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

In the corridor outside the examination room, Wang Zihao leaned against the window playing on his phone.

He didn't want to review, and there was nothing to review anyway. He had already learned what he needed to learn, and learning what he shouldn't would be useless. He put away his phone, leaned against the windowsill, closed his eyes to rest, and heard the conversation of several classmates.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! I studied until 2 a.m. last night, and I still feel like there's so much I don't understand."

"Me too. I definitely won't be able to solve that last big math problem. I'm probably going to fail this time."

"Stop talking, stop talking! I flipped through my textbooks yesterday and realized I haven't memorized anything..."

Wang Zihao opened one eye and glanced at the people who were speaking.

They are all people who consistently score over 600 points in their exams.

He rolled his eyes and looked back at his phone screen.

These pretentious bastards.

He would say "I won't do well on the test," but in reality, he always did better than others.

Hypocritical, boring.

He recalled the scene before he left home this morning.

Wang Wenwu sat at the dining table, drinking coffee and looking at his phone. Without looking up, he said, "If you don't do well on the exam, you don't do well. Anyway, we're rich, you won't starve."

He didn't say anything at the time, but those words were like a small thorn stuck in his chest in a place he couldn't quite put his finger on.

What does it mean to say that you just can't do well on a test?

How could he possibly do poorly on the exam?

He doesn't need his father to bail him out, because he simply won't do poorly on tests.

But nobody cared. The father didn't care, and the so-called stepmother cared even less.

He opened WeChat, and Lele's profile picture was lit up in the pinned chat box.

He clicked on it and saw a message Lele had sent last night.

"You have an exam tomorrow, good luck!"

Following behind is an emoji of a kitten holding a cheering flag.

Wang Zihao stared at the kitten for a while, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips. He typed back, "Thank you, Lele!"

Then I added a happy emoji.

He held his phone, leaning against the windowsill, feeling as if the little thorn in his chest had been pulled out.

Only Lele truly cares about him.

He checked it again in his mind.

Lele is definitely the best.

She didn't care about his grades or whether his family was rich; she only cared about him as a person.

He stared intently at the line of text and the kitten emoji on the screen, tracing the edge of the screen with his fingers a few times, and then couldn't help but chuckle twice.

A classmate next to him who was reciting his lessons turned his head to look at him, then turned back.

Wang Zihao was completely oblivious to that gaze, as he was engrossed in the world of his phone screen.

The exam bell rang.

He put away his phone, walked into the examination room, found his seat, and sat down.

As the proctor opened the exam paper bag on the podium, Wang Zihao kept his head down, his eyes quickly scanning his surroundings.

The proctor was looking down at the exam record sheet on the podium and didn't notice his actions.

He reached into his pocket, his fingertips touching his phone.

Half a minute later, he had silently slipped his phone under the exam paper, screen down, black.

He bought a set of answer keys for the midterm exam.

Five hundred yuan.

I bought it from someone at the school next door who specializes in this.

It was just a midterm exam, so the proctoring wasn't strict.

When needed, you can easily find an excuse to take it out and take a look.

He flipped the exam paper to the back, where the questions were more challenging, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then he lowered his head and began to answer the questions.

……

The atmosphere in Chen Chu's living room was quiet and somewhat heavy.

He sat on the sofa, holding his phone, the screen displaying a text message from the court regarding a lawsuit to redistribute his assets, and his bank accounts had been frozen.

He turned his phone upside down and placed it face down on the coffee table, then leaned back against the cushions, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

Now he finally understood what Chu Qiuyue was planning.

The house that her father bought years ago, she now has her father issue a new IOU and applied for property preservation on the grounds of debt dispute, locking up that money for now.

This was a really ruthless move. She didn't want him to have an easy time; she wanted to use money to bankrupt him and force him to work full-time.

She'll have something to say in court if he's unable to care for the children because of work.

She can afford the best legal team, but what about him?

His understanding of the law was basically limited to the fact that murder leads to imprisonment and assault is a crime.

For the first time, he felt a real pressure, not about money, but the oppressive feeling brought about by the naked and undisguised methods.

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the small table at the other end of the living room.

Chen Xiayu was sitting at that small table, with a first-grade workbook open in front of her, a pencil in her hand, and her head bowed low.

She stared at the question for a while, then wrote a crooked number on her notebook. After looking at it again, she realized it was wrong, erased it, and rewrote it.

She wrote very carefully, but those numbers were probably like gibberish to her.

Chen Chu took a deep breath, stood up, walked over, squatted down next to her, and glanced at the question: What is three plus five?

Chen Xiayu held the pencil, had already written a "6", then erased it, leaving the blank space blank.

Chen Xiayu looked up at him.

"Daddy... I'm so silly."

Chen Chu felt a pang in his heart, but he quickly put on a relaxed expression and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Who said that? Our little girl is the smartest! Come on, let Daddy teach you. Look, three plus five, stretch out your hand and count..."

He held up his fingers and counted them off for her one by one.

Chen Xiayu followed suit, stretching out her fingers and counting them one by one.

When she counted to the eighth one, she looked up at Chen Chu, her eyes lit up, and then she looked down and wrote a crooked but correct "8" in the blank space.

Chen Chu immediately clapped, his tone exaggerated as if he were announcing some earth-shattering good news for Xi Yao: "Wow! Nannan, you're amazing! You learned it! How are you so incredible!"

Chen Xiayu grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, and then lowered her head to continue working on the next question.

As Chen Chu watched her writing with her head down, the smile on his lips slowly faded.

He knew that praise couldn't solve all the problems.

What she needs is real learning and practice, and someone needs to spend a lot of time with her and teach her.

Praise can give her confidence, but it can't change the fact that she's sick.

He sat next to her for a while, then tentatively asked a question.

"Darling, have you made any new friends at school?"

Chen Xiayu put down her pencil, looked up, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then looked at Chen Chu with a grin and answered in a matter-of-fact tone, "I have a dad."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again and continued working on her problems.

Chen Chu sat down next to her, opened his mouth, but didn't ask the rest of the question.

He looked at Chen Xiayu's profile as she wrote intently with her head down, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He felt a surge of excitement.

That probably means there aren't any left.

He was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently rubbed her fluffy little head, letting out a silent sigh in his heart.

He could teach her math, praise her and encourage her, but there were some things he could never do for her.

Some viewers couldn't stand it.

Are there any medical experts who can say if there is any way to cure this disease?

It's hard to say; these kinds of mental health issues are a global challenge.

Is this all there is to it?

Unfortunately, some things simply cannot be changed. Actually, I think there's a reason why Chen Gou's ex-wife fought for custody; at least it offers more protection.

【…】

Chen Chu's head ached from looking at it.

Just then.

"Ding! Host is detected to be troubled..."

[Task: Help Chen Xiayu make a friend. Reward: One purification treatment.]