Many industry bigwigs lurking in Brother Da Ma's livestream room to watch the match quietly covered their eyes. Some simply couldn't bear to watch.
They had originally chosen to watch here because Brother Da Ma's commentary had more class, while the official male and female commentators on China Television were unbearably bad. But now that Brother Da Ma had suddenly transformed into a gossipy old lady from rural Northeast China, all they could do was cringe and toss out a few virtual slaps.
But these bigwigs had no idea what the secret to making money in livestreaming was.
Having transformed into a Northeast auntie and entertained the masses, Brother Da Ma received several rockets and treasure maps during this match alone, not to mention countless smaller gifts. He was making a killing.
Many of those rich, foolish big spenders on the leaderboard thought this streamer was great. He shouted and hollered, had plenty of everyday charm, felt down-to-earth, and seemed to empathize with them. Naturally, they showered him with gifts.
The first game had ended, and Geng Shuai took the opening win, 11:8.
Returning to the barrier, Geng Shuai was drenched in sweat, his face flushed red, looking as though he had been granted a final burst of vitality.
"I'm fine." Facing Fan Xiaoxian's concerned question, Geng Shuai laughed heartily. "I feel great! Wang Chao, get me a banana. A soft-skinned one."
Most players took one bite at a time when eating bananas during a match, but not Geng Shuai. He wolfed down two in one go, then eagerly returned to the court.
Fan Xiaoxian was a little worried. "Is he really okay?"
"He's fine." Wang Chao was grinning. "Brother Geng gets fired up when there's an audience. If he'd lost the first game, I might've been worried, but since