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.

had not been for the fact that they really needed someone to look for the

everyone paired up and began their practice, Casper

there and play? As far as I know, table

the indoor court had to offer, a girl approached

seen her before. He could discern that she was not a member of the table tennis

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

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

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

his opinion, being

to enjoy the air-conditioner was considered

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

fee’s not cheap. One session would cost him his lunch money. He’ll

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

off, David stopped fanning himself and showed them his paddle. “See, mine costs one thousand five. Table tennis is

to have given himself a confidence boost with

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

skills were nothing to talk about. He only became president because his family had the financial means to get

admired her through 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?

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

that. His eyes lit up like a lamp. “That’s alright. You can learn to play the game. Look, there’s a free

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