LeBron James running away? He's going all in on Curry.

In mid-June, the 2010-2011 NBA Finals came to a complete end.

There was no suspense, and no miraculous comeback occurred.

LeBron James, whose mentality had completely collapsed, continued to play like a sleepwalker in the subsequent Games 5 and 6.

His lapse in concentration left Dwyane Wade, dragging his waterlogged knees, isolated and helpless on the court.

In the end, the Dallas Mavericks defeated the Heat 4-2 at the American Airlines Center in Miami, lifting their first Larry O'Brien Trophy in franchise history in front of the entire arena of Heat fans!

Dirk Nowitzki's performance cemented his legendary status, and the image of him walking back to the locker room in tears has become an eternal classic.

Meanwhile, the 1.8-meter-tall Puerto Rican guard JJ Barea saw his value skyrocket due to his feat of defending James one-on-one.

Of course, one of the biggest "winners" of this finals is the Chinese-American tycoon in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, who easily turned one million dollars into a huge return.

On the night the Finals ended, the entire internet was engulfed in a frenzy of purges against LeBron James.

His disgraceful performance in the Finals, averaging 17.8 points per game, frequently disappearing in the fourth quarter, and scoring only 8 points in a single game, has been nailed to the pillar of shame in American media history.

The fact that a team at its peak could be combined with another team only to suffer a devastating defeat is simply the biggest joke in NBA history.

However, just as the internet was celebrating and everyone thought Su Yang would continue to kick James when he was down and mock his incompetence, Su Yang posted a long article on Twitter.

This long article is not only a final summary of this year's finals, but also a brand new prediction put forward by Su Yang.

First of all, congratulations to the Dallas Mavericks. They deserve this championship.

Secondly, I know the whole internet is mocking LeBron right now, thinking he's a softie who can't even shoot. But as a team owner, I must remind everyone—don't underestimate him.

Do you really think a two-time regular season MVP would suddenly forget how to play basketball on the Finals stage?

Watch closely, here's my final prediction of the season: the Miami Heat will most likely win the NBA championship next year. After this year's 'painful' defeat, the Heat are about to complete their power transition.

This Finals series was essentially a moral blackmail attempt by LeBron against Wade.

The Heat are Wade's team, and Wade is the heart and soul of the team. LeBron knows very well that as long as Wade remains the core of the offense, even if the Heat win the championship, he will only ever be the second option, and the Finals MVP vote will never go to him.

Therefore, he wanted to convey a message through the most extreme performance—if you don't relinquish absolute ball possession and the position of the primary core player to me, then I will "act" against you on the court. I'd rather pass the ball out and cause a turnover, rather score only 8 points, rather lose the finals, than willingly assist you in ascending to the throne!

[Using the peak of the Big Three for a whole year, even at the cost of a championship, to force his teammates to relinquish power, thereby establishing his undisputed absolute authority. This is what your king is doing.]

[And what about Dwyane Wade? He's a sentimental, win-hungry guy. Faced with his good friend's struggles and pain, he would definitely choose to compromise and give up possession of the ball.]

[If you don't believe it, just wait and see next year. See who will be the dominant ball-handler on the Heat next year, and who will become the role player who has to sit in the corner and battle it out in the paint to accommodate others.]

Su Yang's long article has once again caused a major earthquake in the entire basketball world!

If Su Yang previously called James a "softie" and "worse than Pippen," people just took it as an emotional outburst.

This long article, in turn, exposes James's dark "workplace Machiavellianism" in a completely naked way!

"It's terrifying to think about! Boss Su's analysis is absolutely chilling!"

"Using a championship to force Wade to relinquish power?! How selfish must someone be to do something like that?!"

"Think about it carefully, if the Heat win the championship this year, the Finals MVP will definitely be Wade's. How could James possibly tolerate being Wade's sidekick?"

"Moral blackmail! This is blatant moral blackmail! I feel so sorry for my Uncle Wei!"

"This is terrifying! It turns out this wasn't just a fluctuation in performance, but a power struggle within a palace!"

Countless fans suddenly realized that Su Yang's words, "If you don't give me the ball, I'll play you," had stripped away the hypocritical facade of the Heat's seemingly harmonious brotherhood.

