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.

they really needed someone to look for the scattered balls, David actually considered finding ways to kick Casper

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

anyway? Why don’t you get up there and

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

of the table tennis club. All he knew was that she came with

of black sweats to go with it, matched with a pair of Converse shoes. The top complemented her fair skin very well. And when she smiled, grinning

being our 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 a good offer, because

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

being poor

enjoy the air-conditioner was

that how everyone starts off?” The

not cheap. One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll have to skip a meal every time he gets to

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

them his paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand five. Table tennis is an expensive sport. It’s not at all like what people say, that you can just play with two simple

seemed to have given himself a

was supposed to be a sport where everyone could play, but the way he

only

his small, narrow eyes. “Hi, I’m the president of the table tennis club here. My name’s David. You came here with Sarah, right? Nice to meet

him. “I don’t play table tennis. My name’s Rosaline Sanders. Yes, I’m Sarah’s friend,

hyped 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

he got his other paddle and showed it to Rosaline too.