[Damn, what a big spender!]
[What surprises me more is that he was recognized just like that? Are burner accounts really this useless?]
[My friend, you’re so dense. You should’ve just transferred the money directly, since tipping gets split fifty-fifty with the platform. Feng’s heart is bleeding!]
While the chat was flying by, the Wangwang Gift Pack initiated a nine-hit combo.
“Stop spamming. You two brothers aren’t just farming each other’s cards, are you? I’m scared the two of you are going to team up and sue me.” Distressed by the flamboyant display of wealth, Chen Yufeng quickly intervened.
The Wangwang Gift Pack rapidly surged to the top of the leaderboard, and the messages it sent appeared as colorful, floating banners across the screen.
[Didn’t expect you to recognize me right away. You really can calculate the future, you’re way too amazing!]
[Thanks for saving my dog’s life again and again and again this afternoon.]
“But your brother already transferred the money to me,” Chen Yufeng said, puzzled. “He said it’d be deducted from your card.”
[Ah? No way, let me go ask.]
[Oh right, I added you. Let’s talk on WeChat.]
Xie Wang spoke like a leaky bucket, his words instantly sending the entire live stream into a frenzy.
[Is that Feng’s friend? When did Feng get a friend with deep pockets like this?]
[Sob, Feng has changed. He’s no longer the guy who used to want to stream 24 hours a day and eat instant noodles for every meal.]
[I knew something was up since his streams haven’t been as frequent lately. Turns out he’s latched onto a big shot.]
[Can you upstairs stop being so passive-aggressive? I think he might just be that 100k little Omega Feng saved a few days ago.]
[You know he only saved him because of the money, right? I’ve been wanting to say this for a while, isn’t he just out to fleece people for cash? At his core, he’s rotten to the bone.]
[Look closely, even the stream background has changed. He probably bought a big house with that money.]
[A streamer with zero empathy, I don’t know what you guys even like about him. This face that only shows his eyes? Who knows what kind of duck lips are hiding under that mask?]
The public sentiment in the chat suddenly turned toxic.
Chen Yufeng had encountered passive-aggressive trolls before, but his viewer count hadn’t been this high back then, so he rarely ran into them.
With Xie Wang’s frantic gift-bombing moments ago, the live stream’s popularity had skyrocketed.
These trolls practically echoed each other in a chorus.
The chat was flooded with condemnations of him.
Cold, money-hungry, heartless, putting on an act, morally bankrupt.
Looking at the dense wall of text, Chen Yufeng felt a wave of nausea rise in his stomach.
“Let’s start with the outcome: I made the rescue that day,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “And whether my calculations were accurate or not, I know it in my head. If someone needed saving, they got saved.”
“I did accept the money, and they gave it of their own free will. Did he deduct it from your cards? You lot all look awfully worked up.”
“As for me being cold, I really should have sent you guys a location back then so you could come save him yourselves, just to show me if your enthusiasm could take on three guys at once.”
“It’s really easy to talk big when you’re standing on the sidelines. Mind your own business.”
“To the person who said I should donate the money once I got it: since when did outsourcing moral goodness become a trend?”
“And to those calling me devoid of basic decency, you only get a few decades to live. Saying curse words keeps your heart clean, otherwise you end up like the lot of you, with such filthy souls.”
“As for the ones claiming I calculated the exact timing to go make the rescue.
First of all, thank you for acknowledging my abilities, but doesn’t that completely contradict your criticism of me?
Didn’t you just say I wouldn’t save him? Now you’re saying I planned it all out to save him. Can you guys get your stories straight?”
Xie Wang waited for ages without seeing his friend request accepted, so he logged back into the live stream.
Chen Yufeng’s voice echoed through the speakers of Xie Qing’s living room.
“What kind of person I am isn’t something a bunch of total strangers get to judge. Why don’t you spend more energy paying attention to your own lives?”
“If you’re a piece of trash, don’t assume everyone else is.”
Putting away the medical kit, Xie Qing sat on the sofa and listened quietly.
“Are these people sick? Why are they chewing out Brother Feng?” Xie Wang watched the fast-moving chat and his fingers flew across his screen.
[Are you guys out of your minds? I’m the actual person involved and I’m not saying anything, yet you’re over here feeling heartbroken on my behalf? It’s my money, I’ll spend it however I want.]
The moment Xie Wang posted that message, he followed up by dropping 10 gifts worth 9,999 each.
