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

When Wang Zihao pushed open the door, the security door made a dull thud.

The TV in the living room was showing some kind of variety show, and the laughter was turned down very low, as if it were coming from a very far place.

Zhou Lin was sitting on the sofa. When she heard the door open, she stood up with a cautious and deliberate expression.

She looked at the faint red mark on Wang Zihao's face, opened her mouth, and finally spoke.

"Zihao, your teacher called today... saying you got into a fight with a classmate at school?" She tried to keep her tone calm. "She also mentioned the exams. What exactly happened?"

Wang Zihao threw his schoolbag onto the sofa, his tone revealing undisguised annoyance.

"What do you mean? Can't I get first place? Is it only your son who can get first place?"

Zhou Lin's expression stiffened slightly, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything harsh.

She was silent for a moment, then her voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

"I didn't mean that... I just wanted to ask about the situation."

She really couldn't say anything more. If she said too much, she would be called a wicked stepmother; if she said too little, the child wouldn't listen at all.

She stood in the living room, her hands clasped in front of her, like a guest who didn't know where to place herself.

Wang Minghui, Zhou Lin's biological son, who was sitting at the dining table eating, put down his chopsticks, raised his head, and said loudly.

"Don't you know what kind of person you are? Have we said anything wrong?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word resonated clearly in the living room.

Wang Zihao turned his head sharply, his eyes turning cold: "What do you know, you're just a kid? Get out of here."

His gaze shifted to Zhou Lin, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "She only married into this family for my money, so why pretend to be a good person?"

Wang Minghui suddenly stood up from his chair, clenching his fists: "You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that!"

Zhou Lin reached out and grabbed her son's arm, pressing him back into the chair. Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion: "Minghui, stop talking."

Then she looked up at Wang Zihao, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Wang Zihao snorted coldly, turned around and went into his room, closing the door behind him.

The lights were off in the room.

He leaned against the door for a while, then took out his phone, opened Lele's chat window, and his fingers flew across the screen: "Lele, I got first place. What reward are you going to give me?"

He pressed send, leaned against the headboard, held his phone up to his eyes, and waited expectantly for a reply.

The sounds of dishes being cleared away and Wang Minghui's low voice could be heard coming from outside the room.

He put on his headphones to block out the sounds.

Wang Wenwu returned around 10 p.m.

His leather shoes made heavy footsteps on the floor. He placed his briefcase on the entryway cabinet, loosened his tie, and his face showed the weariness and flush unique to social engagements.

Hearing the noise, Wang Zihao came out of his room with a report card in his hand and handed it to Wang Wenwu: "Dad, I got first place."

Wang Wenwu took the report card, glanced at it, his gaze lingering on the "first place" for about a second, then nodded and said in a flat tone, "You did well."

He took out his phone and transferred money to Wang Zihao, saying, "There's 10,000 yuan in here, take it and spend it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

He answered the phone, saying, "Hello, Mr. Li..."

As he walked toward the study, he closed the door behind him.

Wang Zihao stood in the entryway, holding the bank card in his hand.

The report card was still lying there on the shoe cabinet.

He looked down at the report card, remained silent for a moment, then bent down to pick it up, took the card, and went back to his room.

His face showed neither smile nor disappointment, only a blank calm.

He lay back down on the bed and turned on his phone. Lele had already replied to his message.

"Wow, first place! You're amazing!" followed by a string of celebratory emojis. "I also wanted to give you a gift, but I don't have much money... I can't afford anything nice. Sigh, you gave me such an expensive dress, I don't know how to repay you."

Wang Zihao looked at the line of text and, almost without hesitation, opened the transfer interface, entered 8,000 yuan, and pressed the send button.

The moment the notification popped up that the transfer was successful, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction, like drinking a sip of hot water on a cold winter night, the warmth spreading from his stomach.

"You don't need to pay me back. Take it and buy something you like." He typed, then locked the screen and held the phone to his chest.

The chat room was filled with heated arguments.

[Give me a dad like that, who doesn't even glance at my report card and just sends me money. It feels like I've also been paid to get lost!]

Honestly, this father is so uncaring! He glanced at the report card for a second and that was it? His child got first place, and he didn't even offer a proper compliment...

[Hey, isn't giving money enough? Giving 10,000 yuan for getting first place, isn't that showing concern? Can your dad give you 10,000 yuan?]

[Yeah, money isn't enough? You people are just being pretentious. You have money and you want companionship too? There's no such thing as a free lunch.]

The comments section was divided into two camps, and the argument was quite heated.

Wang Zihao lay in the darkness, his phone resting on his chest, feeling the faint vibration, his eyes open staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

The studio lights were just as dazzling as any prime-time variety show.

Sun Xuerong, dressed in a well-tailored beige suit, with her hair neatly pinned up, sat in the center of the guest seat, exuding elegance and confidence.

After the host enthusiastically introduced her resume—a specially appointed expert of the Provincial Department of Education, a director of the Youth Psychological Research Association, and the author of several best-selling education books—she asked with a smile.

"Ms. Sun, why did you decide to join our program as a family group?"

"You could definitely be a review expert..."

Sun Xuerong leaned forward slightly and gave the camera a composed smile: "I want to share my parenting methods with more parents. After all, there are too few people who know how to teach children."

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Sun Xuerong continued, "Of course, there's another reason: in my eyes, the children on the show are all problem children. Their parents are also unqualified parents."

She paused for a moment, her tone still gentle, but every word resonated with conviction: "Therefore, as an education expert, it is my duty to set an example. As the old saying goes, 'When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven.' As an educator, I must shoulder my social responsibility."

The audience erupted in applause once again.

In Chen Chu's living room, Chen Chu sat on the sofa, looking at Sun Xuerong's confident and composed face on the screen, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"What do you mean by 'the show is full of problem children'?"

Chen Ziran leaned over and glanced at the screen: "Dad, it looks like she's targeting us."

Chen Chu shook his head: "She's calling everyone."

The comments section was buzzing with laughter.

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! The other side has declared war on you, Chen Gou!]

[Sun Xuerong: I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying everyone here is trash.]

[Chen Gou got tricked, how can he stand it? He needs to go live and fight back!]

Looking forward to Chen Chu and Sun Xuerong going head-to-head!