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

Sun Xuerong sat in that chair with a composed demeanor and a gentle smile that seemed to have been professionally trained.

She didn't rush to speak, but observed Xu Ziang's condition for a while. He had his head down, his hands on his knees, and he looked like a plant that had been wilted by a storm.

It wasn't until Xu Ziang, having sat for too long, moved his bottom a little.

She spoke, her voice soft and gentle, with a persuasive rhythm: "Zi'ang, I've seen all your performances on the show. I know you're not actually a bad kid; you just have a lot on your mind that no one has heard you say, right?"

Xu Ziang's fingers twitched slightly, but he did not look up.

Sun Xuerong noticed this detail and continued, "Do you hate your father?"

Xu Ziang remained silent for a long time, then shook his head.

"Yes, you don't hate him." Sun Xuerong's tone carried a gentle certainty of "I knew it." "Your father really works very hard. He works on construction sites every day, exposed to the wind and sun, and every penny he earns is for you. Why is he so strict with you? Because he suffered from a lack of education, and he doesn't want you to follow in his footsteps. He doesn't want you to end up like him, sweating and bleeding on construction sites."

She leaned forward slightly. "Think about it. In front of the TV cameras, he could have easily acted like any other dad, trying to please you and indulging you, which would have earned him a lot of positive reviews. But he didn't. He chose to continue disciplining you, even if he was criticized by the entire internet. He didn't abandon his responsibility as a father. He wasn't putting on a show. He's truly responsible for you."

Xu Ziang sat there silently, still not saying a word.

Sun Xuerong's voice remained gentle and soft: "I know you don't actually hate him. This is an opportunity. Go apologize to him and let bygones be bygones, okay?"

Grandma stepped forward, took Xu Ziang's hand, her voice hoarse, filled with the weariness and expectation typical of an elderly person: "Let's go, Ziang. There's no grudge between father and son that lasts overnight. Grandma will go with you."

Xu Ziang sat on the edge of the bed, and he could feel the warmth and slight trembling of his grandmother's palm.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but all his refusal and rebuttal were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He eventually stood up.

No one pushed him, no one forced him.

He stood up on his own and followed his grandmother out of the room.

The smell of a hospital hit me.

He walked without stopping as he walked down the long corridor.

But he himself didn't know whether he went to that ward willingly or was pushed there by the force of "everyone saying it's right".

The door to the ward was half-open.

Xu Danian leaned against the hospital bed, his right leg wrapped in thick bandages and propped up on a small pillow.

His complexion was very bad, a pale gray with a tired, ashen hue.

Seeing the figures appear at the door, his expression remained unchanged—no surprise, no relaxation, still that cold and hard look—he merely glanced at them indifferently.

Xu Ziang stood at the door, looking at the pale-faced person on the hospital bed with his legs wrapped in bandages. He remembered the blood-soaked gauze in the photo.

Xu Ziang was nudged by his grandmother behind him. "Go quickly, Ziang. Apologize to your father and everything will be over."

He was half-pushed forward and stood in front of the hospital bed. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, his voice hoarse and low: "Dad, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you, and I shouldn't have gone online."

The ward was quiet for a few seconds.

Xu Danian leaned against the pillow, still not speaking.

Xu Ziang stood there, looking down at the bandaged feet on the hospital bed.

He didn't know why he suddenly started crying.

Tears fell one by one onto the floor. He didn't make a sound, but his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

A voice inside him kept asking himself, "Why should I apologize?"

This is clearly not what he wanted.

He just wanted his father to listen to him properly.

But he couldn't say it.

Those words were weighing heavily on my heart.

When Xu Danian saw his son crying with his head down, his cold and hard face finally softened a little.

He didn't laugh, nor did he say "it's okay," he just nodded coldly and uttered a short "hmm" from his throat.

But for everyone, that's enough.

The photographer stood at the door of the ward and pressed the shutter at the opportune moment.

