Xu Jingyu was sitting in the Commentary Booth.
Beside him was his translator.
As a commentator who traveled abroad often, his English was still stuck at the level of "come means come, go means go, nod means yes, shake your head means no."
When he listened to English commentary, he mostly relied on guessing what they meant.
That made him the most unusual commentator around.
He turned to look at the four Western commentators to his right and in front of him.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Then he nodded to the cameraman beside him, who immediately turned on the camera.
Xu Jingyu spoke to the camera:
"Brothers, I lucked out again and got another commentary gig."
"I'm really happy to be here in person. Why? Not because going abroad is such a big deal, and not because being here in person is such a big deal. Honestly, I still prefer staying in China. Hearing Chinese feels familiar. So why did I come? Because I get to see Brother Yi up close. Brother Yi is my god, the GOAT!"
Xu Jingyu took a sip of Coke, frowned, and said:
"This American Coke isn't very good. It tastes worse than the Coke back home, and it's ridiculously expensive. A two-liter bottle costs almost ten yuan. Next time I come, I'll have to bring a whole case from China."
Then he looked at the cheerleaders and the street dance crew performing on the court.
He frowned and said, "These cheerleaders aren't any good. Their legs are too thick, like elephant legs. Sure, cheerleaders should be healthy, but you've taken healthy a bit too far. Our ancestors said it long ago: too much of a good thing is no good."
"What kind of street dance is this supposed to be? Look