“Hey, stop spending, you might as well just transfer the money directly to me. Middlemen taking a cut breaks my heart.” Halting his rant, Chen Yufeng hurriedly tried to stop Xie Wang once again.
Do rich family heirs all engage in such impulsive consumerism? Just how wealthy was Xie Wang’s family anyway?
So, could he really go ahead and kidnap the young master another day?
[Look at that greedy face, asking for direct transfers. He’s really out to milk one guy dry. I’m starting to suspect that day’s stream was all staged.]
[I just went over to browse the handsome guy’s stream next door for a second, can someone tell me what happened here?]
[I genuinely feel bad for you fans. Stanning a streamer with zero heart who only ever thinks about squeezing money out of people, acting like he’s on the brink of starvation.]
[Can you upstairs shut your trap? You’re the one on the brink of starvation. You really think Feng doesn’t have die-hard loyal fans? Where were you when he was juggling school and streaming, eating instant noodles for dinner, and looking as thin as a skeleton?]
[We want to gift him money. Raising an online son, what’s wrong with that?]
Staring at the two newest comments, Chen Yufeng momentarily blanked out. Was he really like that before?
Before he could dwell on it, the special effects for live stream gifts began playing consecutively once more.
This time, the duration was quite long, as it looked like every single gift option on the platform had been sent out in random quantities, entirely dependent on how many times someone tapped the screen.
Just as Chen Yufeng was about to tell Xie Wang to cut it out, a closer inspection revealed that the ID wasn’t Wangwang Gift Pack.
“Thanks to this friend whose ID is still the default name. I know you’re feeling anxious, but please calm down first. You really don’t need to gift anything else, my heart aches.”
Even using his toes, he could figure out that this was Xie Qing.
Xie Wang’s greatest talent was finding his older brother.
The gift effects triggered once more, and Chen Yufeng hurriedly grabbed his phone to message Xie Qing.
Chen Yufeng asked, what is wrong with you? Do you have too much cash to burn?
Xie Qing answered, mhm.
Letting out a long sigh of helplessness, Chen Yufeng replied, don’t you think I’m cold-hearted? Actually, I hadn’t planned on saving Xie Wang that day; it was him who called out to me.
Xie Qing stated, you never had any obligation to save him in the first place, and yet you did.
Clutching his phone, Chen Yufeng transferred the money right back to him.
Xie Qing sent back a question mark, and the next second a notification popped up showing the transfer had been returned.
Along with another message.
Xie Qing wrote, aside from not being very skilled at flirting, your emotional stability is also lacking. Don’t let what other people say get to you.
Chen Yufeng stared at those words for several seconds, a sudden tightness constricting his throat.
Ever since Teacher Chen passed away, no one had ever spoken to him like that.
The chat was still scrolling past at breakneck speed. Chen Yufeng cleared his throat and covered the camera lens, plunging the entire live stream into pitch darkness.
A single line floated across the screen:
Cangbo Wanqing wrote, wait until the day you guys can kick three Alphas flying before coming to my place to collect money.
Chen Yufeng almost choked on his own saliva; even he wouldn’t dare brag like that.
Though Xie Qing changed his display name pretty fast.
Whether it was because Xie Qing had spent enough money, the platform moderators finally checked in on Chen Yufeng’s stream.
They banned several IDs that had been spewing foul language.
The chat instantly grew a lot cleaner, feeling like the aftermath of a won battle without smoke.
[Sob, who gets this? Even though Feng got cussed out real bad, I suddenly found myself shipping this]
[Feng has told everyone from the start to only gift within their means, he’s never forced anyone for money]
[Some people really think dropping pocket change counts as supporting a creator, have some shame]
[Wait for me, person who’s shipping them, me too! Plus, it feels just like reading a satisfying web novel]
“Let’s end the stream here for today. During military training, if I stream at all, it’ll just be casual phone broadcasts. Keep an eye out for my updates.”
“As for today’s incident, I’ll be more mindful in the future. Being tempted by money is indeed my fault.”
[Don’t apologize! Those of us who have watched you for over a year understand why you love money so much]
[Ah, why? Is it convenient to share?]
[Asking the same, Feng already had a small following when I first got here]
[Hahahaha, don’t ask. Explaining now would just sound like playing the pity card, things will only get better from here]
After sending that message, Xie Qing hadn’t logged off. He could sense that Chen Yufeng’s emotional state wasn’t quite right.
“Bro, did you notice?” Xie Wang said, clicking his tongue as he looked at the chat. “It looks like Brother Feng had a pretty rough time before.”