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

As Chen Chu looked at the overwhelming barrage of comments and messages, his expression changed from speechless to a subtle smile, a smile that sent chills down the spines of his longtime viewers.

He leaned back on the sofa, adjusted his posture, and then spoke, his tone so sincere it was almost touching.

"I'm so envious. The relationship between the Xu father and son is so enviable that I can't sleep. It's even more enviable than the ancient recommendation of filial piety and integrity. With a child like that, I could live a life of comfort and ease. It's driving me crazy with envy."

The comments section was quiet for about two seconds, then exploded with even greater force.

[Wait, something doesn't sound right here.]

I always felt he was being sarcastic or insinuating, but I have no proof.

[That tone, that wording, that expression—so classic, so incredibly classic.]

Chen Ziran sat next to him, a piece of watermelon stuffed in his mouth. He looked up with a somewhat unconvinced expression.

"Dad, what do you mean? I'm not bad off either. I can support you and my sister in the future. Why are you boosting others' morale and diminishing your own?"

Chen Chu reached out and tapped him on the head: "Your dad is discussing something with someone, don't interrupt him."

Then he turned to the camera, his expression still sincere, "I'm so envious of having such an obedient child. I even wonder if the puppetry techniques of the cultivation era have reappeared in the mortal world? Does anyone know?"

Netizens were absolutely thrilled.

[Hahahaha, puppetry! Chen Chu, you're putting Xu Danian on the hot seat!]

[On the surface: I'm so envious. Really: Don't you guys think this father-son relationship is fake, like they're puppets?]

The sarcastic tone of these words was overflowing; they couldn't be hidden anymore.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilin was still holding her breath because of the previous defeat, but her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Chen Chu's speech.

She cleared her throat and spoke in a tone that suggested she was trying to mediate.

"I think Mr. Chen Chu's blessings were probably genuine; he's just not very good at expressing himself, so the meaning he conveyed might have been somewhat off..."

Chen Chu's reply was as precise as a knife: "If Expert Zhao didn't graduate from elementary school, he shouldn't be doing reading comprehension questions."

Zhao Shuilang's face flushed instantly, her mouth agape but she couldn't utter a single word.

The viewers in the live chat were laughing so hard they were rolling on the floor.

Chen Chu did not continue the pursuit. He simply put away his exaggerated expression and calmly said his last sentence.

"If you think that's the right way to educate, then I have nothing to say."

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the camera, saying, "I'm asleep." Then the live stream signal cut off, and the screen went black.

Online opinions quickly escalated after Chen Chu's broadcast ended.

Less than two hours later, Sun Xuerong posted a long article on her social media account.

She didn't name names, but every word she said pointed precisely to Chen Chu.

"I noticed that one parent questioned my previous work. This parent seemed very confident in their educational methods. But as far as I know, this parent's child, Chen Ziran, did not have bad grades in elementary school, and only started to decline in junior high school. Until the third year of junior high school, he could still score over 400 points or even close to 500 points. But in the first half of this year, around the time our program started filming, his grades suddenly dropped to single digits."

She paused for a moment, then faced the camera, her tone filled with a poignant sincerity.

"I don't deny that this parent has indeed achieved some educational results. But I want to ask, are these results exaggerated? Making such a young child act alongside adults—isn't that a form of harm to the child?"

She sighed softly, "I understand this parent. After all, judging others by one's own standards, one naturally only sees oneself."

This statement quickly became a trending topic.

Countless netizens began digging into Chen Ziran's academic records, including his student file, midterm and final exam scores, and class rankings—everything they could find was unearthed.

The results showed that what Sun Xuerong said was indeed basically true.

Although Chen Ziran's grades were never outstanding, they were never so bad that he scored in the single digits.

That single-digit score did indeed appear shortly before the show started filming.

Public opinion began to shift, and a flood of questions poured into Chen Chu's account.

The next morning at seven o'clock, Chen Chu got up and turned on his phone, only to see a mountain of comments and private messages in the comment section.

He leaned against the headboard and flipped through the pages for more than ten minutes, roughly reading the ins and outs of the public opinion, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

These people really have strong intelligence capabilities; they've got information coming from nowhere.

He did not deny it, but replied to a pinned comment: "I did not fake it, nor was it necessary. I will not let my child suffer that kind of injustice."

But his explanation did not quell the public outcry. The doubts continued to grow.

At noon, the school cafeteria was bustling with activity.

Chen Ziran sat in the corner with his plate, eating his rice while scrolling through his phone.

He saw the overwhelming questions and comments, his expression changed slightly, and his fingers holding the phone paused for a moment.

He put down his chopsticks, hesitated for a short while, then stood up and walked to the corridor outside the cafeteria, where he dialed Chen Chu's number.

"Dad, how are you?" Chen Ziran asked, holding his phone, his voice filled with undisguised worry.

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "What? How is it?"

"It's... they said you made me act, that you were faking it." Chen Ziran's voice was clearly unease.

Chen Chu paused for a moment: "Um...it's nothing."

Chen Ziran stood in the corridor, phone in hand, a chill in the autumn breeze. He remained silent for a moment, an idea rapidly forming in his mind.

He took a deep breath and said into his phone, "Dad, I'm going to send something."

Then he hung up the phone.

He opened his social media account, an account he rarely used, and his profile picture was still the system's default gray silhouette.

He opened the editing interface, typed a line, deleted it, and then typed it again.

His fingers trembled slightly as he held the phone, but finally, he pressed the send button.

"The reason my grades suddenly dropped before the show started filming wasn't because my dad made me cheat. It was because the year my parents divorced, I wanted to use this method to get them to pay more attention to me. Even if I got scolded, at least they were watching me."

After sending this message, he flipped his phone face down on the table and let out a long breath.

The noise around him continued, but he felt that the sounds suddenly became very distant.

He looked down at the unfinished plate of rice in front of him, picked up his chopsticks again, took a bite, and put it in his mouth.

As he chewed, he found that he didn't seem to care about those comments as much anymore.