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.

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

practice,

become their ball boy anyway? Why don’t you get up there and play? As far as I know, table

the indoor court had to offer, a

member of the table tennis club. All he knew was that

a pair of Converse shoes. The top complemented her fair skin

a waste of time if we let him, so he’s better off 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

one filled with contempt toward Casper, as though that was the only way for him to feel good about

being poor

someone like Casper to enjoy the air-conditioner

Isn’t that how everyone starts off?” The girl frowned as

to let him practice? That’s 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 meal every time he gets to

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,

paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand five. Table tennis is

himself a confidence boost with that show he put

everyone could 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

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

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

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

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