In the video, the father is leaning against the hospital bed, and the son is standing in front of the bed with his head down. Although no one is speaking, everything in the scene looks so harmonious.

The director stood at the end of the corridor and let out a long sigh of relief. The anxiety that had been hanging over him for days was finally gone. The problem was solved perfectly, and he wouldn't be scolded by his superiors.

Sun Xuerong stood in the crowd with a satisfied smile on her face, already planning how to perfectly present her successful educational achievements in the promotional materials.

Grandpa and Grandma stood at the door, their faces finally showing their first smiles in many days.

The family was enjoying a happy time together.

Only Xu Ziang remained standing there, head bowed, sobbing uncontrollably, tears falling drop by drop onto the floor.

He didn't know why he was crying; he clearly didn't want to cry.

But I just burst into tears.

Heartbreaking.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a KTV room, colorful rotating light balls slowly turned on the ceiling, casting flowing spots of light on the walls and floor.

The coffee table was covered with snacks, drinks, and a three-tiered cake, with a dozen or so boys and girls in school uniforms sitting around it.

When Chen Ziran pushed open the door and walked in, the noise in the private room stopped for a moment.

Yang Xunran was putting a French fry into his mouth when he saw the person enter through the door. His hand froze in mid-air, the fry hanging there, and he froze as if someone had pressed the pause button: "...Who are you?"

Chen Ziran was amused by his ghostly expression: "Don't you recognize me?"

Yang Xunran put down his fries, walked closer to examine his face more closely, and then let out a scream: "Holy crap, how did you get so handsome?! Are you even our brother anymore?!"

Chen Ziran walked around him and went to the coffee table.

Qian Jiaxin was sitting in the middle of the sofa, talking to the girl next to her.

Chen Ziran walked over and took out a small gift box from behind her back: "Happy Birthday."

Qian Jiaxin looked up and was stunned for a moment. She saw that the boy in front of her was wearing a clean white hoodie and his hair was neat and tidy. He looked like a completely different person.

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before she snapped out of it, took the gift box, and said, "Thank you."

She opened the box and saw the silver star necklace inside. The pendant was a small, rotating star that refracted tiny sparkles under the lights of the private room.

She picked up the necklace and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful! Thank you, I love it!"

Chen Ziran stood in front of her, smiled, and didn't say anything, but when he turned around, his steps were noticeably lighter.

The birthday party ended around 4 p.m.

When Chen Ziran walked out of the KTV, Yang Xunran and two other boys grabbed his arms and dragged him to a utility pole by the roadside.

Yang Xunran pointed to the utility pole and declared righteously, "Today, I must let you experience the power of the collective!"

Chen Ziran was pinned against a utility pole by three people, letting out a desperate scream: "Let go of me, I was wrong, I'll never dress up again..."

It was already four or five o'clock when I got home.

Chen Ziran pushed open the door, carrying a cardboard box containing a sliced ​​birthday cake, which he had packed in a clean box before bringing it back.

He saw Chen Chu sitting on the sofa, while Chen Xiayu was drawing at a small table.

He walked over, placed the cardboard box on the coffee table, then stood up straight, looked at Chen Chu seriously, and said, "Dad, thank you."

Chen Chu leaned back on the sofa and waved his hand: "You're welcome."

Chen Ziran pointed to the cardboard box: "I also brought you a birthday cake."

Chen Chu paused for a moment, glanced at the cardboard box, then at Chen Ziran, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Good lad, you know to bring good stuff home for your family."

A warm feeling swept through the comments section.

[Waaaa, Ziran, you're so kind... You even remembered to bring back a cake for your family after attending a birthday party.]

Ziran is truly a filial child. Chen Chu has done a good job teaching him this.

[Xu Ziang's situation is frustrating, but switching to Chen Chu's side finally gives us a chance to breathe.]

Seeing Ziran carrying the cake home, I really wanted to cry. This child is truly sensible.