……

a few days later.

A picturesque, top-tier private holiday villa in the Bahamas.

After losing the Finals, in order to escape the criticism from the American media, the famous "Banana Boat Crew" including James, Wade, and Paul came here for a vacation to relax.

Sunshine, beaches, bikini-clad beauties, and chilled champagne.

But inside the villa, the atmosphere remained strangely somber.

Dwyane Wade sat on a lounge chair by the pool, with thick ice packs on his legs.

The intense competition in the finals pushed his knees to their limits, and now every step he takes is accompanied by excruciating pain.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the second-floor terrace.

Wade looked up, about to greet him, but his eyes widened in horror!

LeBron James, shirtless and with a look of near-collapse and pain on his face, jumped off the second-floor balcony railing without any warning!

"Thump!"

A huge splash erupted in the pool!

"LeBron!!"

Wade was so frightened his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his knee, he jumped up from the deck chair and limped toward the poolside.

Although the second-floor terrace is not very high, if James, with his enormous weight, were to fall into the not-so-deep pool, he could very likely be seriously injured if he did not do so correctly!

"LeBron! Are you crazy?!"

Wade lay on the edge of the pool, anxiously peering into the water.

A few seconds later, the water broke open, and James emerged from the water, gasping for breath.

He wasn't injured, but he was desperately wiping the water off his face with both hands, his eyes were red, and his gaze was filled with helplessness and pain, like a victim abandoned by the whole world.

"Dwyane... I don't know how to play anymore."

James slammed his fists against the water, his voice filled with despair, "I messed everything up! I messed up your championship! Everyone's criticizing me every day, saying I'm not even as good as Pippen, saying I'm a coward... I've had enough!"

Seeing his good friend break down like a child in the water, Wade's heart softened instantly, and he even felt a deep sense of self-blame.

He completely forgot Su Yang's "moral kidnapping" prediction that Su Yang had written on Twitter.

At that moment, all Wade could see was the immense pain his good friend was enduring because he couldn't fit into the team and because of the overwhelming criticism.

"Listen, brother, this isn't your fault."

Wade knelt by the pool, reaching out to grip James's shoulder tightly, his eyes firm and sincere.

"I know you're having a tough time in this system. This is my city, this is my team, and you're always worried about my feelings, so you're hesitant to play freely on the court, and you always hesitate to pass the ball to me..."

Wade took a deep breath and made the decision that changed the fate of the Heat and completely validated Su Yang's prediction.

"Starting next season, I'll take a step back. I'll give you the ball."

"You are LeBron James, the best ball-handler in the league. You don't need to play according to my instructions. Hold the ball and dominate the game the way you know best and feel most comfortable!"

Upon hearing this, James, who was soaking in the water, lowered his head slightly, concealing the fleeting glint in his eyes.

When he looked up again, his face was filled with emotion and disbelief:

"But Dwyane... this is your team. If you lose possession of the ball, your stats will drop significantly. What will people think of you then?"

To hell with the data! To hell with the outside world!

Wade chuckled nonchalantly, patted James on the shoulder, and said, "As long as we win the championship, as long as we bring that damn Larry O'Brien Trophy back to Miami, I don't care if I have to play off-ball, grab rebounds, or defend in the paint!"

"Thank you, brother... thank you so much!"

James excitedly hugged Wade by the pool, his voice filled with the emotion of surviving a close call.

"Next season, I promise I won't let you down again!"

Leaning on Wade's shoulder, James gazed at the shimmering pool water, and the gloom in his heart vanished.

This self-inflicted "bitter trick" earned him the absolute power he had always dreamed of.

As for Su Yang's analyses and mockery online?

Let him say whatever he wants.

As long as we have the ball, and as long as we can win the championship and FMVP next year, all the doubts will disappear!

Meanwhile, in China, far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean...

Su Yang, who had been called back for a blind date, was sitting in a top-tier club in Beijing, looking at the high-definition photos on his phone screen of "James diving and Wade tenderly comforting him by the pool," taken by American paparazzi, and couldn't help but sneer.

"History truly has an astonishing power to correct itself. Even though I've torn off all pretense of civility, this grand drama of feigned retreat and forced resignation still unfolded as scheduled."