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

The night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the car window, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Xu Danian sat in the back of the taxi, holding his phone with a navigation map on the screen.

The location marked by the small red dot is the address he obtained indirectly from the program crew.

He didn't know why he had to go.

He even told himself this repeatedly on the way.

I'll go and see him, not because I'm worried about him, but to see if he's embarrassed himself in public.

But he knew in his heart that this reason couldn't fool himself.

He hadn't slept well for several days. Lying on the hard bed in the workers' shed, with his eyes closed, the scene from that night kept replaying in his mind.

Xu Ziang's retreating figure as he slammed the door shut.

Xu Ziang's last sentence was, "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Those words were like a fishbone stuck in my throat; I couldn't swallow them or spit them out.

Xu Danian had never thought he had done anything wrong before.

That's how he grew up.

When he was a child, his father would beat him, and he never dared to utter a sound.

Why can't kids these days take a few harsh words?

The child does not teach, the father too.

Jade that is not carved cannot become a useful object.

If you can't even handle this much criticism, how will you stand on your own two feet in society in the future?

He doesn't understand.

But when he sat down at a roadside barbecue stall, opened his phone, and saw those comments, reading them one by one.

Those people said he spoke sarcastically, that he was sharp-tongued, and that he drove the child away.

He put down his phone, without touching the skewers in front of him.

He read the comments, remained silent for a long time, paid the bill, stood up, and walked back.

He still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, but he just couldn't stop that thought from popping up in his mind.

Will he be able to get food while he's all alone out there?

He kept telling himself that he was just going to check if he had died outside.

Speedy Internet Cafe.

Xu Danian did not go into the internet cafe.

He stood outside the door, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit internet cafe lobby through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, before quickly locking onto the machine in the corner.

Xu Ziang was sitting in front of that computer, the game on the screen was loading, he was leaning back in his chair, his expression much more relaxed than when he was at home.

That was an expression he hadn't seen on his son's face in a long time.

Xu Danian stood outside the glass window, not going in, quietly watching from the shade of a roadside tree.

He wondered to himself if he was really wrong...

Children shouldn't be taught like this.

Just then.

He suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

A girl with her hair tied in a low ponytail came out from behind the counter, placed a drink on Xu Ziang's table, bent down and said a few words to him.

Xu Ziang raised his head and smiled.

Xu Danian's brows furrowed.

He stood there for a moment, and then he saw something that made his blood pressure spike.

After the game ended, Xu Ziang stood up, followed the girl around the front desk, pushed open a door with a sign that read "Staff Break Room," and went inside.

The door closed behind them.

Xu Danian's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

Everything is connected.

He refused to go home, stubbornly refusing to back down, and wouldn't come back no matter what anyone said.

It wasn't because of a fit of pique.

It's because there's someone waiting for him here.

His mind raced, and he pieced together all the logic in almost a few seconds.

It was that woman who taught him; it was that woman who made him fall out with his family; it was all premeditated.

He was furious and was about to push the door open when he stopped the moment his fingers touched the doorknob.

If he rushes in now, they won't admit it.

Xu Danian gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand.

He stood at the entrance of the internet cafe, took out his phone and took several photos, capturing the scene of them sitting side by side and the moment they walked into the lounge.

Then he turned around and quickly left the internet cafe entrance.

In the staff break room, Xu Ziang was completely unaware of what was happening outside the window.

Zhou Zhou leaned against the door, holding a can of Coke. She pulled the tab and took a sip: "By the way, I have an account that's been struggling in the Gold rank. Can you help me get it up to Diamond? I'll give you two hundred yuan as a reward."

Xu Ziang quickly waved his hand: "No need, I can call for you for free..."

"That won't do." Zhou Zhou interrupted him, her tone casual but firm. "That would be taking advantage of you. You spend time and effort; I can't let you work for nothing."

She shook the can of Coke in her hand.

"If you don't want money, I won't call you."

Xu Ziang opened his mouth, but finally nodded.

He looked down at his phone at the account and password that Zhou Zhou had sent him last week, and gently rubbed his thumb along the edge of the screen.

He knew this wasn't a game boosting order.

She simply gave him a chance to make money in a way that wouldn't hurt his pride.

He silently remembered this favor.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the lounge.

Zhou Zhou went over and opened the door. Standing outside were two elderly people, a man and a woman, both in their sixties, with gray hair and faces showing the weariness of a long journey and the eagerness of seeing loved ones.

Grandma stood at the door, her gaze passing over Zhouzhou's shoulder and landing on Xu Ziang in the room.

She was silent for a moment, her lips trembled slightly, and then she spoke softly, "Zi'ang."

Xu Ziang was stunned.

He didn't expect his grandparents to be here, and he certainly didn't expect them to arrive so quickly.

Zhou Zhou glanced at the visitor and then at Xu Ziang's expression. She said nothing, simply picked up her phone from the table, nodded slightly to the two elderly people, then turned and walked out of the lounge, gently closing the door behind her.

The room fell silent.

Grandma walked in, stood in front of Xu Ziang, reached out and gently touched his face. She remained silent for a long time before sighing and speaking.

"Have you been wronged lately?"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a warmth that only loved ones possess.

Xu Ziang lowered his head, looking at her wrinkled hands, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

Grandma didn't ask what had happened, nor did she blame him for being immature.

She simply sat down next to him, remained silent for a while, and spoke in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, as if she were talking about something from a long time ago.

"Your dad... he's never been good at talking. He suffered a lot when he was young. When he came to our house to propose marriage, we couldn't get a word out of him even if we hit him three times."

But he was a good man, carrying the burden of his entire family on his own, and endured all kinds of hardships on the construction site.

It's not that he doesn't care about you; he just doesn't know how to tell you.

Xu Ziang lowered his head, his fingers gripping his trouser leg so tightly that his hands ached.

Grandma continued, "Zi'ang, I know you're upset. If you have anything to say, just tell Grandma. Grandma is your grandma, not someone else. Talk to Grandma and tell her everything that's bothering you."

Xu Ziang finally couldn't hold back anymore.

My eyes started to feel sore.

He started inhaling deeply through his nose.

He kept telling himself not to do this, not to do this, but he just couldn't control himself.

He finally spoke, his voice panting.

"Grandma, I don't understand why he talked to me like that?"

You all say he loves me, but does he really love me?

Am I... am I just a pet he keeps?

He's always been like this since I was little. He never praises me when I do well on tests; he just tells me not to be arrogant next time.

If I do something wrong, he can yell at me from morning till night.

Sometimes I even wonder if he doesn't see me as his son at all...

His voice began to tremble, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

"I feel terrible, Grandma. I really feel terrible."

Why did he talk to me like that?

Am I really just a tool, a tool to take care of him when he gets old?

Am I not his son?

Why, why, why, waaaaah…”

His shoulders were trembling violently, and a suppressed, broken sound came from his throat.

"I don't understand... I just don't understand... why are you talking to me like that..."

Grandma didn't say anything.

She reached out and pulled the small, curled-up figure into her arms, her calloused hands gently patting his back as if comforting a wounded little animal.

She didn't say anything, but simply hugged him tighter and used her aged yet still strong hands to tell him that his grandmother was there.

The lounge was quiet for a very long time, with only the buzzing of the air conditioner unit outside the window and the sound of wind passing through fingers.

His voice was hoarse, he cried loudly, and collapsed, exhausted, onto his grandmother's lap, like a child returning to a safe haven.

Grandma's eyes dimmed, and she didn't say another word of profound wisdom.

Sometimes, decades of estrangement cannot be resolved with just a few words of reason.

People's thoughts are not always connected.