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.

been for the fact that they really needed someone to look for the scattered balls, David actually considered finding ways to

paired up and began their practice, Casper sat down on a

ball boy anyway? Why don’t you get up there and play? As far as I know, table tennis requires lots of

had to offer, a girl approached him and sat down on his left. She spoke to him

never seen her before. He could discern that she was not a member of the table

of black sweats to go with it, matched with a pair of Converse shoes. The top complemented her fair

ball boy. Besides, each of us has to pay the venue fee 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

oppressor, one filled with contempt toward Casper, as though that was the only way

opinion, being poor was

enjoy the air-conditioner was considered a

how everyone starts

kind of you, really, but the venue fee’s not cheap. One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll have to skip a

high and boasted with an air of 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 hundred. Do you think he can afford one? What a joke! I’m not being mean, just

show off, David stopped fanning himself and showed them his paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand five.

seemed to have given himself a confidence

could play, but the way he

nothing to talk about. He only became president because his family had the financial means to get the position for

“Hi, I’m the president of the table tennis club here. My name’s David.

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

the game.

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