In the evening, in Instructor Ding's live broadcast room.
"Guys, I haven't made ends meet recently, brothers!
"I didn't even catch the traffic wave; Little Ding is in the red! Could any rich bros afford to tip Little Ding a melon or two, so I can have a full meal?
"Thanks to 'Instructor Ding is my dad, and I'm a noob' for the plane! Boss is mighty, boss is generous, gold bless you!
"It's nice to send gifts, folks, but that ID really wasn't necessary. How about this, we keep to our own, I'll still call you 'bro', and whatever you want to call Little Ding, it's all good, alright?"
After going through a few outrageous bullet-comments, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room warmed up.
"Why are you cyberbegging as soon as the stream starts?"
"Rich bro is confounded! Listening to this guy is worse than his poverty act!"
"The Meal-Getting Immortal hasn't had a meal in several days? Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline of morality?"