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

As night deepened, Wang Zihao leaned back on the sofa, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his face, a silly grin he couldn't hide playing on his lips.

Lele's messages kept popping up, from congratulating him on getting second place in the class to chatting about the interesting things that had happened in the class recently. The topics changed naturally and smoothly, like a stream flowing down the mountainside.

Wang Zihao typed incredibly fast, as if he wanted to pour everything that happened to him in 24 hours into the chat box.

He had never felt so happy chatting with someone before.

It's more fun than ranking up in a video game, and more fun than eating fried chicken.

As they were chatting, Lele paused for a moment, then sent a screenshot of a page for a dress. It was white, with a fitted waist and tiny embroidered flowers on the skirt.

"Is it pretty?" she asked.

Wang Zihao immediately replied, "It looks great! It suits you perfectly!"

Lele sent a sighing emoji: "But it costs over a thousand... That's so expensive, I can't afford it. Sigh."

Wang Zihao's heart skipped a beat.

His finger hovered over the screen for less than a second, then typed with a decisiveness he himself didn't realize: "It's okay! I can afford it!"

Lele quickly replied, "No, no, it's too expensive. I can't accept your things."

"It's okay, I really have the money." Wang Zihao's tone was firm and unyielding. "I said I'd buy it for you, so I'll buy it for you. Don't be shy."

There was a moment of silence on Lele's end, then she sent a shy emoji: "Well... thank you. You're so kind."

Wang Zihao stared at those three words.

"It's so kind of you"!!!

I felt like I was about to float away.

He immediately found the link, clicked on it, then exited the chat interface and opened the chat window with his stepmother.

"Transfer two thousand yuan to me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the chat before Zhou Lin's reply appeared.

"Didn't we just give you your allowance for last month? How come it's gone so quickly? Did you spend it on games again?"

Wang Zihao leaned back on the sofa, looking at the message, a strange sense of irritation welling up inside him.

He called back almost without hesitation.

"I'm spending my dad's money, what's it to you? Why ask so many questions? Are you going to transfer it or not?"

After the message was sent, the chat box remained silent for a long time.

Then he saw a transfer notification pop up: 2000 yuan.

He didn't reply to the message, but directly clicked "Receive Payment," then switched back to Lele's chat interface, opened the link for the dress, placed the order, and paid—all in one smooth motion.

"I've bought it." He sent it with a cool emoji.

Lele replied instantly: "Oh my god, you really bought it! You're so kind! I don't know how to thank you enough!"

Wang Zihao looked at the few lines of text on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled up a few degrees.

Just as he was about to reply, the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks and the aroma of food came from outside the living room.

He put down his phone and walked out of the room, where he saw the rest of the family sitting around the dining table eating a late-night snack.

He stood there for a few seconds and realized that no one invited him to come and eat with them.

His face darkened, and he turned and went back to his room, slamming the door shut.

"They don't even invite me to meals. Hah. This isn't my home at all."

Hearing the loud slam of the door in the living room, Mom paused, her chopsticks clapping. She looked up at the closed door and fell silent.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to eat dinner and that you wouldn't bother anyone who called you...?"

The discussion in the live stream room started to get lively again.

Honestly, I'm quite envious of Wang Zihao. He can take his allowance whenever he wants, buy whatever he wants, and order clothes costing over a thousand yuan without batting an eye. I can't even dream of living that kind of life.

What's there to envy? He may be rich, but is he happy? His relationship with his family is like that of enemies. I'd rather be poor; at least my family would be harmonious.

The moment that comment appeared, it was immediately surrounded and attacked by a group of people.

【What?! Money can't make you happy? Are you kidding me? Dude, you're not saying you don't need a lot of money, you just need a lot of love, are you? That's hilarious. Only someone who's never been poor could say something like that.】

[Exactly! If you give me that much money, I can live like a king at home all day. If I'm unhappy, I can go on a trip. I'd be so happy!]

The comments section instantly erupted into chaos.

……

The night gradually faded away amidst the sounds of arguing, and the morning sunlight shone through the window once more.

When Chen Ziran walked into the classroom, he felt that his whole demeanor was completely different from yesterday.

He sat down and opened his textbook. The knowledge points that he used to have to ponder repeatedly to understand now looked as clear as a route map marked with arrows.

He tried to work on a few problems that he had found difficult yesterday, and wrote the whole process with almost no pause in his pen.

I checked the answers, and they were all correct.

He flipped through a few more pages, found the chapters that would be taught next week, and tried to preview them. It went incredibly smoothly.

He couldn't help but clench his fist slightly in his seat, and he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"Yang Xunran, did you figure out that final question from yesterday?" Chen Ziran turned around and asked.

Yang Xunran was slumped over the table catching up on sleep when he heard his voice. He weakly raised his head and said, "What's going on? I don't even want to look..."

He rubbed his eyes and saw the exercise book spread out on Chen Ziran's desk, and he sat up straight abruptly.

"Holy crap, are you doing homework again? Stop fucking doing that! I'm begging you! Wasn't getting 600 on yesterday's test enough?!"

Chen Ziran chuckled and turned to the next page of the workbook: "I just want to learn more."

Qian Jiaxin, who was sitting in the front row, also turned her head and looked at his energetic appearance, and couldn't help but sigh.

"How come you seem like you never get tired of studying? Do you really enjoy learning that much?"

Chen Ziran thought for a moment, his hand holding the pen pausing in mid-air. "Actually, I don't particularly like it." He paused, then lowered his head to continue working on the draft paper. "But I have to keep my promise."

The school bell rang.

The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom carrying a stack of documents, cleared his throat, and began to summarize the recent situation of the class.

He first gave an overview of the changes in student performance, praised several students who had made progress, and then focused his attention on Chen Ziran: "This time, I want to give special praise to one student, Chen Ziran. His progress is the greatest in the whole class, rising from the middle of the grade to 601 points, which is quite good even in the whole city."

Chen Ziran sat in his seat and felt several pairs of eyes on him. He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably.

The homeroom teacher took out a small box from under the podium, opened the lid, and inside lay a fountain pen.

The black pen body and silver clip gleamed with a warm luster under the light.

"Our class has a tradition of awarding scholarships to the top three students, though the amounts are small—one hundred, fifty, or thirty—mainly as a symbol of honor. But this time, we've added an additional progress award."

The homeroom teacher walked up to Chen Ziran with the box and handed him the pen.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you'll keep up the good work and maintain this momentum."

Chen Ziran looked down at the fountain pen in his palm, with a few small characters engraved on the pen.

"Heaven rewards diligence."

He held the pen, feeling the metallic texture of the pen body slightly cool in his palm, but his heart was warm.

He looked up at his homeroom teacher and said earnestly, "Thank you, teacher."

The homeroom teacher patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked back to the podium.

Chen Ziran sat back down and carefully put the pen into his pencil case.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow across his desk.

"I'll show it to my dad when I get back..."