After Rebirth, I Outplayed My Manipulative Older Sister Chapter 03
From that day on, I began my life as the beloved younger sister everyone praised.
She got up early to do chores? I got up even earlier.
When she scored well and Dad praised her, I led the applause, “Georgia, you’re amazing! You’re doing this well even after all those years away. Just imagine how amazing you’d be if you’d always been with us!”
Dad stared at his plate and said nothing.
But his expression spoke volumes. Yes, I’ve failed this girl.
She tried to be modest. “You did well too, Cora.”
I jumped right in, “I’m just stupid, way worse than you. But it’s okay, you can teach me from now on, and I’ll definitely get better.”
There it was, out in the open.
If she refused to teach me, she’d be the unreasonable one.
If she did help me and I still did badly… well, wouldn’t that just prove how much smarter she was and how slow I was?
And here I was, this dumb little sister, still looking up to her like crazy. How could she have the heart to complain that I was dragging her down?
In my past life, I’d slammed my cutlery down, “So what if you made top ten? Big deal.”
And I got detention for an hour.
Now, I served her soup, “Have more, Georgia. Studying uses a lot of energy.”
Dad’s gaze toward me softened.
Mom asked me privately, “What are you up to?”
I said, “Mom, remember how I used to hate taking medicine when I was little? I’d throw a fit every time.”
“Then one day Grandma hid the pill in a spoonful of strawberry yogurt, and I swallowed it without even noticing. You don’t fight the medicine. You wrap it in something sweet and down it in one go.”
She seemed to understand, and yet not quite.
School started, and we were in the same class.
Dad had pulled strings to arrange it, so I could “look after” her.
In my past life, I’d hated this more than anything.
The whole class knew I had a smart older sister, and I was always the one being compared. The more I rebelled, the more unreasonable I seemed.
This time was different.
On the first day, I held her hand and introduced her to the whole class, “This is Georgia! My sister! Three months older than me, and she’s so smart!”
The class fell silent, shocked.
For most families, suddenly having an older sister around was awkward.
Shouting it from the rooftops like I did was unheard of.
I became the class’s resident “sister worshipper.”
When she had duty, I grabbed the broom first.
When she got lunch, I waited in line for her.
When she joined the school sports meet, I cheered “Go, Georgia!” until my throat was hoarse.
Classmates said, “You’re way too nice to your sister.”
I scratched my head and grinned, “She’s my only sister.”
The only misstep came at the midterm grades.
She ranked third in the grade, and I ranked forty-seventh.
It wasn’t an act—I really wasn’t as bright as her.
In my past life, she took my spot at the top school. She had the best teachers, and her foundation was way stronger than mine.
But I didn’t panic.
When the teacher called out my rank, I burst into loud, genuine tears, overwhelmed by frustration.
Having been stepped on by her in my past life, only to fall behind again in this one, the emotion hit me hard, and I couldn’t hold it back.
The whole class went dead quiet.
I wiped my tears through sobs, “You’re so amazing, Georgia… Why am I so stupid… We’ve got the same father, so how did I end up so far behind… If I’d been through what you went through out there, I’d know so much better how to treasure what I have…”
The expressions on our classmates’ faces got complicated.
