As someone who had played in the NBA for more than twenty years, James knew this all too well.
But as the Lakers' owner, he couldn't let his team lose heart.
So he could only grit his teeth and say,
"Don't worry. The Lakers have been able to maintain such a high success rate for a long time, but the Raptors might not be able to do the same."
"Just look at how the Raptors often get bogged down offensively in the Eastern Conference Finals. That should tell you."
"In every round of the Playoffs so far, the Lakers have beaten their opponents by maintaining a high success rate over an extended stretch. I believe the Finals will be no different."
Wade knew James was deliberately trying to find an advantage for the Lakers, so he grinned and called him out:
"I know that as the Lakers' owner, you can't afford to undermine your team's morale. But you have to look at the whole picture. In the Eastern Conference Finals, Wang Yi's ankle injury affected his performance, and when he struggled, the Raptors' offense struggled too. But now his ankle has fully recovered. What do you have to say about that?"
James shot Wade a glare.
Even if we're good friends, you don't have to undermine me like that.
But since he was the Lakers' owner, he could only say good things about the team, not bad things.
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say,
"But don't forget, we have the Zen Master on our side. He has the most Playoffs wins of any coach in the league, with 240 victories. So I believe the goddess of victory is bound to be on our side."
Wade knew when to quit. He could needle his good friend,