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

At two in the morning, the sign of Speedy Internet Cafe shone a lonely blue light on the empty street.

When the director walked into the internet cafe, the heating was on full blast, and the air was filled with the smell of instant noodles and a faint smell of smoke.

Behind him were two men and women in uniforms wearing hats; both were police officers on duty at a nearby police station.

This is the savior the director brought in.

The group exchanged glances and unanimously decided that the policewoman should go and persuade them.

After all, he's not that much older, and relatively mild-mannered.

The policewoman sat down next to Xu Ziang, speaking gently and without immediately launching into a long lecture.

"Little friend, your name is Xu Zi'ang, right? We're from the nearby police station. It's so late and you're still not home; your family must be worried."

The male police officer leaned against the partition next to the machine station, his voice low and steady: "Your father is actually very worried about you, he just doesn't know how to express it."

Xu Ziang gripped the mouse, staring at the character on the screen. His fingers twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The policewoman continued, "I've been a police officer for over ten years and have seen many situations like yours. Young man, perhaps your father is also waiting for you to come home. You are father and son; don't you really have no feelings for each other at all? It's not that he doesn't love you; he just doesn't know how to express it. Many fathers in China are like that. Think about it, aren't you also waiting for him to apologize first? But he's your father, and his pride won't allow him to admit his mistake first..."

Her tone was unhurried, and every word carried a gentle quality that came from having witnessed too many similar stories. It was not so much a sermon as a piece of advice that had been refined over the years.

Xu Ziang slowly loosened his grip on the mouse, his eyes lowered, his expression unreadable, but he did not refute anything.

The policewoman continued, "Actually, your father is also very tired, and he has a lot to say to you, but, you know how family relationships are in East Asia, right..."

"There are many things we won't say outright..."

"So, your father loves you very much, and you love your father very much, right? Let's not hurt each other."

Silence, long silence.

The male police officer patted Xu Ziang on the shoulder, encouraging him, "You're over ten years old now, a real man. Take responsibility!"

"You've been to school, you're a knowledgeable person, you understand what I mean."

Xu Ziang stared blankly at the screen. The character was already dead. After a long while, he suddenly stood up, took off his headphones and placed them on the table, his voice muffled: "Let's go."

The director and the two police officers exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

If someone is willing to leave, it means they are willing to give you a way out.

That's enough. It's unrealistic to expect the child to admit their mistake on the spot, but as long as they're willing to go back and talk things out, there's still room for redemption.

The director accompanied him out of the internet cafe and signaled the cameraman to follow him for a short clip, preparing to include this "perfectly resolved" moment in the program.

This approach not only promotes Uncle Hat's positive image but also generates positive buzz for the show—it's a win-win situation.

Indeed, a wave of positive comments flooded the screen.

They were all praising the director and Uncle Hat.

"The director is capable."

"If you have any problems, ask Uncle Hat. Waaaaah, I'm crying so hard."

After half an hour.

Xu Ziang stood at his own door, holding the cold doorknob. He hesitated for a while before turning it. The door opened, and the living room light was still on.

Xu Danian sat at the dining table with an empty glass in front of him. His gaze fell on the doorway, and the moment Xu Ziang walked in, the muscles on his face twitched slightly before he spoke…

His tone wasn't deliberately sarcastic; it was just a simple sneer.

"Heh, didn't you say you'd never come back to this house again? Why are you back now?"

The air in the living room seemed to have been paused for a moment.

Xu Ziang stood at the door, not yet having taken off his shoes. He opened his mouth, but no word came out.

He looked at his father's sarcastic and cold face, his eyes reddening instantly. Then he turned around, opened the door, and ran out.

"Zi'ang!" the director called out, but the boy's figure had already disappeared into the dimly lit stairwell. The sound of footsteps faded away downstairs, growing fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared completely in the direction of the street.

The male police officer immediately gave chase.

The policewoman stood there, her expression complex.

The policewoman looked at Xu Danian, hesitated several times before finally sighing and turning to chase after him.

At this point, Xiao Li also couldn't hold back any longer. He stood there with the camera in hand, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Why did you do this?"

Xu Danian sat at the dining table without saying a word.

The director stood at the doorway, staring at the open door, and was so angry he almost laughed, but he didn't want to say another word.

too tired.

The comments section erupted in a frenzy at that moment.

[Wait... isn't that a bit too harsh? The child finally came back, would it kill you to say something nice? Why did you have to say something sarcastic like, "Weren't you never coming back?"]

I don't understand why someone would say that. The child is home; shouldn't the father be happy? Even a nod would be enough!

[Actually, I think it's quite normal. Xu Ziang himself said he would never go back to this home, but now that he's back, his dad is asking him why? You guys are being too sensitive. How is this being sarcastic?]

[Yes, what's wrong with my father asking me a question? He feeds and clothes me, can't I even ask him a question?]

But wouldn't this hurt the child's self-esteem?

What kind of self-esteem do children have?

In the studio, Zhao Shuilang put down her tablet, adjusted her glasses, and said with a calm and resolute expression: "It's normal for my father to say a few words after working hard to support this family. If he can't even handle this much pressure, he'll be a useless person in society. Besides, my father didn't say anything too harsh; he just asked him why he came back."

Zhou Zhenyang straightened up from his chair, finally unable to hold back any longer, his tone colder than ever before: "Teacher Zhao, I'd like to ask you a question. Do your family members usually talk to you like this?"

Zhao Shuilang's expression changed slightly: "Dr. Zhou, please refrain from personal attacks."

"I didn't attack you." Zhou Zhenyang's tone remained calm, but every word carried weight. "I'm just curious, how do your parents usually communicate with you? Why do you think that tone and wording is 'normal concern'?"

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and said, "You can interpret what's clearly sarcastic as 'for the child's own good.' It seems that Professor Zhao's family environment must have been very warm and harmonious to have cultivated such an understanding personality in you."

There was a moment of silence in the studio.

Zhao Shuilang snorted coldly, "I don't care what trauma you suffered in your childhood, Dr. Zhou, but it's obvious that this father is a very hardworking father. He works on construction sites, working hard every day in the sweltering heat, doing his job to the bone.

"But the child can't even do well in school and just gets angry with his family."