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

Chen Ziran stared at the black screen for a full half minute, his expression shifting from shock to grievance and then to an indescribable emptiness, like someone enjoying a delicious meal whose plate was suddenly taken away.

He put down his vocabulary book, leaned against the edge of the sofa, and let out a long sigh.

"No more live streams...it's boring now..."

He rubbed his face, feeling completely unwell.

That feeling was strange.

Before he started streaming, he was quite happy playing games by himself.

But ever since he got used to having people watching him play games while memorizing vocabulary, sending him gifts and yelling "Stop memorizing!" when he memorized a word, and cheering him on when he showed off his skills, it feels like something is missing when he plays games alone.

It's like eating hot pot without dipping sauce; it's missing its soul.

He sat on the carpet for a while, then suddenly stood up, picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed Yang Xunran's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and a muffled, sleepy voice came from the other end.

"What...what are you doing...I'm sleeping..."

Yang Xunran's voice sounded like it was coming from under the covers, carrying the languor and reluctance of someone whose afternoon nap had been disturbed.

"Stop sleeping! Log on now!" Chen Ziran's voice was full of energy. "Let's play games together!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Yang Xunran's voice became noticeably more awake, carrying a hint of barely concealed excitement: "Playing games? That sounds great!"

There was a rustling sound coming from his side, which sounded like someone sitting up in bed.

Yang Xunran was overjoyed.

Ziran has finally stopped studying!

I finally remembered my good brother!

During this period, Chen Ziran studied like he was on steroids, causing him to lose hundreds of points in ranked matches. Finally, Ziran returned!

His voice held an undisguised amusement: "You wait, I'll be right there!"

Chen Ziran hung up the phone and turned to look at the photographer who had been standing in the corner of the living room. The guy carrying the equipment was leaning against the wall, looking bored, with the camera pointed at Chen Chu, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. He obviously also felt that there was nothing to photograph about this family's lunchtime scene.

Chen Ziran waved to him: "Brother, come and take a picture of me."

The photographer was taken aback: "Huh? Wasn't your livestream banned?"

Chen Ziran grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"The live stream room is banned, but you're not. You can still film me, right? It's just that there are no comments or donations."

He patted the computer desk. "As the saying goes, there are always more solutions than problems. Come on, pat me while I play games."

The photographer glanced at Chen Chu, who was still fast asleep on the sofa, then at Chen Ziran's bright eyes, and reluctantly carried the camera over, pointing the lens at Chen Ziran's computer screen and his mischievous face.

【Wait, you can do that???】

Are you treating us like some shocked bystanders?

[Photographer: Did I come here to shoot parenting education videos or e-sports live streams?]

Ziran has gone astray! He used to be an honest kid, but now he's always finding ways to get away with things!

Chen Ziran glanced at the camera. Although he couldn't see the comments, he knew that countless eyes were watching him from behind the screen.

He gave a strange laugh and rubbed his hands together in front of the camera.

"These things should be used wisely."

The game has finished loading.

Yang Xunran's character was already standing at the spawn point waiting for him, wearing a flashy skin and holding a cool-looking rifle, bouncing around on the screen.

Yang Xunran's voice came through the voice channel: "Ziran, you're here! Hurry, hurry, I'll take you flying!"

The two were quickly matched into a game.

The first few minutes went smoothly. The two worked together to search for supplies, move around, and fight. Chen Ziran's skills were as sharp as ever, and he took down several enemies in a row.

Yang Xunran yelled in the voice chat, "Wow, Ziran! Your marksmanship hasn't gotten any worse!"

Then came the first death.

Chen Ziran's character was taken down by enemies lying in ambush at a corner.

During the ten or so seconds of waiting for teammates to rescue us, the voice channel was quiet for a moment, and then a clear and calm voice suddenly rang out.

"Abandon, to give up. Abnormal, unusual. Aboard, on a ship."

Yang Xunran's fingers, which were controlling the character, suddenly stopped, and he almost bumped his head against the wall.

He paused for two seconds, then asked cautiously in a tentative tone, "...Ziran, what are you doing?"

"Memorize vocabulary."

Chen Ziran spoke with an air of self-righteousness, as if it were a matter of course.

Yang Xunran was completely dumbfounded. His voice rose eight octaves: "No way, you told me to go online and play games, but you were memorizing vocabulary words while playing? Are you trying to trick me?"

His tone was filled with anger and resentment at being betrayed. "I thought you were finally going to take a break! I thought you were asking me to play games because you missed me! Turns out you just wanted to study somewhere else, right?"

Chen Ziran was rescued and returned to the game, his voice tinged with laughter: "Isn't this a win-win situation? When I die while playing games, I have nothing to do, so I can use that time to memorize some words, right?"

Yang Xunran gritted his teeth, took off his best sniper rifle and threw it on the ground: "Ziran, don't carry it anymore. I'll give you the sniper rifle, okay? Just focus on the game, don't carry it anymore, please."

