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.

someone to look for the scattered balls, David actually considered finding ways

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

ball boy anyway? Why don’t you get up there and play? As far as I

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

could discern that she was not a member of the table tennis club.

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

venue fee to use the stadium for practice. He’s so

spoke with the tone of an oppressor, one filled with contempt toward Casper, as though that was the only way

his opinion, being poor was

enjoy the air-conditioner was considered a

everyone starts off?” The girl

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

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,

thousand five.

seemed to have given himself a confidence boost

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

to talk about. He only

greedily drank in the new girl’s beauty as he admired her through his small, narrow eyes. “Hi, I’m the president of the

you,” Sarah politely rejected him. “I don’t play table tennis. My name’s

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

other paddle and showed it to Rosaline too. “Here, you can use my other one. I guarantee you can learn very