"Teacher Yu and Teacher Ji? Is that really reliable?"
"Of course it isn't."
Miyamoto Mo Na said eagerly:
"But their commentary skills are reliable. Otherwise, why would our club buy a commentary station? Isn't the usual commentary channel enough?"
A commentary station was more professional and reached a broader audience, and it could perform every function of a commentary channel, including on-demand replays and so on. But it was expensive, and commentary witches had to be hired to translate the language—not merely accurately, expressively, and elegantly, but in a way that was accessible and localized.
For instance, they would absolutely never translate an F-word as "oh, damn," nor would they translate asshole as "bastard" or "you awful guy."
...Though most witches were multilingual geniuses, when they were in their homeland, they still wanted to see subtitles made up of "the language of home," and complain together about whether the translation was accurate. But precisely because of that, the translations had to be exceedingly precise.
Especially for Teacher Yu, Teacher Ji, and Teacher Xuan... Heh, Xuan Bao was still Xuan Bao. She hadn't been beaten into a wheelchair yet, so she couldn't be respectfully addressed as Teacher. These three masters of the commentary world required even higher-quality translations to unleash the full world-class power of their veiled barbs!
Rainy Night Club wasn't merely a dream team of players; even its commentators were a "dream team."
Jiang Han was very satisfied with Mo Na's gossip. Now this was the real main course!
"If Teacher Yu comes, do you think I could invite her over to my house for a meal?"
Jiang Han looked full of longing.
"In theory, absolutely."
Mo Na glanced at Jiang Han.
"In reality, absolutely as well. No one would refuse an invitation from such a pretty girl, especially