In China, in Xu Jingyu's livestream.
He saw that the camera had remained fixed on that person.
He was still somewhat puzzled:
"Strange, who is this guy? He looks so familiar."
"The camera keeps cutting to him. He must be the Lakers' new head coach, and a heavyweight figure at that. But I don't remember anyone like him."
By then, some viewers had already come over from English-language livestreams after understanding what the commentator had said.
They began flooding the chat:
"That's Brother Yi. Brother Yi is back."
"Brother Yi is the Lakers' coach now."
"Brother Yi changed his hairstyle and grew a beard, so no one recognized him."
Seeing those comments, Xu Jingyu took another careful look at the man. Though his hairstyle had changed and he had grown a beard, his eyes and brows still vaguely resembled Wang Yi from back then.
Xu Jingyu immediately erupted:
"Holy crap, it's Brother Yi!"
"Waaah!"
"Ah------------"
His outburst lasted longer than anything seen before, and he nearly shouted himself into suffocation.
Afterward, Xu Jingyu's face and neck were bright red. Feeling as if he could barely breathe, he grabbed the cola beside him and chugged down two huge gulps.
"It's Brother Yi. It really is Brother Yi. Holy crap, it really is Brother Yi. Ohmygod!"
"Brother Yi is back with the Lakers. The Lakers are really saved!"
The chat was going wild as well.
"Brother Yi is back!"
"It really is Brother Yi, holy crap!"
"Did Brother Yi come back to play? The Lakers are really saved!"
"Use your brain. Brother Yi is already forty-five. How could he still play?"
"Even as a coach, Brother Yi can crush 99% of NBA coaches."
For a moment, everyone was fired up.
At the same time, a bombshell piece of news spread through China,