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

When Li Minghui returned to the TV station, his steps were much lighter than before he left.

He held the file folder containing the signed contract in his hand, as if it were a lottery ticket that had won the grand prize, clutching it tightly. He sat in his office chair, took out the contract, looked at it again, confirmed that the signature was correct, and then put it away with satisfaction.

But he did not stop there.

Li Minghui leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, his mind like a high-speed computer, rapidly calculating all sorts of possibilities.

Two families were exchanged.

The Chen Chu family and the Wang Wenwu family are indeed a very exciting point of interest.

However, simply exchanging between two families still has too narrow a scope.

If a show wants to generate more buzz, it needs more comparisons, more conflicts, and more topics.

He picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed a number: "Hey? Help me find Xu Danian's contact information, forgot? What kind of professionalism is this! He just finished appearing on a TV show, the one where he was live-streaming and selling goods with his child. Also, help me contact Sun Xuerong, the expert, and ask if she's free this afternoon. I'd like to pay her a visit and discuss something."

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and continued tapping his fingers on the table.

Xu Danian has recently gained considerable popularity online for live-streaming e-commerce with his son, Xu Ziang.

Although the popularity largely stemmed from the controversy surrounding his parenting style, popularity is popularity, and being famous for both negative and positive reasons is still fame.

He heard that Xu Ziang has been working intensively with his father on live-streaming sales lately, spending several hours in the studio every day after school. It seems Xu Danian won't let this opportunity to capitalize on the hype pass him by.

For a parent trying to establish themselves as an "educational influencer," the opportunity to appear on a national-level educational program is like a windfall.

As for Sun Xuerong, there's no need to even mention her.

As a self-proclaimed professional education expert, she was just rendered speechless by Chen Chu's rebuttal on the show, and she must still be feeling resentful.

For someone who takes educational philosophy as their foundation, nothing is more tempting than "proving oneself through practical experience".

and……

Thinking of this, Li Minghui couldn't help but smile. Sun Xuerong was much easier to deal with than Chen Chu.

Chen Chu, that opportunistic guy, asked for 100,000 yuan the moment he opened his mouth.

But Sun Xuerong is different; what she needs is a stage to prove herself, not money.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed. He got up, grabbed his coat, and went out.

At 4:30 pm, Li Minghui sat in Sun Xuerong's living room. The Sun family's decor was completely different from Chen Chu's. Everything was neat and clean. The fruit bowls on the coffee table were arranged in a symmetrical shape, the cushions on the sofa were neatly stacked in a row, and even the remote control on the TV cabinet was placed next to the instruction manual.

Sun Xuerong sat opposite him, her back straight, her hands clasped together on her knees, her posture upright.

Li Minghui briefly explained his purpose: a family exchange, where Wu Zixi and Chen Chu's children would switch places for a week, allowing the two children to live in different family environments, with the entire process documented by the production team.

After hearing this, Sun Xuerong's face lit up with joy, and she said, "I need to talk to Zixi about this."

She stood up and walked towards the half-closed door at the end of the corridor.

Sun Xuerong pushed open the door to Wu Zixi's room.

The room was dimly lit, with the windowsill being the only source of light.

Wu Zixi was sitting at her desk with a calligraphy practice book open in front of her and a fountain pen in her hand, carefully copying the regular script characters on the book.

Her posture was perfect: her chest was a fist's distance from the edge of the table, her eyes were a foot's distance from the paper, and her back was as straight as her mother's.

She bought the calligraphy practice book herself; no one forced her to practice. Her mother believed that "handwriting is a person's face," so she would set aside half an hour every day to practice.

Hearing the door open, Wu Zixi put down her pen, turned around, and saw her mother standing in the doorway. She softly called out, "Mom."

Sun Xuerong entered the room, sat down on the edge of the bed, and glanced around the desk: calligraphy practice books, fountain pens, notebooks, textbooks. Everything was arranged neatly, like a showroom.

She withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and said, "Zixi, there's something I need to tell you."

