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.

not been for the fact that they really needed someone to look for the scattered balls, David actually considered

began their practice, Casper sat down on a stool

did you become their ball boy anyway? Why don’t you get up there

a rest, enjoying the cool air that the indoor court had to offer, a girl approached him and sat down on his left. She spoke to

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

light yellow sports top and a pair of black sweats to go with it, matched with a pair of Converse shoes. The

to use the stadium for practice. He’s so poor that he can’t afford it, so we assign him to pick up the balls for us. It’s actually a good offer, because he gets to use the air-conditioner too.” The president inserted himself into their conversation while using his

the tone of an oppressor, one filled with contempt toward Casper,

being poor

like Casper to enjoy the air-conditioner was considered a

how everyone starts off?” The girl frowned as she

One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll have to skip a meal every time

superiority. “I don’t know what he’s thinking when he chose to join our noble table tennis club. A paddle costs at least two

to prove a point, and to show off, David stopped fanning himself and showed them his paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand

a

play, but the way he described it made it sound like a game for the

knew that David’s table tennis skills were nothing to talk about. He only became president because his family

new girl’s beauty as he admired her through his small, narrow eyes. “Hi, I’m the president of the table tennis club here. My

politely rejected him. “I don’t play table tennis. My name’s Rosaline Sanders.

up upon hearing that. His 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 hang

to please, he got his other paddle and showed it to Rosaline too. “Here, you can use my other one. I guarantee you can