Not to mention the haters who didn't think much of the Raptors.
With just two days to go before the Eastern Conference Finals tipped off, Wang Yi and the rest of the players were training.
After finishing their regular daily workout, the players moved on to targeted training for their weak points.
Akur was about to work on his three-point shooting.
His shooting from beyond the arc had been pretty good during the Regular Season, but in the first two rounds of the Playoffs, he had made only one of ten three-point attempts across nine games.
So three-point practice was what he needed to focus on.
As it happened, Wang Yi was working on his threes too.
Akur sidled up to him with a grin. "Boss, want to make a little bet? Three three-pointers each. Whoever makes more wins. How about five hundred dollars?"
The players nearby burst out laughing.
Zhang Yu said, "Betting on threes against the boss? You're asking for trouble."
Zhang Jiacheng shook his head. "I really don't get why you'd just walk up and hand the boss a free win."
Akur replied, "I admit that if we're talking three-point percentage, I'm obviously not as good as the boss."
"If we shot a hundred threes, there's no way I could outshoot him."
"But if we limit it to just three shots, maybe the boss misses one and I make all three?"
Tiger laughed. "So you just want to gamble on luck."
Akur nodded with a cheeky grin. "Exactly. I'm betting on luck."
Wang Yi shook his head helplessly. "Akur, how'd you get so hooked on gambling?"
Akur scratched his head with a grin. "Can't help it. My dad's a gambler, and so are my two older brothers. I grew up around them. If I don't gamble for