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

Chen Chu helped Chen Xiayu rinse the foam off her hair, wrapped her little head in a towel to make a fluffy ball, and patted her back.

"Alright, go find your brother and play."

Chen Xiayu ran towards the kitchen, shouting, "Brother, I want to eat watermelon..."

Chen Chu stood up, draped a towel over the rack, wiped his hands, and then walked to the kitchen doorway. He leaned against the doorframe and watched Chen Ziran cutting a watermelon.

Chen Ziran put the watermelon in a bowl, stuck toothpicks in it, and prepared to eat it while playing games later.

Chen Chu didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Chen Ziran felt the gaze behind him and paused for a moment, but did not turn around. He neatly arranged the sliced ​​watermelon on a plate, then cut a small piece and handed it to Chen Xiayu, asking her to sit down at the table and eat.

After doing all this, he turned around and met Chen Chu's gaze.

"What's up?" Chen Chu's tone was casual, but his gaze as he looked at Chen Ziran was one of careful scrutiny, like an experienced doctor observing a patient's complexion.

Chen Ziran opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head, his voice much softer than usual.

"Dad... I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I think... I did some things wrong in the past."

Chen Chu raised an eyebrow slightly, but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Chen Ziran took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, and then looked up at Chen Chu with a serious expression that seemed out of place for someone his age.

"I should have been more understanding of you sooner. I shouldn't have been so temperamental. My grades were so bad back then, you must have been under a lot of pressure... When relatives asked about it or teachers called, you had to cover for me. I should have been more sensible sooner."

After he finished speaking, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look Chen Chu in the eye. He then lowered his head and stared at the floor beneath his feet.

Chen Chu was stunned for a moment.

That moment of stunned silence was brief, lasting only a second or two. Then a smile blossomed on his face. It wasn't his usual teasing, roguish smile, but a warmer smile, one that shone with light in his eyes.

He stepped forward, reached out, and gave Chen Ziran's head a good pat, his voice filled with undisguised praise and delight.

"You're awesome, kid!"

Chen Ziran's head tilted to the side after being rubbed by him, and he looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Huh?! This is great too?"

"Of course it's great!"

Chen Chu withdrew his hand, looked at Chen Ziran, and said with excitement, "It's already remarkable that you can recognize your mistakes and want to correct them. But what's most important is that you actually came to apologize to me, and even said it in front of so many people in the live broadcast room."

"You should know that many people are unwilling to admit they are wrong. They would rather push the blame onto others than bow their heads and say 'It was my fault'."

He patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, his tone filled with genuine pride: "And you, son, you said it so openly. You're amazing, my good son. If anyone in this world could be president if they could admit their mistakes and correct them, you would definitely be president."

Chen Ziran was somewhat dizzy from the barrage of praise.

He stood there, his expression shifting from confusion to embarrassment, and then from embarrassment to an irrepressible smile.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably. He tried to purse his lips, but it was no use. The smile overflowed from his eyes, from his eyebrows, and from the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.

He lowered his head, rubbed the floor with his toes, and spoke with an awkwardness that was trying to suppress a laugh.

"Ah... I... Dad... you... haha... it's not actually that good..."

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, but the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher. Finally, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. He quickly turned around and pretended to tidy up the watermelon on the cutting board, but his trembling shoulders betrayed him.

【No, Chen Gou, are you trying to appease our Ziran?】

[“You could definitely be president,” I’m speechless at this kind of praise, but Ziran’s smile is just too much, hahaha!]

Although it seems exaggerated, I'm actually a little envious... I don't think my parents have ever praised me like this before.

I did an experiment: if I came home with first place in a test, my mom would say, "Don't be arrogant"; if I did something good, my dad would say, "That's what you should do." I've never heard the words "You're amazing" come out of their mouths.

[Actually, Chen Chu's way of praising Zi Ran is quite correct. He's not praising Zi Ran for being smart or capable; he's praising Zi Ran for "being able to admit and correct his mistakes." This approach of praising specific actions is much more scientific than praising talent.]

Education Bureau.

Zhao Dabiao sat on the sofa, in front of him...

The screen is showing this scene in Chen Chu's kitchen.

When he saw Chen Chu rubbing Chen Ziran's head and saying "You're amazing," the teacup in his hand froze in mid-air, and the expression on his face turned into a slightly complicated mix of laughter and tears.

He shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Hearing the laughter, Xia Shu glanced at Zhao Dabiao with some surprise. This bureau chief had laughed several times today, which was rare in previous program recordings.

Zhao Dabiao put down his teacup and looked at the screen showing two people, one big and one small, standing in the kitchen. One was laughing happily, while the other, though saying "it's not that good," was laughing more heartily than anyone else.

He paused, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I never expected Chen Chu's parenting style to be so unique..."

In another city at the same time.

The atmosphere in Wang Wenwu's restaurant was far less relaxed than that in Chen Chu's.

