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

The sentiment in the comments section shifted for the third time after Zhao Shuilan said, "If you don't let your child suffer, society will make him suffer."

Yes, yes, without my parents' discipline, I would definitely amount to nothing in my life. That's right, the stricter the parents are, the better!

I support Expert Zhao's viewpoint! If my parents hadn't been so strict when I was a kid, I'd probably still be screwing screws in a factory right now.

[That's right, those who say they don't need parental discipline or that their parents are too strict are probably still children, aren't they? Are they even adults yet?]

That's right, you'll understand when you grow up that your parents are doing it for your own good.

As Zhao Shuilan watched the scrolling comments on the screen in front of her, the voices of approval felt like a warm tide, enveloping her completely.

Her lips unconsciously curled up, but she quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a more dignified and professional expression.

She cleared her throat, her voice carrying a sense of confidence and composure that came with being recognized.

"As parents, the stricter the discipline, the better. It's about taking responsibility for your children and putting pressure on them. Because without pressure, they can't improve."

She paused, her gaze becoming even more resolute: "Pressuring children is actually for their own good."

Then she turned the gun around.

Her gaze shifted from the camera lens to another screen showing footage of Chen Chu's living room.

Chen Chu was sitting on the ground, playing with Chen Xiayu's building blocks. He had built a crooked little house, and Chen Xiayu was putting a triangular block on top of it as a roof.

The scene was quiet and warm, but Zhao Shuilan's words were not so gentle as she looked at it.

"Although your child has made great progress, it's because your child is obedient, not because your parenting style is good."

Her voice was steady and clear, each word seemingly carefully considered: "Ultimately, you're just reaping the benefits of an obedient child. Your methods aren't suitable for everyone. In essence, you're leading others astray and giving them the wrong guidance."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharpening: "Mr. Chen, you can educate your children in your own way at home. But you have no right to promote your methods, which only work for specific children, to everyone on a national educational program. Because some parents who watch your program might actually try to emulate you, and their children won't be as obedient as yours. Who will be responsible if problems arise?"

Her words struck the live stream like a hammer blow, and the barrage of comments surged once again.

[Expert Zhao is right! Chen Chu's approach only works for his own child, not for everyone!]

[If I were to raise my son with the same laissez-faire attitude as Chen Chu, do you believe my son would be incredibly successful?]

Chen Chu certainly benefited from Zi Ran's obedience. Try having a disobedient child? They'll be climbing on the roof if you don't discipline them for three days.

[Expert Zhao's remarks were insightful; he didn't deny Chen Chu's achievements, but pointed out his limitations.]

In the living room, Chen Chu was still sitting on the floor, holding a blue building block in his hand, gesturing towards the crooked little house.

He seemed to sense something, looked up at the photographer's lens, then lowered his head to continue building with blocks, muttering something under his breath.

"She's right. My approach just doesn't work for everyone."

Chen Ziran was stunned, then turned to look at Chen Chu: "Dad? You've admitted defeat?"

Chen Chu placed the last building block on top, clapped his hands, looked at the completed little house, and spoke calmly as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"I have never said that my approach works for everyone. Every child is different, and there is no one-size-fits-all educational method in the world."

He stood up, dusted off his knees, and said, "But I disagree with her statement that 'pressuring children is actually for their own good.'"

He turned to face the camera, his gaze calm and firm: "Pressure is pressure. Packaging pressure as 'for your own good' doesn't change the fact that it's pressure."

Meanwhile, in the backstage corridor of the show, a middle-aged man in a gray jacket was walking slowly towards them.

His pace was not fast, but each step was steady, like someone who was used to taking his time.

His appearance wasn't particularly outstanding; he was the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd. But his gaze carried a calmness that made people hesitant to look into it for too long.

He pushed open the door to the control room.

The director was staring at the monitor screen in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he spoke to his assistant beside him.

Hearing the door being pushed open, he turned around impatiently, about to say, "Who let you in?" But when he saw who was standing in the doorway, his expression instantly changed from annoyance to shock to a sycophantic look.

"Director Zhao... Director Zhao?!" The director jumped up from his chair. "What brings you here?"

Zhao Dabiao, the director of the Municipal Education Bureau, a high-ranking official in charge of basic education in the city, stood at the door and nodded slightly to the director in a calm tone.

"I just happened to be passing by, so I came up to see how your show is going."

He walked into the control room, his gaze sweeping across several monitor screens before finally landing on the view of Chen Chu's living room, where Chen Chu was standing and saying something to the camera.

The director quickly offered his chair and gestured for his assistant to pour tea, saying hurriedly, "Director Zhao, please have a seat. Our program's ratings have been quite good lately, and there's been a lot of discussion about it online..."

Zhao Dabiao waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't sit down, but stand there looking at the screen, and said with a smile, "Tell me, what happened in today's program? I overheard some people saying on the way here that there was a fight in the live broadcast room?"

The director stood there and recounted the events of the day in detail.

From Chen Ziran being criticized by Sun Xuerong for playing games at noon, to the live stream being banned, to Chen Chu's counterattack after waking up, and then to the argument between Zhao Shuilan and Zhou Zhenyang.

He didn't embellish the story, nor did he take sides; he simply recounted the events as objectively as possible.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Dabiao's face again and added another sentence.

"Actually... I quite like Chen Chu's teaching style; it's very free."

Expert Zhao is right; disciplining children is indeed the responsibility of parents.

As for Ms. Sun... although her whistleblowing was a bit excessive, the results of her parenting are undeniable...

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, because he realized that he was saying nothing at all.

He glanced at Zhao Dabiao again, trying to glean some information from the leader's face.

pity.

Zhao Dabiao's facial expression was like a wall without any gaps. He neither nodded nor shook his head, and didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

He just stood there quietly, looking at the screen, as if he hadn't heard a word the director was saying.

The director's little scheme was thwarted by this invisible wall. Somewhat embarrassed, he touched his nose and fell silent.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Then Zhao Dabiao spoke up, "Let's continue watching the show."

"I haven't seen this kind of debate in a long time."

His tone carried an indescribable meaning; it wasn't the relaxed air of someone watching a good show, nor the heavy tone of someone worried, but rather the focused seriousness of a scholar facing a brilliant academic debate.

"Let's see who makes more sense and who can convince the audience better."

The director quickly nodded, sat back down in his seat, and refocused his attention on the monitor screen.

This seems to be a rather pragmatic leader...

He made up his mind.

The director's peripheral vision never left the quiet figure on the sofa.

Zhao Dabiao sat there, expressionless, like a silent statue. No one knew what he was thinking, nor what his attitude was towards today's argument.

He simply watched the screen, observing the experts' back-and-forth exchanges and the rising and falling voices in the comments section, silently and patiently watching.

Like someone waiting for an answer.