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

In the living room, Chen Chu finished cleaning up the last piece of watermelon rind on the coffee table and was about to turn off the TV when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.

He turned his head and saw Chen Ziran sitting on the sofa with his hands on his knees, as if he had something to say but was in no hurry to say it.

"What's wrong?" Chen Chu put down the remote control and sat back down on the sofa.

Chen Ziran hesitated for a moment. He lowered his head, picked at a loose thread on the sofa armrest with his finger, then looked up again, his eyes filled with the kind of embarrassment a child has when asking an adult for candy: "Dad, I have a small request."

"Um?"

"I want to play video games all night."

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

Chen Ziran spoke faster, as if afraid of being interrupted before he could finish: "Because I'm going to that exchange family soon, and I definitely can't play games like this at someone else's house. I have to act well-behaved and keep a normal routine..."

His voice trailed off, his gaze drifting towards the floor. "So, before I leave, I want to play games all night. Consider it my last wish..."

He looked up at Chen Chu with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes: "Will it work?"

Chen Chu was silent for a second. Then he reached out and patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, the force not light.

"Good son, just for saying that, your old man will take you flying today!"

Chen Ziran's eyes lit up, and his mouth immediately broke into a wide grin: "Dad, you're so great! You truly are my father, you're simply..."

"Good son!" Chen Chu interrupted him, quickly saying, "You're amazing. You know, most people wouldn't dare make such a request to their fathers. Because in many people's eyes, playing video games is a scourge, and playing games all night is an even greater sin. But you, you dared to express your thoughts and make a request. Your communication skills are simply unbeatable!"

Chen Ziran stood there, mouth agape, stunned: "I was just about to say..."

"Tomorrow you'll be living with someone else for a week. In that unfamiliar environment, what's the most important ability to thrive? It's not good grades, it's not being obedient, it's having the courage to communicate. If you don't dare to speak, how will others know if you're thirsty, hungry, or uncomfortable? If you don't dare to express yourself, how will others know what you want and what you don't want? In this respect, you're already far superior to your peers."

He withdrew his hand, looking at Chen Ziran with a "I'm done, you can continue" expression: "What were you trying to say?"

Chen Ziran blinked twice, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to grasp the thought that Chen Chu had interrupted, but that thought had already slipped away from his mind like an eel.

He was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Never mind, I can't remember."

His voice carried a calm acceptance of giving up the struggle: "Get on the plane."

The game loading screen unfolded on the TV screen, and dazzling light and shadow reflected on the faces of the father and son.

Chen Ziran invited Yang Xunran to join the team. Yang Xunran's avatar flashed twice in the list and then jumped into the team voice chat.

"Ziran? Still logging on this late?" Yang Xunran's voice came through the earpiece, with his signature lazy tone. Then he suddenly noticed another person in the queue. "Hey, who's the other one? Your friend? I don't know him."

Chen Ziran said in a flat tone, "This is my dad."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the voice call.

A moment of silence.

Yang Xunran's voice rang out again, this time a full eight octaves higher: "Huh?! Your dad?!"

"Yes, my dad plays with us."

"What the hell do you mean, your dad plays games with you?!" Yang Xunran's voice carried the shock of his worldview being reshaped. "Not you, your dad, playing games with you?!"

"Can you stop talking like a broken record?" Chen Ziran couldn't help but retort, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Yang Xunran's voice immediately became obsequious, filled with an exaggerated, almost theatrical, envy: "Waaaaah, Ziran, godfather, please teach me how to train your father to be like this! Please! I'm waiting online, it's urgent!"

Chen Ziran nearly threw the mouse when he was called out to, his face turning red instantly. He scolded her, both annoyed and amused, "Don't yell like that! We're live! Can't you be a little more discreet about the occasion...?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xunran immediately fell silent, as if someone had pressed the mute button. Although he was usually careless with his words, he still had the basic skills of reading people's expressions. After all, "luring" someone's son in front of Chen Ziran's father was indeed a bit too much of a joke.

After the game started, the three of them actually cooperated quite well.

Chen Chu's playing style was surprisingly steady, unlike the "stand still and shoot" tactics common among middle-aged and older players. Instead, he moved nimbly and fired cleanly. After only a few matches, Yang Xunran's way of addressing Chen Chu had changed from "Uncle Chen" to "Brother Chen".

When they got to the third match, Chen Chu suddenly stopped in a safe zone, opened the equipment interface, and then two notifications popped up on Yang Xunran's screen: two fully equipped skin guns, one of which was given to him.

Yang Xunran was stunned for a moment. He looked at the skin with flashing special effects on the screen, and then at his empty equipment bar. He was still using the most basic skin, without any special effects. Next to him, not only Chen Chu, but even Chen Ziran had a shiny gun. He looked particularly shabby next to him.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice tinged with a mixture of joking and genuine envy: "Brother Chen, you're so good to Ziran. I wish my dad would give me some money to buy in-game skins too. He's never spent a single penny on games since I was a kid."

Chen Chu chuckled on the other end of the voice call: "That's a good thing. As we all know, a person's money is limited. The fact that your dad isn't giving you money to buy skins proves that he's investing his money in other areas, maybe even saving it up to get you a wife in the future."

Yang Xunran was stunned for a moment, his hands slowing down a beat: "...Is that really so?"

"Definitely, money doesn't disappear, it just moves."

Yang Xunran remained silent for a long time. His gaze lingered on a point on the screen, but his eyes were unfocused. Chen Chu's casual remark had opened an unexpected door in his mind, behind which lay a future he had never seriously imagined.

"Hey, what do you guys say..." Yang Xunran's voice suddenly became ethereal, carrying a dreamy quality after falling into deep fantasy, "Maybe when I come of age, my dad will have saved up several million for me, then I'll buy a car and a house, hehehe... and then I'll lie at home every day playing games, eating and sleeping, sleeping well and eating well."

His voice grew increasingly intoxicated, as if he were describing a daydream unfolding before his eyes: "Just imagine, no work, no school, waking up naturally every day, opening the fridge to find it full of delicious food, playing video games as soon as you wake up, and falling asleep as soon as you're tired... Ugh!"

A crisp kill notification shattered his reverie. In the game, Yang Xunran's character was shot in the head by the enemy and fell to the ground.

Chen Ziran's face was flushed, not from anger, but from holding back for so long: "You two... do you even know how to play?! We're playing a game! Can't you concentrate?! What are you chatting about?!"

Yang Xunran showed no sign of frustration at being killed; instead, his laughter grew even more rampant, his voice filled with a blissful ecstasy as he was completely absorbed in his own fantasy world: "Hehehehe, Ziran, you have no idea how good my life will be from now on. I'll be driving luxury cars, living in a villa, and sleeping in every day until I naturally wake up. You'll be so envious!"

Chen Ziran turned his head to look at Chen Chu, met his eyes, and then gave him a look that said, "Is this guy crazy?"

He turned his head and muttered something under his breath.

"Damn it, this guy's been beaten into dementia by the other side. He hasn't even officially gone to sleep yet, and he's already dreaming."