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

The assistant jogged to catch up with Li Minghui, his tablet displaying real-time bullet comments from the latest episode of "Effective Parenting."

She spoke quickly, with a hint of cautious probing: "Director Li, lately the show's comments and bullet screens... have been filled with a lot of arguments. Fans of several families are attacking each other, especially supporters of Chen Chu's and Sun Xuerong's families, the arguments are particularly fierce. Should we... ask the guests to tone it down a bit on the show? Or should we tone it down during post-production editing?"

Li Minghui stopped, turned around and glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Let them argue."

The assistant was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"Where does the buzz come from if there's no arguing?" Li Minghui put his hands in his pockets, his tone carrying the confidence of a veteran in the variety show industry. "Let them argue. And let's see who, in the end, truly wins the audience's approval."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the sunlit area at the end of the corridor.

"If everyone on a show is praising you, it means nobody really cares about you. Only when there's a lot of arguing does it show that the audience is truly interested. Let them argue, we'll just watch."

The assistant nodded as if he understood, and made a note on the tablet.

……

Meanwhile, in Sun Xuerong's living room, a completely different scene was unfolding compared to Chen Chu's daily life.

The clock struck twelve.

On the long table in the restaurant, the food was neatly arranged: four dishes and a soup, with precise portions, neither too much nor too little.

Sun Xuerong sat at one end of the dining table, her husband Wu Jianguo sat at the other end, and their daughter Wu Zixi sat quietly to the side, her hands neatly placed on her knees and her back straight.

Grandpa Wu sat in the main seat, with a clean bowl and chopsticks in front of him.

No one touched their chopsticks.

Wu Zixi's gaze fell on the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs on the table, but she didn't reach out, nor did she linger her gaze on it for long.

It wasn't until Grandpa Wu picked up his chopsticks, took the first bite of food, and slowly chewed and swallowed that Sun Xuerong picked up her own chopsticks and said something to her daughter.

"Eat."

Wu Zixi then picked up her chopsticks and began to eat. Her movements were elegant and restrained; she didn't move her chopsticks much when picking up food, and she chewed each bite of rice thoroughly before swallowing.

The atmosphere at the dining table was so quiet that only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard.

After finishing her meal, Wu Zixi took her bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen sink, but didn't turn around and leave immediately. She walked to Grandpa Wu's side, bent down slightly, and spoke in a soft but clear voice.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling today? Is there anything bothering you?"

Grandpa Wu waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's all good, it's all good."

Wu Zixi nodded, then turned and walked towards her room.

It was 12:50. She took off her coat, folded it neatly, and placed it on the bedside table before lying down. At 1:00, she closed her eyes, her breathing even. At 1:30, just as the second hand passed twelve, she opened her eyes. Without lingering in bed, she got up, put on her slippers, and went into the bathroom. Five minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom precisely on time, her hair neatly combed again. At 1:35, she sat at her desk, opened a book—an excerpt from a classic literary work—and began to read.

Twenty minutes later, she closed the book, stood up, slung her backpack over her shoulder, changed her shoes, and stood in the entryway.

At 1:55, she pushed open the door and set off for school on time.

Sun Xuerong stood by the living room window, watching her daughter walk out of the community gate, a satisfied smile on her face.

Speaking to the camera—the one installed in her home for the TV program—she said, "A child's sense of time and discipline needs to be cultivated from a young age. If you give her a clear framework, she won't be confused, waste time, or take detours."

The live stream chat instantly split into two camps, but the voices of the supporters clearly prevailed.

[My goodness, what an amazing child! She's so disciplined! If my daughter were half as easy to manage, I'd be laughing in my sleep.]

[They eat at midnight, sleep at 1 a.m., and wake up at 1:30 p.m.—their time management is better than mine. I spend twenty minutes every day just getting them out of bed…]

This is true education. When rules are established, children naturally know what to do. Unlike some families where children do whatever they want without any discipline.

I want to educate my child this way too! Could Teacher Sun publish a book? I'd definitely buy it!

[But honestly... don't you guys think this is a bit suffocating? People aren't machines, how can they be completely error-free? This child's every day is meticulously planned out; does she have any free time left?]

Here we go again, always blaming her for suffocating. The child hasn't said anything, and you, an outsider, are suffocating her for her? A disciplined life is a free life, don't you understand?

The comments section split into two factions once again, clashing fiercely on the screen.

On the other side of the city, in Chen Chu's living room, the scene was completely different.

After finishing his meal, Chen Chu tossed his bowl and chopsticks into the sink, let out a satisfied burp, walked to the sofa, and collapsed onto it.

He sank into the sofa cushions, let out a comfortable groan, and then closed his eyes.

In less than thirty seconds, her breathing became even and long, and she fell asleep.

The TV was still on, playing some kind of martial arts drama, and the sound of clashing swords became his background noise.

Chen Ziran didn't sleep. He sat cross-legged on the living room carpet, a laptop in front of him, a tense and exciting FPS game playing on the screen.

His fingers flew across the keyboard and mouse, while the sounds of gunfire and footsteps filled his headphones.

During the game's loading interval, which lasted only a dozen seconds, he quickly picked up an English vocabulary book next to him, muttered something under his breath, and rapidly scanned a few lines of words.

As soon as the match success notification sounded, he immediately put down his vocabulary book, picked up the mouse again, and plunged into a new round of gunfights.

When the viewers in the live chat saw this, they all couldn't hold back their laughter.

【Wait, Ziran, what are you doing? Playing games while memorizing vocabulary? You're a time management master!】

Chen Ziran was wearing headphones and didn't see the comments, but he was muttering something to himself.

"Abandon, abandon, give up, discard..."

Then he slammed down the left mouse button, and an enemy on the screen fell to the ground. "Abandon, got it."

He chuckled and shrugged smugly. "Of course, I cherish every minute of my time."

[Dude, the high school entrance exam is coming up soon and you're frantically trying to improve your scores, and you call that making the most of your time???]

[Ziran: Playing games is my main job, memorizing vocabulary is a side job. Don't confuse the primary and secondary tasks.]

Chen Chu was sleeping like a log over there, while his son was playing video games and memorizing vocabulary over here—this family's dynamic was quite unique.

Sometimes I really can't tell whether it's Ziran or Chen Chu taking care of the child.

After finishing a game, Chen Ziran stretched and saw the comments on the screen, then replied with a grin.

"The high school entrance exam is still several months away, no rush. Let's focus on getting good grades first, then memorize the vocabulary. That way, the exam will go smoothly, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

After he finished speaking, he started the next game, and the mouse clicked again.