She explained the family exchange arrangement. After she finished, she looked at Wu Zixi and asked in a democratic tone, "What do you think?"

But she didn't wait for Wu Zixi's reply.

Almost immediately after her previous sentence, she continued, "I think this is for your own good. It will broaden your horizons, help you understand the gap between you and others, let you see how other children live, and let you know what kind of lifestyle is unacceptable. It's a great opportunity for social practice."

Wu Zixi listened quietly. After her mother finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then asked, "Won't this affect my studies...?"

Sun Xuerong frowned slightly, her tone carrying an undeniable certainty: "It definitely won't have any impact. This matter is entirely beneficial."

She paused for a moment, then added a hint of pressure, "If you don't agree, you'll be responsible for any regrets later."

Wu Zixi's body stiffened slightly.

Your self-responsibility is like an invisible lock, deftly and precisely locking away all her possible objections.

She opened her mouth, her gaze slightly lowered, landing on the open calligraphy book in front of her. The characters on the book were beautiful, the kind of standard regular script without the slightest deviation, with straight horizontal and vertical strokes, perfectly orderly.

She was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, her voice very soft, like a leaf falling on water: "Okay, I'll listen to Mom."

Sun Xuerong nodded, a satisfied expression on her face, but she didn't stop there.

She stood up, patted Wu Zixi on the shoulder, and added, "This isn't something I wanted you to do; it's genuinely beneficial. You have to understand your mother's good intentions!"

Wu Zixi did not answer. She picked up her pen again, lowered her head, and continued to copy the neat and orderly regular script on the calligraphy template. The pen tip touched the paper, making a soft rustling sound, like a very small rain falling into a vast silence.

Sun Xuerong left the room, closing the door behind her. She returned to the living room, sat opposite Li Minghui, and said calmly, "Okay. Zixi agrees."

Li Minghui's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he said repeatedly, "Okay, it's settled then? The exchange time will be the same as Chen Chu's, officially starting next Monday..."

Sun Xuerong nodded: "Okay."

Li Minghui was overjoyed. He hadn't spent a single penny; a verbal agreement was all it took to complete the task.

As expected, Sun Xuerong was much more reasonable than Chen Chuming.

Chen Chu must have ripped him off with a mere ten thousand yuan.

Sun Xuerong is simply an angel.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse Chen Chu in his heart again.

He stood up, shook hands with Sun Xuerong, and then took his leave.

That evening, the production team released a preview of the family exchange segment on their official account.

Sun Xuerong's sliced ​​food at noon also drew praise.

[Teacher Sun is indeed reasonable; she even asks for the children's opinions and respects them. I give her full marks for that!]

[Yes, although Dr. Sun seems fierce on the show, he's actually very respectful of his children at home.]

[That's right, that's right! You can't judge a book by its cover. I misunderstood Teacher Sun before; from now on, I'm a die-hard fan!]

[666, I just came from the other live stream and saw someone saying "die-hard fan turning into a random person". You guys switch identities so smoothly!]

[To the person upstairs: I am indeed a passerby, but I was attracted by Professor Sun's educational philosophy. Parents who can respect their children's opinions can't be too bad, no matter how bad they are.]

Saturday is a holiday.

Yang Xunran was nestled in bed, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his face, which was flushed with excitement from staying up all night.

He had just finished watching Chen Chu's clips when he saw the show's preview and comments praising Sun Xuerong on the recommended page.

When he saw the sentence, "I am indeed a passerby, but I was attracted by Professor Sun's educational philosophy," he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He typed four words quickly on the screen and pressed send.

[You're a liar!]

Less than three minutes after the comment was posted, a reply came.

[This viewer, Jiangcheng Wu Shixun, is so rude! He has absolutely no manners. I don't know how his parents raised him!]

Upon seeing this reply, Yang Xunran's smile not only didn't fade, but deepened.

He slowly typed two words and sent them.

[I'm in a panic!]

