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

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the internet cafe, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

Xu Ziang woke up on a folding bed in the staff break room, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time.

He didn't know how long he had slept, only that he had a very long dream last night, but he couldn't remember anything after waking up.

When he pushed open the door and went out, he saw two uniformed people standing at the front desk; they were the same two police officers from last night.

There was another person standing next to him. Xu Danian stood at the entrance of the internet cafe, like a stone statue that had been eroded by wind and sun for many years.

He was wearing an old jacket, his hands in his pockets, and his expression was so complex it was hard to decipher. It was as if he wanted to walk forward but also wanted to turn away. In the end, he just stood there without saying a word.

The policewoman stepped forward, her tone gentle yet with a professional firmness: "Zi'ang, come home with us."

Xu Ziang stood still, his gaze passing over the female police officer's shoulder, glancing at Xu Danian before looking away.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse and flat voice, "I don't want to be with him anymore."

"Zi'ang, he is, after all, your father..."

"So?" Xu Ziang interrupted her, not raising his voice, but with a calmness beyond his years. "What are you trying to say? That fathers and sons don't hold grudges overnight?"

The policewoman opened her mouth, and those were indeed the words she had prepared.

Xu Ziang lowered his gaze, his voice still calm: "We have no grudge against each other, and he hasn't done anything wrong. I just don't want to be with him anymore."

Standing at the door, Xu Danian heard these words, and the complex expression on his face was replaced by a cold laugh: "Heh, aren't you so capable? Since you don't want to stay, why are you asking me for money?"

Xu Ziang turned to look at him, his voice still calm: "You owe me. You gave birth to me, so you should support me until I'm eighteen. That's the law. If you're not happy about it, you can go to the law. You have to pay me child support every month."

"So, you're saying I raised you wrong? I shouldn't have brought you into this world?"

"I didn't say that. You said it yourself."

Xu Danian's chest heaved violently as he looked at his son, who had become a stranger overnight. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he said, "Fine, how much money do you want? Just tell me, consider it as me raising an ungrateful wretch."

"Eight hundred a month. That's the minimum child support stipulated by law, according to the standards here." Xu Ziang's voice was unwavering. He was determined.

Xu Danian gritted his teeth and remained silent for a moment: "Fine. But you have to write an IOU, and you have to pay me back after you turn eighteen. You also have to pay me for my old age. You have to pay back every penny of the money I spent raising you all these years."

The two men stared at each other, neither willing to back down an inch. The police and the director stood by, trying to dissuade them, but both were stubborn and no one could change their minds once they made up their minds.

Finally, on the table piled high with snacks and cigarette boxes at the front desk of the internet cafe, the two signed a handwritten agreement.

Xu Danian paid Xu Ziang 800 yuan per month for living expenses, and Xu Ziang would repay the amount monthly after he turned eighteen.

The two signed the papers in front of the police and the production crew.

Xu Ziang folded the agreement and put it in his pocket. He picked up his only belongings—a cell phone and a charger—and walked out of the internet cafe without looking back.

Xu Danian stood there and roared, "Go! Let him go! I'll pretend I never had this son!" His voice echoed in the internet cafe for a few moments before disappearing into a corner.

The director stood there, staring at the copy of the agreement, remaining silent for a long time before finally sighing helplessly and saying, "This thing has no legal effect. Even if you sign it, it won't do you any good."

Xu Danian retorted defiantly, "We've already agreed, how can the law disagree?"

The director opened his mouth, but in the end he just shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He stood at the entrance of the internet cafe and dialed the phone number of Xu Ziang's maternal grandparents.

After the call was connected, he explained what had happened in a tactful tone.

Grandpa remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "We understand. We'll come pick him up," and then hung up the phone.

The director hung up the phone and sighed.

There's nothing we can do.

The Xu Ziang family's story cannot be broadcast for the time being; continuing to broadcast it would have too negative an impact.

He instructed the control room to switch the signal to other households.

The scene shifts to Wang Wenwu's villa and a nanny watering flowers in the yard.

There's also Chen Chujia.

Both companies are aggressively consuming traffic.

However, the discussion in the live chat still didn't shift away from Xu Ziang's situation.

A large number of netizens flocked to Chen Chu's live broadcast room and relayed the Xu family's affairs to him in detail.

As Chen Chu watched the text scrolling by in the live chat, his expression changed repeatedly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Has this situation escalated to this point?"

The comments section indicated that the situation was more serious than he had imagined.

Once the agreement is signed, it essentially means severing ties.

The comments section was full of questions asking Chen Chu what he thought.

Chen Chu leaned back on the sofa and remained silent for a long time: "Both of them are at fault. But it's clear that the father is more at fault. If he had just said a few less words, things wouldn't have escalated to this point. He clearly cares about the child, but he just wouldn't let it go. Honestly, if you can't speak properly, just say less. Why be so sarcastic? We're not enemies, why are you so hateful?"

Some viewers in the live chat started to argue: "But his father works so hard, isn't it only right that Xu Ziang humble himself? His father is the pillar of the family, can't he even bear this little bit of pressure?"

Chen Chu looked at the comment, his tone less gentle than before, now serious: "It's true that the father works hard. But does that mean he doesn't work hard without children? He was already working on construction sites. Does that mean he could become the world's richest man without children? He works hard because he needs to make a living, not because he had children."

The chat was silent for a moment.

He continued, "My father is the pillar of the family, and he certainly works hard. We should understand him, but understanding doesn't mean accepting his disrespectful attitude."

He paused for a moment: "Put yourself in their shoes. When you're old, how would you feel if your kids told you to get out and never come back to this house? You're just young and strong now, taking advantage of your age to bully the younger ones. If you think that's right, then when you're old, if your kids treat you the same way, then that's not wrong either."

"Don't bully the weak, especially parents bullying their children..."

The chat remained silent for a long time.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilang abruptly put down her tablet, her voice sharp as if her tail had been stepped on.

"Outrageous nonsense! A load of rubbish! This kind of person doesn't deserve to be on the show! He'll set a bad example for other parents!"

She took a deep breath. "Such remarks completely disrespect fathers' sacrifices and are an insult to all hardworking fathers in the world!"