Next came the players' introductions.
The visiting team's introductions were simple: they just announced the names of the opposing team's five players.
They didn't even use real people to introduce them, just synthesized electronic voices.
They sounded stiff and a little comical.
But when it was the Raptors' turn to take the floor, a real voice rang out through the arena.
The moment the DJ's voice sounded, all the Chinese fans felt a sense of familiarity.
"Next, let's welcome the center from China, number 34 for the Raptors: Pang----Bo--------"
Most of the introduction was spoken by a man, his voice somewhat deep and a little husky, with a hint of rap in it.
But the final two syllables, "Pang Bo," were spoken by a woman.
Her voice carried farther than the man's.
Yet it wasn't as piercing as an ordinary woman's shriek. Instead, it sounded like Ling Hua of China's Phoenix Legend—soaring, impassioned, and stirring.
The next moment, the camera cut to the DJ.
The Western spectators didn't think much of it. They just found it unusual to see a female DJ.
But the Chinese fans went wild as soon as they saw her.
"Whoa, it really is Ling Hua!"
"Phoenix Legend!!!"
"No wonder that voice sounded so familiar. It really is Phoenix Legend!"
"Phoenix Legend forever! Though Sister Ling Hua doesn't have many lines today."
Even Wang Yi couldn't help looking toward the big screen from the Player Tunnel when he heard that voice.
When he saw Phoenix Legend, he was a little surprised too.
He hadn't expected the Raptors to invite Phoenix Legend to serve as the live DJs.
They'd certainly gone to some trouble.
In fact, everyone on the Raptors knew that their owner wanted to work as many Chinese elements into the games as possible, hoping