"Television station! Television station! Welcome to the first round, second match of the 2019 Star Warrior World Cup team competition!
This is the Allianz Stadium in Mublack City, Will Country! I'm your host, Yu Feibi!" said a young man with a somewhat mixed-race appearance.
His voice was incredibly infectious, though it was hard to tell whether the slight tremor in it was intentional.
Beside him, a gentle female voice sounded. "I'm your host, Jing Xin Yue."
Regardless of whether Yu Feibi looked mixed-race, he spoke flawless, perfectly articulated Chinese: "As you can see, this arena, which can accommodate seventy-five thousand people, is packed to the rafters. The Star-Spangled Banners are flying high over the spectator stands of Allianz Stadium, displaying the enthusiasm of our Huaxia people!"
Jing Xin Yue's voice seemed capable of soothing the soul, and she and Yu Feibi were a perfect match. "After the first match, we've finally waited for our Huaxia athletes to take the field."
"Haha." Yu Feibi's style was clearly more "aggressive." He said, "We've finally welcomed the appearance of the Legendary Support, Jiang Xiaopi! Xin Yue, you're looking forward to his match too, right?"
"Of course. I'm also one of the Poisonous Milk Fans." Jing Xin Yue brushed back the long hair by her ear and smiled gracefully. "We were the commentators for the previous Star Warrior World Cup too, but we never got to see Jiang Xiaopi compete."
"That's right, that's right." Yu Feibi was evidently genuinely excited. He clenched his fists. "Because of time constraints, I could only watch the televised broadcast. This time, I can finally commentate Little Poisonous Milk's match live!"
Jing Xin Yue covered her mouth and chuckled meaningfully. "Then don't get too excited. You have to present the people of the world with an excellent live commentary."