Becoming the Richest Man Alive

The rest who were standing around David and Sarah were members of the table tennis club, just like Casper.

Casper kept a low profile on purpose. The school did not deliberately publicize the donation the other day, so naturally, not many people knew about it. Even if someone did, at best it would only be talked about for several days.

A week had passed since then. Only a handful of people still remembered what happened.

“Forget it. We’ll begin practice now. As usual, your job is to pick up the balls for us.”

Sarah chose to ignore Casper. Instead, she turned around to speak to the other club members. “Everyone, we’ll be practicing the basics today. And we have a ball boy now. So, let’s not waste any more time and start your training.”

“Good!”

“Ready!”

Most of them were on Sarah’s side, so by default they were largely disinterested in Casper. He was only a ball boy to them.

“This place is cluttered. You better not lose any of the balls. They are all of Double Happiness brand, just so you know. You lose one, you pay back with your lunch money. Got it?” David glared at Casper as he spoke, brimming with irritation. He hated the sight of the poor bum.

He did, however, have a crush on Sarah, and he kept pursuing her every chance he got, but she totally ignored his advances.

In David’s view, someone as poor as Casper should not have joined the table tennis club in the first place. That guy practically dragged down their financial capacity and ruined the image of their little club.

for the fact that they really needed someone to look for the scattered

began their practice, Casper sat down

up there and play? As far

cool air that the indoor court had to offer, a girl approached him

her before. He could discern that she was not a member of the table tennis club. All he knew was that she came with Sarah, so she was probably

matched with a pair

so poor that he can’t afford it,

tone of an oppressor, one filled with contempt toward Casper, as though that was the only way for him

being

the air-conditioner was considered

starts off?” The girl frowned as she jumped to Casper’s

you, really, but the venue fee’s not cheap. One session would cost him his

know what he’s thinking when he chose to join our noble table tennis club. A paddle costs at least two hundred. Do you think he can afford one? What a joke! I’m not being mean, just

mine costs one thousand five. Table tennis is an expensive sport. It’s not at all like

somehow seemed to have given himself a confidence boost with that show he

where everyone could play, but the way he described it made it

tennis skills were nothing to talk about. He only became

beauty as he admired her through his small, narrow eyes. “Hi, I’m the president of

politely rejected him. “I don’t play table tennis. My

eyes lit up like a lamp. “That’s alright. You can learn to play the game. Look, there’s a free table over there. I can even teach you personally. You’ll get the

paddle and showed it to Rosaline too. “Here, you can use