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

Zhao Shuilan sat in the guest seat of the control room, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

She was speechless for a while after Chen Chu retorted, "Are your mouths inlaid with gold?" But her pride as an education expert and her professional inertia made it impossible for her to admit defeat so easily.

She took a deep breath, readjusted her posture, and changed her expression from the embarrassment of being rebuked back to a feigned composure.

"You're just spouting sophistry. It's unrealistic." Her voice was a bit deeper than before, as if she were trying to control the situation. "According to you, parents don't have to care about anything? Children can do whatever they want? Wouldn't society be in chaos?"

She paused for a moment, as if she had found a strong argument, and turned her gaze to Zhou Zhenyang sitting next to her.

"Take Dr. Zhou as an example. If his parents hadn't supervised him from a young age and disciplined him, could he have become the doctor he is today?"

Zhou Zhenyang's body stiffened slightly.

Zhao Shuilan's words were like a finger, accurately hitting the point he couldn't refute.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

Because Zhao Shuilan is right.

His parents did discipline him and played the role of "pushers" in his upbringing.

If it weren't for their strict requirements and constant pressure, he would likely still be that wild boy drifting through life in the alley, instead of Dr. Zhou sitting on a national-level educational program now.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

The idea was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or spit out.

Zhou Zhenyang's gaze unconsciously turned to Chen Chu's image on the monitor screen, his eyes filled with an expectation he himself was unaware of, as if he were waiting for someone to say the words he couldn't say himself.

Chen Chu saw Zhou Zhenyang's expression. That silent, conflicted, hesitant expression was like a mirror, reflecting countless souls bound by the idea of ​​"for your own good." He leaned back on the sofa, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

This time, the suppressed anger in his voice had subsided somewhat, replaced by something colder and sharper.

"So, aren't you bunch of people who just talk the talk, even more outrageous?"

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a clear ice bead hitting the air.

"It was clearly his own hard work, but you attributed it to yours. It was clearly all the nights he stayed up, all the problems he solved, all the sweat he shed, but you just open your mouths and it all becomes your credit."

His voice suddenly rose: "On what grounds?"

This "Why?" seemed to explode in the silent room.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

"Why is it that you can steal all his efforts and all his sweat just by opening your mouths? And attribute all the credit to your discipline?"

Chen Chu stared directly into the camera, as if trying to look directly into Zhao Shuilan's eyes through the screen.

"On what grounds?"

"Look at me!"

"Tell me, on what grounds!"

The entire live stream seemed to have been muted.

The scrolling speed of the comments slowed down noticeably, and those who were typing stopped their fingers, stunned by the words.

Zhao Shuilan's mouth opened and closed, like a fish being pulled out of the water.

Her eyes flickered a few times, and finally she could only force herself to utter a weak and feeble sentence: "But... the parents did discipline their child... that fact cannot be denied..."

Chen Chu smiled.

That smile was devoid of any warmth; the curve of her lips carried an undisguised irony.

He tilted his head and said in an extremely relaxed tone, "Damn it, anyone can open their mouth."

His tone suddenly changed, and he said in a deliberately serious voice, "Expert Zhao, I order you to get into Tsinghua University."

Zhao Shuilan was stunned: "...What do you mean?"

Chen Chu spread his hands, a smile on his face that made everyone want to punch him: "I'm doing this for your own good, would I ever harm you?"

Zhao Shuilan opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She wanted to argue, to say "this is different" or "you are changing the subject," but the words just wouldn't come out.

Because she knew better than anyone else that these two things were indeed interconnected in essence.

They all adopt a condescending attitude, telling others "what you should do," and using the phrase "for your own good" to disguise their interference in and command of others' lives.

She didn't know how to answer, so she remained silent.

That silence seemed to last exceptionally long in the live stream.

In the control room, the director looked at Zhao Shuilan's speechless face on the monitor screen and couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

"Chen Chu... he's actually got some skills."

This debate left both education experts speechless. I wonder what his ex-wife was thinking, why she divorced him in the first place…

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized who was sitting next to him, so he quickly shut his mouth and glanced at Zhao Dabiao somewhat awkwardly.

Zhao Dabiao didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on Chen Chu's image on the monitor screen. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke, his voice soft but each word carrying weight.

"This parent has unique and profound experience in education."

He turned his head, glanced at the director, and added calmly, "Inviting him was the right decision."

The director paused for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, Director Zhao is right..."

He secretly pondered whether he should make more slices of Chen Chu.

Such talented guests are a rare resource. Making more clips and releasing them might just push the show's popularity to another level.

But then he thought about it again, shook his head, and rejected the idea in his mind.

Forget it.

The fact that Chen Chu's words today resonated with so many people suggests that people have already started dissecting him.

There are plenty of people online whose hands are faster than their brains; it's none of his business to worry about this.

At the same time.

On the other side of the city, in an office building, a live-streaming sales event has just ended.

Xu Danian turned off the fill light and equipment in front of him, let out a long sigh of relief, and then turned to look at Xu Ziang sitting next to him.

Xu Ziang was looking down, huddled on the sofa, like a plant wilted by the sun.

He had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, his face was sallow, and he exuded a weariness that seemed to seep into his very bones.

He had just spent nearly four hours in the live stream selling goods with his father, from 2 p.m. to 6 p.m., with only a ten-minute break in between.

He kept laughing, kept talking, and kept going along with his father's various impromptu remarks, like a wind-up toy.

Now that the clockwork has stopped, it has collapsed.

Xu Danian frowned deeply as he looked at his son's lifeless appearance.

He couldn't help but speak up, his voice filled with undisguised impatience: "Who are you trying to impress with that sour face all the time?"

Xu Ziang didn't look up. He kept his head down, staring at his fingers resting on his knees, his voice so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"I have to teach classes...and do live streams...it's too tiring."

These words were like a match, instantly igniting the powder keg within Xu Danian.

His voice suddenly rose several decibels, carrying a fierce reaction of being offended.

"What do you mean?!"

"Do you think I want you to work this hard? Do you think I want you to do live streams after school? What am I after? I just want you to save more money and have more options. What good does studying do these days? What good is graduating from a good university? You're still just working for someone else! I'm making you do live streams, teaching you how to do business, and letting you get into society early. Am I wrong?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"Don't be ungrateful! Do you know how many people outside want to get into this circle but can't? How much effort did your father put into bringing you in? And you, you're always complaining about being tired! Tired? When I was your age, I was already working in the fields! Do you even know what it means to be tired?"

"You think I'm happy about this? I'm only doing this for your own good."