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 scattered balls,

practice, Casper sat down on a

there and play? As far as I

was taking a rest, enjoying the cool air that the indoor court had to offer, a girl approached

never seen her before. He could discern that she was not a member of the table tennis club. All he knew was that she

good-looking. She wore a light yellow sports top and a pair of black sweats to go with it, matched with a pair of Converse shoes. The top complemented her fair skin very well. And when

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

contempt toward Casper,

being poor was

enjoy the

learn, can’t he? Isn’t that how everyone starts off?” The girl frowned as she jumped to Casper’s

One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll have to

raised his head 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 stating

his paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand five. Table tennis is an expensive sport. It’s not at all like what

have given himself a confidence boost with that show

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

only became

the president of the table tennis club here. My name’s David. You came here with

table tennis. My name’s Rosaline Sanders. Yes,

like a lamp. “That’s alright. You can learn to play the game. Look, there’s a free table over there.

it to Rosaline too. “Here,