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Reborn to Win

After reaching the pinnacle of success as a supposed impostor, Brian is suddenly transported back to his senior year of high school. Floating comments now label him a thief while cheering for the real heir, Horace, to reclaim his glory. Despite the supernatural interference and Horace’s own rebirth, Brian remains undeterred. He knows his past achievements were earned through grit, not luck. As college applications begin, he prepares to fight for his future once more in this young adult romance.
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Chapter 4

[Sharon and the fake heir definitely don't know each other. The guy just lost the top university spot, so now he's trying little tricks to get Sharon's attention. He's so shameless, always trying to steal the real heir's girl!]

Seduce her?

The thought was ridiculous. What nonsense!

Without saying a word, I straightened the desk Laura had kicked crooked. I took an eraser and rubbed out the little butterfly I had drawn.

Under the mix of pity, contempt, and quiet amusement from my classmates, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom with my back straight.

My path had never depended on anyone's charity, and I had never needed to steal anything from anyone.

Soon, the admission letters were finalized.

The atmosphere inside the Clarks' residence shifted.

Horace became the center of attention. The glow of a top university wrapped around him like a shining medal, covering up every trace of his past rebellion and trouble.

Sebastian and Molly Clark hadn't smiled like this in months. When they looked at Horace, their eyes were full of pride.

"Horace, you make us so proud." Sebastian clapped him on the shoulder, his voice booming with satisfaction. "Ashford University physics department. That's more like it! That's what a Clark son should look like."

"Brian," Molly said, glancing at me with a sigh that sounded half disappointed and half dismissive, "we fed you and raised you for over ten years. You had the same schools, the same tutors. How did you end up with such a poor score? I'm just saying… Look at your brother, then look at you. Some people are just born different. There's no comparison."

Sebastian frowned, clearly irritated.

"You're not really a Clark by blood, and it shows. Your brain just doesn't work the same way. We thought that even without the bloodline, after all these years raising you, you'd at least make us proud.

"But look at you. You scored 1,500 and picked a second-rate college. You're absolutely hopeless."

Horace slipped his arm around Molly's and spoke gently, "Don't say that about Brian. North River State isn't that bad. After he graduates, he can become an accountant or something. A quiet, stable life would suit him."

The sympathy in his voice carried a sharp edge, like a needle poking at me.

The comments scrolled wildly in front of me.

[Haha, this is great! The Clarks finally see the fake heir for what he is!]

[A no-name college for a nobody. Perfect fit. The Clarks could've raised a dog for ten years and it probably would've turned out better. How is the fake heir this stupid?]

I listened quietly to every cutting remark, but didn't respond.

Fifteen hundred wasn't an amazing score, but it wasn't bad either. Still, if the fake heir wasn't the best one in the room, if I wasn't the so-called main character these comments kept talking about, then nothing I did would ever matter.

Before the admission letters arrived, I signed up for a national youth coding championship.

I also picked up a part-time job at a small coffee shop near the house.

I needed to save up tuition and living expenses.

In the mornings, while Horace was still asleep, I was already out the door.

At night, while my parents sat with him chatting about stories from Ashford University, asking questions, and sharing laughs, I dragged myself home exhausted.

I would swallow a few bites of cold leftovers, then shut myself in my room.

The glow of the computer screen lit the dark while I wrote code and debugged my competition project.

The comments never stopped mocking me.

[Oh, look, the fake heir's working hard. I bet he loves his job at the coffee shop.]

[Typing on a computer like you're the next Steve Jobs? Give it a rest.]

[Getting a taste of working-class life, huh? Probably good to get used to it early. That's about as far as you're going to go anyway.]

A few days later, the Clarks hosted a grand celebration for Horace's admission to Ashford University.

Prominent business figures from the city and across the state arrived, one after another, to offer congratulations to Horace, Sebastian, and Molly.