Wang Meng was wearing the same plaid blazer she always wore.
Huang Jianxiang teased her. "Hey, that's the same jacket again. It brought China Team good luck at the 2022 Winter Olympics. Did you have it blessed or something?"
Wang Meng straightened her collar with both hands, looking quite pleased with herself. "Of course. Whoever I commentate on while wearing it wins. And it's not just this blazer that's been blessed—my gold boots have been blessed, too."
"Hahahaha..."
As soon as she said that, Wang Meng and Huang Jianxiang both burst out laughing.
"I'm not even going to ask about the gold boots. I'll let you stew."
With Wang Meng commentating, the atmosphere in the livestream chat was always cheerful.
The fans' comments were cheerful, too.
"I love the Alliance Leader!"
"With the Alliance Leader commentating, Brother Yi's got this one in the bag."
"Brother Yi can suddenly feel a mysterious Eastern power."
Seeing that the conversation between the two was about to go off track again, Wang Meng quickly steered it back as the host.
"You said you're practically a semi-pro now. So, analyze how this game is going to go."
Wang Meng straightened her collar again, looking as if she were about to do something important. Then, in stiff English, she said:
"It's so easy, you just look good."
"Here's my analysis. If you look at how the first five games went, you can get a pretty good idea of how this one will go. How did the two teams play in those first five games? The Suns sent one player to guard Wang Yi one-on-one, then cut off his connection with the other Kings players. If Wang Yi just plays at his usual level, the Suns have a great chance of winning. If he plays above his