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

The barrage of comments was getting faster and faster. The screen was filled with "Stop memorizing, stop memorizing" and "Focus on the game" which almost completely obscured the game screen.

Chen Ziran was controlling his character to climb through a window into the room when he caught a glimpse of the comments on the screen, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

[Ziran, please, stop memorizing. Every word you memorize makes my conscience ache.]

"You're making us look useless, you know? I can't even hear what my teammates are saying when I'm playing games, and you're supposed to be memorizing vocabulary?"

I'll send you a gift, can you just focus on playing the game? Please.

A carnival-themed animated effect exploded on the screen. Then two more, then three more.

Chen Ziran's mouse paused for a moment, then he let out an exaggerated, almost deliberate wail: "No! You're ruining me! I need to study! I need to take the high school entrance exam!"

His tone was full of sorrow and helplessness, as if he were acting out a tragic drama.

But his hands didn't stop moving at all; the character precisely blew an enemy's head off in the alleyway battle.

The comments section was even more fun.

[Hahaha, Ziran says no, but her actions say otherwise.]

Keep scrolling! Keep scrolling until he's too scared to memorize words!

[Ziran, don't blame us, blame yourself for improving too fast. You've already reached 600 points, what if you sprint for another few dozen days? You'll be a legend! Your rapid progress makes us look like fools. So, just focus on playing games, no studying allowed.]

Chen Ziran looked at the line of comments and let out another drawn-out wail: "No, no, this kind of thing..."

As he wailed, he flipped through a page of his vocabulary book and quickly muttered "consequence," then gripped the mouse again and fired a precise burst of recoil, taking down two enemies.

His face was filled with the pain of being "forced into a corner," but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. If someone looked closely at his expression, they would notice the barely suppressed smile at the corner of his mouth, which was not at all a look of torment.

Because he discovered something.

Something that even he himself found unbelievable.

When he was playing games while memorizing vocabulary, those words seemed to be nailed into his brain by something, clear, firm, and unforgettable.

His brain works much faster than usual when he's playing games. The activity of his neurons is stimulated to a peak by the game, and any information put into it in this state will be processed and stored with extremely high efficiency.

He used to have to repeat a word several times to barely remember it, and then he would forget it again after a couple of days.

Now he can memorize a word at a glance, and even after the game is over, he can clearly recall the word's location in his vocabulary book, the example sentence next to it, and even the font size.

This experience is amazing.

It feels like you discover that what takes others an hour to do, you can do in ten minutes, and you still have fifty minutes to do what you like.

This charade must continue.

He needs to make those who tipped him feel like they were genuinely "forced" to play the game all afternoon, rather than enjoying it.

So he continued to wail, continued to accept gifts, and continued to squeeze in flipping through his vocabulary book amidst the hail of bullets in the game.

But netizens aren't stupid.

Wait a minute. How come this kid doesn't lose any points in the game? And that word he was memorizing earlier, "consequence," I glanced at the spelling when he turned the page, and he just looked at it once and then remembered it?

[I've been observing him for a while. Every time he memorizes a word, he can use it accurately when interacting with the viewers in the live chat. Just now, when he said "consequence," his pronunciation was so perfect it didn't sound like he was reading from a textbook.]

[Damn, I think I get it. Does this kid actually have a better memory when playing games?]

[Wait, what kind of talent is this? Multitasking without neglecting either?]

When Chen Ziran saw that some people in the live chat were starting to expose his trick, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be focused on playing the game, but his guilty expression had already betrayed him.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Sun Xuerong's live broadcast room was completely different.

The screen was filled with rows of praise, almost all of them unanimously complimenting Wu Zixi for being sensible, Sun Xuerong for her effective parenting, and some even saying they wished their own children could be as worry-free as her.

Sun Xuerong sat on the sofa in the living room, a gentle and satisfied smile on her face, answering the audience's questions one by one.

Her demeanor was elegant and composed, and every answer she gave was flawless, like a carefully rehearsed speech.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, said to the camera, "Let me see what the other families are doing."

She picked up her phone, opened the official page of the "Effective Parenting" program, found Chen Chu's live stream, and her expression changed visibly the moment the screen lit up.

In the video, Chen Chu is lying on the sofa in a starfish position with his mouth slightly open, fast asleep.

Leftover dishes and chopsticks were piled on the coffee table, and had not been cleared away.

Chen Ziran, the student who scored 600 points, was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, wearing headphones, staring intently at the computer screen.

The screen clearly displayed a first-person shooter game. Gunshots and explosions came clearly from the speakers.

Sun Xuerong's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone. A fleeting moment of composure crossed her face, which she quickly recovered from.

But the barely suppressed anger in his voice still got through the microphone.

"Lunchtime is the golden time for rest. Why let the child play games after lunch instead of cleaning up the dishes or taking a nap? Doesn't he know this will affect the child's learning efficiency in the afternoon?"

She put down her teacup, sat up straight, and said, "To put it bluntly, Chen Chu's actions are completely irresponsible. I suggest viewers report him. This kind of livestream shouldn't exist; it's poisoning the minds of teenagers."

The atmosphere in her live stream instantly shifted.

[Teacher Sun is right! Letting children play video games at lunchtime is outrageous!]

[Let's report it! I'm going to report it right now!]

[Does he really think he's something special just because he got 600 on one test? If he keeps going like this, he'll definitely drop back down next time.]

[Support Teacher Sun! This kind of irresponsible parent should be punished!]

Within minutes, thousands of reports flooded the platform's backend. The reasons for the reports were neatly arranged: "harming the physical and mental health of teenagers," "promoting negative values," and "the live stream content is not suitable for minors."

Chen Ziran was controlling his character as he rushed towards the last combat zone. His fingers had developed a smooth muscle memory, making his movements fluid and effortless. He had just thrown a flashbang, preparing to storm the room, when the screen suddenly went black.

It wasn't just a black screen in the game. The entire live stream went black. A few lines of white text popped up in the center of the screen: "Hello, your live stream has been suspended due to violation of platform rules. Please click the button below to appeal."

Chen Ziran stood there, his fingers still in the position of holding the mouse, looking like a statue that had been paused.

He blinked, then blinked again, before abruptly turning to look at Chen Chu, who was still fast asleep on the sofa: "No, Dad! What happened! Why did this happen?"

His voice was filled with confusion, "I didn't do anything! I just played some games and memorized some vocabulary, how did that break the rules?!"

On the sofa, Chen Chu turned over, mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, and then fell silent again.

Chen Ziran stared at the black screen, then glanced at the still-open vocabulary book beside him, and his lips twitched.

He felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton; he was clearly enjoying himself when suddenly his source of pleasure was cut off.

He sat back down on the carpet, crossed his arms, and stared at the black screen, his expression changing several times.

[I'm dying of laughter! I've never seen Ziran's expression so funny. It's like he was walking down the street when someone suddenly hit him on the back with a stick.]

Chen Chu was sleeping like a log, completely unaware that his son had just been subjected to cyberbullying.

However, aren't those who reported it going a bit too far? What someone wants to do at noon is none of your business!

[Didn't you watch Teacher Sun's live stream? He said it's for the good of teenagers. Playing games at noon is definitely not good.]