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.

the fact that they really needed someone to look for the

up and began their practice, Casper sat down on a

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

enjoying the cool air that the indoor court had to offer, a girl approached him and sat down

table tennis club. All he knew was that she came with Sarah, so she

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

He doesn’t know how to play. It’ll be 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.

an oppressor, one filled with contempt toward Casper,

opinion, being poor was a

someone like Casper to enjoy the air-conditioner

can’t he? Isn’t that how everyone starts

the venue fee’s not cheap. One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll have to skip a meal

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

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

himself a confidence boost with that show he

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

Casper knew that David’s table tennis skills were nothing to talk about. He only became president because his family had the financial means to get the position

drank in the 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 name’s David. You

table tennis. My name’s Rosaline Sanders. Yes, I’m Sarah’s friend, but

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

and showed it to Rosaline too. “Here, you