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

Zhao Dabiao's gaze fell on the monitor screen, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Chen Chu's words were like a pebble thrown into the calm lake of his heart.

"The essence of 'discipline' is putting pressure on children, and those who do it are irresponsible parents."

He kept pondering those words, his face still expressionless, but in his heart he was thinking: How can discipline be so irresponsible?

Isn't discipline what constitutes being responsible?

If you don't discipline them, that's what's truly irresponsible, isn't it?

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, said nothing, and continued reading.

Meanwhile, Chen Chu's voice continued to ring out in the live stream, unhurried and calm, as if he were giving a lesson.

"Discipline is not wrong, of course it is not wrong. Parents should discipline their children, I agree with that."

Chen Chu first gave the other party an affirmation, then changed the subject, "However, to throw the baby out with the bathwater, to think that discipline means putting pressure on children, or that discipline means watching children's every move 24 hours a day, is essentially irresponsible parenting."

A barrage of question marks appeared in the comments section.

【No? Chen Gou, what are you talking about? How is disciplining irresponsible? Isn't it irresponsible not to discipline at all?】

I'm confused. How does disciplining my child become irresponsible?

Sun Xuerong spoke almost simultaneously, her voice carrying a "finally caught you red-handed" tone. "Nonsense! What do you mean by discipline or shirking responsibility? Explain yourself clearly!"

Chen Chu wasn't intimidated by her imposing manner. He didn't even raise his voice, maintaining his calm tone as if chatting with a neighbor: "Discipline is certainly possible, but let's think about it, everything in excess is harmful. Of course, discipline is acceptable, but if someone is like a robot 24/7, with their wake-up time, mealtime, homework time, and bedtime all strictly scheduled, that's not discipline."

He paused, a hint of coldness in his voice, "That's called shirking responsibility."

"Shifting blame?" Sun Xuerong's brows furrowed. "Explain yourself clearly. How did I shift blame?"

Chen Chu slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth; the expression wasn't exactly a smile, but more like a posture of being ready.

"Expert Sun, putting everything else aside, can you guarantee that you'll get up on time every day? Can you guarantee that you'll eat on time every day? Can you guarantee that you'll dedicate time to improving yourself every day?"

Sun Xuerong was stunned.

Her mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

Her brain was racing, trying to find a counter-argument, but how could that be possible?

She's not a robot.

She also has times when she oversleeps, times when she doesn't want to eat, and times when she lies on the sofa scrolling through her phone until midnight and then tells herself, "I'll improve tomorrow."

She is an ordinary person, with all the laziness and irregularities of an ordinary person.

How could she possibly be so punctual every single day, without the slightest error?

"...How could that be?" She could only manage to stammer out this one sentence, her tone betraying her unease at being caught off guard. "I'm not a robot, how could I possibly be on time..."

"That's right," Chen Chu replied almost immediately. "If you can't even do it yourself, why should you expect your daughter to do what she's supposed to do on time? Why should you demand that others do things you yourself can't do?"

He curled his lip slightly and said sarcastically, "Don't you think this is ridiculous? Is your daughter a robot? Or do you think your daughter would actually enjoy this kind of life?"

Sun Xuerong's expression shifted several times. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, but a barely perceptible tremor crept into it: "I'm doing this all for her own good."

As soon as he said those words, Chen Chu's expression changed.

He had been leaning back on the sofa in a relaxed and casual posture, but the moment he heard those words, he leaned forward slightly and his gaze became sharper.

His voice turned somber, the previous teasing ease gone, replaced by an undisguised, long-suppressed anger.

Chen Chu was provoked!

"What I hate most," he said, emphasizing each word, "is when people say 'it's for my own good.'"

The entire live stream room fell silent.

The scrolling speed of the comments slowed down noticeably, as if those who were typing had stopped their fingers and were waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I'm being encouraged to work hard because it's for my own good."

Making me study is for my own good.

"They made me work overtime, made me listen to my boss, and made me act like a dog..."

Chen Chu's voice grew louder and louder, until the last few words were almost squeezed out through clenched teeth, "It's all for my own good!!!!"

He slammed his hand on the sofa armrest. The sound wasn't loud, but the muffled thud was exceptionally clear in the quiet live-streaming room.

"Damn it! Why do you think this is for my own good? Why do you think that just because you say something you're doing it for my own good? Why do you think you can erase all my pain with just a few words and the excuse 'it's for my own good'?"

His gaze was like two knives, staring straight at the camera, as if he were staring at someone through the screen.

"Are your words made of gold? You think you can just say 'it's for my own good' and then do what's best for me?!"

Sun Xuerong opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and her lips pressed into a thin line. She wanted to retort, to say something to salvage the situation, but she found that she couldn't bring herself to speak.

Because Chen Chu is right. She really can't do what she demands of her daughter. She's indeed using a single sentence to justify all the control she exerts on her child.

She was silent.

After a brief pause, the comments section erupted into a frenzy, like a pot of water being boiled.

[Waaaaah... Finally, someone understands me... They keep saying "it's for my own good," but all I want is the simplest life. I don't want to earn so much money; I just want to live a peaceful and stable life...]

Sigh, Chen Gou did speak a fair word. When I was a kid, no matter what I did, a simple "It's for my own good" would shut me down completely.

You're all doing okay, but I'm truly doomed. My parents said it was for my own good, so they took out a loan to buy me a house in the city.

My mortgage is over three million, and I have to pay 15,000 every month. Every day I wake up, I have to pay 500. Now the house only costs a little over one million, which is more than half the price I paid when I bought it.

Hahaha, who among you is more miserable than me? Who's more miserable than me!

Hahaha……

I don't dare to say it yet, because if I do, they'll cry and say, "It's all for your own good."

What can I do?

They are, after all, my parents. What else can I do? Can I yell at them? "It's all for my own good," they say, "it's all for my own good..."

This comment was like a depth charge, creating ripples in the comment section.

[Bro...I want to give you a hug...This is just too tragic...]

After reading your experience, I suddenly don't find my parents' insistence on me taking the civil service exam so hard to accept... at least if I fail, I won't have to pay back three million...

[A three million mortgage, house prices halved, and I still have to pay fifteen thousand a month... What kind of human suffering is this?]

The key is that you can't tell them. If you do, your parents will cry, and if they cry, you'll soften your heart, and if you soften your heart, you'll have to continue paying that three million yuan mortgage. It's a vicious cycle with no solution.

The phrase "For your own good" truly is the heaviest shackle in the world.

The tone of the comments section underwent a complete transformation in just a few minutes. The previous voices of "Teacher Sun is right" and "We can't ignore it" were drowned out by one after another outpouring of genuine, heartbreaking stories.

Those emotions that had been suppressed for a long time and had nowhere to go in real life finally found an outlet and poured out in a torrent.

Chen Chu stared at the wounds of strangers in the live chat and remained silent for a while.

He didn't say anything more, but just sat back on the sofa and reached out to pull Chen Xiayu, who had somehow gotten close to him, onto his lap.

The little girl was still clutching a building block in her hand. She looked up at him and asked in her childish voice, "Daddy, are you angry?"

Chen Chu lowered his head, looked at the little one in his arms, reached out and gently rubbed her head, his voice returning to its gentle, slightly hoarse, tired tone.

"No. Dad isn't angry."

He paused, his gaze fixed on a point in the void, his voice lowered, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps to everyone.

"Dad just doesn't like people using 'it's for your own good' as a pretext."