

After a few seconds of silence, Xu Danian squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, his voice lower but even more piercing than before: "Then get out. If you're so capable, go find your own food."

Xu Ziang lowered his gaze and paused for a moment. Then he turned around, grasped the doorknob, and said in a calm, almost indifferent tone, "Fine. I'll go find something to eat myself."

He opened the door and stepped out. Then, with a bang, the door slammed shut.

Xu Danian stood in the center of the living room, surrounded by shards of glass. Bright lights shone down from above, making the broken glass on the floor look like a pile of shattered eyes.

He stared at the closed door, breathing heavily, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, and he did not chase after them.

After a while, he found his voice and shouted at the closed door.

"Fine, I'll leave! I want to see how you survive out there!"

The sound bounced back and forth a few times in the empty living room before disappearing into silence.

The storm on the internet swept across the internet almost simultaneously.

Some viewers in the live stream rushed into the "Effective Parenting" live stream when the argument was at its most intense and witnessed the whole scene.

Then it exploded simultaneously on various social media platforms like a bomb.

Zhao Shuilin watched the replay in the studio, remained silent for a moment, then put down her tablet and spoke in a confident tone.

"This child is so inconsiderate. His parents work hard outside, but instead of being considerate of them, he lies, talks back, and runs away from home. This isn't rebellion; it's selfishness. His parents support his education, yet he doesn't even have the most basic gratitude."

The debate in the bullet comments erupted almost simultaneously.

No, I don't deny that he was wrong to lie. But have you seriously considered why he lied? If his parents were willing to listen to him properly, would he need to lie?

A child who is old enough to understand things is afraid to tell his parents the truth after getting into trouble. We can certainly say he's immature, or that he has character flaws. But shouldn't we also consider what kind of environment makes a child only dare to lie after making a mistake?

[Upstairs, you're washing again, washing again. Lying and you think you're right? His parents work so hard to support his education; seeing a child like this is infuriating.]

Yes, a lie is a lie, what excuse can there be?

[Just a bystander, but I support the father. If I saw a kid like that after a long day at work, I'd just die on the spot.]

Why doesn't Chen Ziran lie? It's so hard to guess!

This statement is like a needle, precisely piercing the very core of the argument.

The comments section was quiet for a moment, then started scrolling with even greater force.

The director sat in the control room, watching the trending topics climb higher and higher, and rubbed his temples in frustration.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, seemed to want to say something, but then put it down again.

He picked it up again, then put it down again.

He wanted to steal Zhao Shuilang, but he knew he couldn't.

According to the signed contract, the educational institution where Zhao Shuilang works is one of the investors in the program and holds shares.

She allowed filming to continue, and from a contractual standpoint, there were no issues.

If he goes to say something, people can always come back at him.

He sighed, "Let's find someone first. We can't let the child wander around outside in the middle of the night."

He turned to the staff in the studio: "Can one of you go and talk to Xu Danian? Tell him to stop arguing with the child."

Zhou Zhenyang sat in the chair, gave an awkward smile, and didn't say anything.

Zhao Shuilang didn't even smile; instead, she frowned and said, "I'm an education expert, not a psychologist."

Then he ignored her.

The director glanced around and noticed that everyone was avoiding his gaze. He rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"Okay, I'll go."

He stood at the door of Xu Danian's house and knocked.

Xu Danian opened the door and saw the director; his expression was indifferent.

The director tried to soften his tone as much as possible: "Mr. Xu, the child is still young. He went out in a huff, and it's so late..."

"Heh." Xu Danian interrupted him, his voice carrying a cold, mocking tone. "Let him leave. He's all grown up now, he can find his own way to make a living. What's it to me? Isn't he supposed to be that capable?"

He paused for a moment, his voice lowering slightly, "Did you think running away from home could threaten me?"

Anyway, I won't die.

Even if he dies, I'll pretend I never raised this son.