Zhou Lin brought the last dish to the table, took off her apron and hung it on the back of her chair, then turned to Wang Minghui, who was sitting on the living room sofa playing on his phone: "Minghui, go and call your brother down for dinner."

Wang Minghui didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the phone screen, muttering with displeasure, "Why bother calling him if he won't eat it himself?"

Zhou Lin frowned slightly, her tone still gentle but with an added air of unyielding insistence: "You can't say that. He's your brother."

Wang Minghui finally looked up, tossed his phone onto the sofa, and said with a childlike resentment, "But he yelled at me last time, he called me a busybody and told me to get lost. He was so mean to me, why should I be nice to him?"

Zhou Lin walked up to Wang Minghui, squatted down to his level, and spoke patiently and gently, "Family members shouldn't hold grudges. He's your brother, and he's just under a lot of pressure. Could you go and call him?"

[Zhou Lin is really something... Wang Zihao is so cold to her, yet she's still so patient with him.]

Indeed, although she's a stepmother, she's not the stereotypical wicked stepmother. She's kind, beautiful, and genuinely cares about Wang Zihao.

[Haha, who knows if she's faking it? Of course, she has to be a good person in front of the camera, but who knows what she's really like behind the scenes?]

[To the person above, how dark must your heart be to say such a thing? Doesn't Wang Zihao know whether she treats him well or not?]

Wang Minghui pursed his lips, his face full of reluctance. He stood up from the sofa and walked towards the stairs, muttering to himself.

"Hmph... I don't want to call him that. He's completely useless, only good at bullying his own family. If he didn't have money, he'd probably get beaten up three times a day at school."

His voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for Zhou Lin, who was walking behind him, to hear, and just loud enough for the radio in the living room to pick up.

Wang Minghui had one more thing he didn't say aloud, but that's what he was thinking. Besides, everyone knew that Wang Zihao had cheated.

He hates people like that the most.

They got their grades by cheating, but they still pretended to be "very hardworking".

Nausea!

But he did not refute his mother's words.

He walked to the door of Wang Zihao's room on the second floor. The door was not closed properly, leaving a crack.

He was about to knock on the door when he caught a glimpse of the room through the crack. Wang Zihao was sitting in front of the computer, a chat interface on the screen. He had an expression on his face that Wang Minghui rarely saw, an expression that was both smiling and ingratiating. His entire demeanor was completely different from his usual gloomy appearance.

Wang Minghui paused for a moment, then reached out and pushed the door open.

Wang Zihao was startled by the sudden opening of the door. He turned around abruptly and saw Wang Minghui standing in the doorway. His expression instantly changed from surprise to rage.

He slammed the laptop screen shut with a loud "bang," the sound like a whip cracking in the room: "Who let you in?!"

Wang Minghui was startled by his loud voice and took a half step back, but he quickly regained his composure, stiffened his neck, and said unhappily, "I called you to eat. Eat it or don't."

Wang Zihao stood up from his chair. He was much taller than Wang Minghui and glared down at the uninvited guest, his voice filled with the embarrassment and anger of someone whose private space had been invaded: "Get out! Didn't I teach you to knock before entering a room?"

Wang Minghui was about to turn and leave, but the imperious tone in Wang Zihao's words felt like a thorn in his pride.

He stopped and turned around, his gaze falling on Wang Zihao's closed laptop, a malicious smile curving his lips.

"What, are you afraid I'll see you chatting with your online goddesses? Afraid I'll see you pretending to be a male god online?"

Wang Zihao's expression changed in that instant.

Wang Minghui hit the nail on the head regarding the deepest pain in his heart.

In real life, he is not good-looking, a bit fat, his hair is greasy and sloppy because he has not taken care of it for a long time, and his skin is sallow and rough because he stays up late playing games.

He didn't act like a "rich kid" at all; instead, he seemed more like a homeless person who had spent three days and three nights in an internet cafe.

However, online, he is a different person.

He used money to create a persona for himself, using a deep voice and lavish gifts to portray a "mysterious and wealthy" image in front of those girls.

This is the only place where he can find a sense of existence.

This is the only place he can escape reality.

But Wang Minghui, this seven or eight-year-old brat, tore his carefully maintained facade to shreds with just one sentence.

Wang Zihao unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

He took a step forward and stood in front of Wang Minghui. The height difference between the two made the scene extremely oppressive.

His voice was low, carrying an intense, suppressed anger.

"Say it again?"

Looking into Wang Zihao's fiery eyes, Wang Minghui was genuinely afraid. He knew he couldn't beat Wang Zihao, who was a head taller and stronger than him.

But he has a stubbornness in his personality that is exactly the same as Wang Zihao's; the more he is threatened, the less he is willing to show weakness.

His neck stiffened even more, his voice trembled slightly, but he remained stubborn.

"Did I say something wrong? Aren't you an online heartthrob?"

At this moment, Wang Zihao's last thread of reason snapped.

"Damn it, you little brat, you're asking for it!"

He suddenly swung his fist and smashed it towards Wang Minghui.