He left the comments section, tossed his phone onto his pillow, turned over, and closed his eyes.

A faint smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

comfortable.

……

Under the same night sky, the atmosphere in Wang Wenwu's living room was not so relaxed.

Wang Zihao sat on the sofa, holding his phone in his hand. The screen showed the trailer released by the production team.

He had read the trailer and the comments section over and over again. The comments praising Sun Xuerong for "respecting children" and "asking for children's opinions" were like tiny needles pricking a soft spot in his heart.

He suddenly stood up and strode towards the living room.

Zhou Lin was washing dishes in the kitchen when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Wang Zihao standing at the kitchen door.

"I'm not going." Wang Zihao's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm. "Why should I go?"

Zhou Lin put down the bowl in her hand, wiped the water off her hands, turned around to look at him, and said in a gentle tone, "Zihao, this is the arrangement of the production team, and your father also agreed to it..."

"Other people's children, whether it's Chen Ziran or Wu Zixi, their parents always ask for their opinions!"

Wang Zihao's voice rose several decibels, filled with a long-suppressed grievance and anger, "Did you even ask my opinion? Did you ask me if I wanted to go? No! You didn't even ask me! You just decided for me!"

His chest heaved violently, his voice echoing in the kitchen: "I'm not going! I could never go! Whoever promised can go!"

Zhou Lin opened her mouth, about to say something, when the living room door was pushed open.

Wang Wenwu stood in the entryway, car keys in hand. He had clearly heard what Wang Zihao had just said; his face darkened instantly, and he strode into the living room, his gaze fixed on Wang Zihao standing at the kitchen doorway.

"What exactly do you mean?" Wang Wenwu's voice was low and suppressed, like a heavy dark cloud pressing down on the city. "I spend so much money on you every day, and you never listen to a word I say. How could I have given birth to a son like you?"

His voice rose higher and higher, "How can you face your mother?"

Wang Zihao's eyes reddened instantly, but the redness wasn't from grievance, but from anger.

He glared at Wang Wenwu, his voice trembling with emotion: "What right do you have to say that to me! What right do you have to...?"

"Have you ever seen a child yell at their parents like that?!"

Wang Wenwu's voice boomed out of him, like a thunderclap in the living room, "Have we ever mistreated you! Your brother called you to eat, and you even hit him! Whose temper did you take after?! I'm so disappointed in you!"

Those last few words were like a heavy punch, landing squarely on Wang Zihao's chest.

His hands clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palms.

He glared at Wang Wenwu, his eyes filled with a defiant resistance born of being driven to the brink. His voice forced out from his throat: "You're all isolating me, you all want me to leave, fine, I'll leave!"

He turned around abruptly and strode towards the stairs.

"If you're so capable, then you'll never have to beg me for anything in your life!"

His voice came from the stairs.

Then there was a "bang".

His bedroom door slammed shut, followed by the sound of the wardrobe door being pulled open, then the sound of things being stuffed into a suitcase, the zipper being roughly pulled up, and the wheels grinding against the floor with a dull thud.

Wang Wenwu stood motionless in the living room.

His chest heaved violently, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was fixed on the direction of the stairwell, like a statue frozen in time.

Zhou Lin stood at the kitchen door, her hands still wet with water droplets. She looked at the closed door, then at Wang Wenwu's ashen face, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

I heard the sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the hallway floor from upstairs, followed by the sound of people rushing down the stairs, as if each step was a forceful stomp.

Wang Zihao dragged a black suitcase down the stairs, not looking at anyone in the living room, and went straight to the entrance hall.

He changed his shoes, opened the door, and the wheels of his suitcase hit the threshold with a dull thud.

Then he went outside.

Wang Wenwu remained standing there, not turning back to look at the open door. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. The breath felt as heavy as a stone he had lifted from his chest.

Zhou Lin hurriedly took off her apron, intending to chase after her.

Wang Wenwu sneered, "Ignore him, let him go! He's a grown man, he won't starve out there!"