His voice carried a humble plea.

Chen Ziran happily picked up the sniper rifle, his tone full of gratitude: "Okay, thank you, Xunran-ge!"

Then, in the next team fight, he died again.

And the moment he was eliminated, that familiar sound of memorizing vocabulary rang out again in the voice channel.

"Absorb, to absorb. Abstract, abstract..."

Yang Xunran fell silent. He suddenly felt like a tool being used repeatedly.

[Hahahaha, my Xunran has become Ziran's little toy!]

I asked my buddy to play games online, but he was secretly studying... Just imagining that scene sends chills down my spine.

Yang Xunran should make Ziran pay for the companionship fee and compensation for emotional distress!

[Dude, what's the point of asking for money... Wait, I'm also Ziran's friend, but he's never asked me to play games. So what floor am I on?]

The photographer carried the camera and filmed Chen Ziran playing games for a while, then filmed him memorizing vocabulary words after he died in the game. His lips twitched several times.

He's been in this industry for several years and has filmed all sorts of families—some chaotic, some heartwarming, some with misunderstandings—but this is the first time he's ever filmed a child playing video games while memorizing vocabulary words, and doing both quite well.

He didn't know whether to say the kid was incredibly self-disciplined or that he was severely addicted to the internet.

He idly turned the camera around, scanning the living room. Chen Chu was still asleep on the sofa, his position changing from starfish to lying on his side, one leg draped over the armrest, mumbling something in his sleep.

The leftover dishes and chopsticks were still piled up on the coffee table, and the grease had dried on the plates.

Then his camera panned towards the corridor.

A small figure was standing at the bedroom door.

Chen Xiayu woke up.

She was wearing pajamas with a bunny pattern, her hair was messy, and she was rubbing one eye, clearly having just woken up from a nap.

She stood at the doorway, looking at Chen Chu on the sofa, then at the unwashed dishes on the coffee table. To the photographer's surprise, she didn't go over to wake Chen Chu, nor did she cry and demand her father.

She walked to the coffee table, tiptoed, stretched out her two small hands, picked up a plate, and carefully walked towards the kitchen.

The photographer paused for a moment, then quickly pointed the camera at her.

Chen Xiayu placed the plate in the kitchen sink, then moved a small stool from the corner of the wall—the stool she usually used to stand on when washing her hands—and placed it steadily in front of the sink.

She stepped onto the stool, stood on tiptoe, and her two little hands just reached the edge of the sink.

She turned on the tap, and water gushed out, splashing all over her face.

She exclaimed "Ouch!", shrank back, and then reached out to turn the tap down a little.

I squeezed some dish soap onto the dishcloth, grabbed a plate and started scrubbing. My movements were clumsy but earnest. My little fingers gripped the dishcloth and wiped the plate back and forth.

More and more foam appeared, covering her fingers and wrists.

She raised the back of her hand and rubbed the foam off her face, but instead rubbed even more foam onto her cheeks, creating a white clump that looked like Santa's beard.

The photographer couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing the laughter, Chen Xiayu turned around and saw the camera.

She paused for a moment, then gave a slightly embarrassed smile, raised her little hand covered in soap and waved at the camera: "I'm helping Dad wash the dishes!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with the unique babyish tone of a child.

Then she lowered her head and continued washing the dishes, humming a little tune she had made up: "Wash, wash, wash, wash until it's clean, for Daddy to use..."

Although the comments weren't in Chen Ziran's live stream room, they were on the official camera position where the photographer was streaming simultaneously.

The audience went wild.

Oh my god, what an angel!

[I can't believe it! Who invented this little thing?! How can it be so cute?!]

[Waaaaah, they're trying to trick me into having a daughter again! I'll get pregnant now, okay?!]

[Hey upstairs, I remember your profile said you were a guy, right?]

[My goodness, lady, can't men have children? Don't be so stereotypical, it's really true.]

[My sister's silhouette as she washed the dishes reminded me of my daughter when she was little...it brought tears to my eyes.]

Did Chen Chu save the galaxy in his past life? Not only does he have his son help him rank up in games, but his daughter even does the dishes for him?!

After washing three plates and two bowls, Chen Xiayu jumped off the stool, her feet making a soft "smack" sound on the floor.

She wiped her wet hands with a rag, then wiped the foam off her face, and walked to the sofa. Looking at Chen Chu, who was still fast asleep, she reached out her little hand and gently patted his arm.

"Dad, I've finished washing the dishes."

Chen Chu didn't wake up, but mumbled an "uh-huh" and turned over to continue sleeping.

Chen Xiayu didn't mind. She turned around and walked to the coffee table in the living room, picked up a picture book that Chen Ziran had thrown on the floor, climbed onto the other side of the sofa, leaned against Chen Chu, opened the book, and quietly started reading.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the tips of her hair.