Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

"Wow, you guys are serious! I thought it was a scam call!"

Ye Yang stood at the entrance of the orphanage, completely bewildered.

He was still clutching half a half-eaten steamed bun in one hand, while his other hand unconsciously tugged at the strap of the magenta camera hanging on his chest, his eyes wide open.

A whole convoy of cars was lined up in front of him, and they were truly luxury cars, their black surfaces gleaming and reflecting an almost blinding light under the sun.

Next to each car stood bodyguards in black suits, all of them burly and ramrod straight as javelins.

At this moment, they stood with their hands crossed in front of them, their expressions as serious as if they were carrying out some important military mission.

Ye Yang glanced back at the iron gate of the orphanage.

Several teenagers were peering out from the door frame, the youngest girl's mouth agape in an "O" shape, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.

Dean Zhang was hurriedly urging the children back, muttering "Don't look, don't look," but she herself couldn't help but glance back a few more times.

Anyone would be stunned by this scene.

"No, I mean..." Ye Yang scratched the back of his head, his hair, which was already messy, became even more disheveled. "Are you guys mistaken? I'm just an ordinary person, the kind who hasn't even awakened superpowers yet, how could I possibly be..."

He hadn't finished speaking when the woman standing at the front stepped forward.

This woman's name is Su Wanqing.

Ye Yang had seen her on television; she was a senior advisor to the Federal Awakened Administration Bureau, and every time she appeared on the news, she was dignified, elegant, and spoke with proper manners.

But the woman standing in front of him now had red eyes, trembling lips, and her carefully applied makeup couldn't hide the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

She reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to touch Ye Yang's face, but stopped halfway through, as if afraid of breaking something fragile.

"It's so similar, it's really too similar." Su Wanqing's voice was choked with sobs, and tears finally streamed down her cheeks.

"You look exactly like your father when he was young. Child... you are our son."

Ye Yang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He subconsciously looked down at his faded T-shirt, his frayed jeans, and his sneakers that he had worn for almost two years.

All his clothes combined probably aren't even worth as much as a bodyguard's tie.

And he was their son?

This plot is too outrageous! Isn't this the kind of plot that only exists in novels?

I'm Chovy, this isn't your plot development! Get the plot going!

The man standing next to Su Wanqing spoke up at this moment.

His name is Lin Yuanshan, deputy commander of the Eastern Theater Command, a first-class general. He always has the cold, hard expression of a tough soldier on television.

But at this moment, when he looked at Ye Yang, there was something indescribable in his eyes, like guilt or heartache.

"Child," Lin Yuanshan said in a low voice, "you've suffered all these years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two rows of bodyguards in black bowed in unison, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed a hundred times, their voices so loud that the leaves of the sycamore trees at the orphanage gate trembled three times.

"Welcome home, young master!"

Ye Yang was so startled by the shout that he almost dropped the steamed bun in his hand.

"Damn..." he muttered under his breath, swallowing hard.

Then, he did something that no one expected.

Ye Yang raised the magenta camera hanging around his neck, aimed it at the scene in front of him, and quickly pressed the shutter.

Click.

The camera made a crisp sound, and a photo popped out from the bottom.

Ye Yang skillfully pulled out the photo, pinched the edge, and shook it.

The image gradually appeared in the photo, but something seemed strange.

The edges of the image have a blurred double image, as if something is gently swaying in the picture, giving the whole photo an unreal feel.

Lin Yuanshan and Su Wanqing exchanged a glance, both of them looking puzzled.

"Ye Yang, what are you doing...?" Su Wanqing couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, this one." Ye Yang held up the photo and looked at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm taking notes. After all, standing in front of me are the renowned General Lin Yuanshan and Advisor Su Wanqing, people I usually only see on TV. Shouldn't I take a picture to commemorate this?"

He put the photo in his pocket, then took out a business card from another pocket and handed it over with both hands.

It was a simply designed business card with a light yellow background and a hand-drawn smiley face on the front. Next to the smiley face, a line of text was written in a crooked hand—

"I hope to use the camera to capture everyone's happy smiles."

The back of the business card also has a line of small print: "Skills mastered: 1999".

Lin Yuanshan took the business card, read the words on it, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"This child is quite interesting." He turned to Su Wanqing and said, with a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction in his tone.

Su Wanqing wiped her eyes and nodded with a smile, but her gaze never left Ye Yang, as if she were looking at every detail of him.

"Child, come home with us," Su Wanqing said softly. "I know all of this is too sudden for you, but... could you come back with us first? Just to see what's going on would be good."

Ye Yang scratched his head. He didn't really know how to handle this situation.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker. After transmigrating to this world, he was just an ordinary orphan. He earned over 100,000 yuan by relying on the novels he had read in his previous life and by singing some Chinese pop songs that were considered "dimensionally superior" to those from the global village.

In order to pay tribute to Decade and Kuuga who saved him, he started learning new skills at the age of 6 and finally reached 1999 skills, completing the achievement. Maybe he can even unlock the hidden skill "Transformation".

Thinking about it this way, I realize that I really am as ordinary as can be.

And today, suddenly a pair of parents appeared, and they were even important figures of this caliber, claiming that he was their child who had been switched at birth...

To be honest, he still hasn't fully processed this information.

"Ah, this..." Ye Yang scratched his head again, his hair now a mess. "To be honest, I'm a little flattered. Okay, then... shall we go take a look?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that his answer was a bit too casual, so he quickly added, "I mean, thank you for your help."

"It's no trouble at all," Su Wanqing quickly shook her head, "We owe you so much."

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from not far away.

A silver-gray sedan stopped at the end of the convoy.

The car door opened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out.

Ye Yang's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

It was a girl, who looked about his age, probably seventeen or eighteen.

What's most striking is her head of white hair, silvery-white like the first snow of winter, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.

Her hair was just shoulder-length, with neatly trimmed ends, and it swayed gently as she walked.

She was wearing a simple navy blue dress with a thin white cardigan over it, and black ankle boots.

She looked cold and aloof, like an ice queen straight out of a shoujo manga.

The girl walked quickly to Lin Yuanshan and Su Wanqing's side and then stopped.

She looked up at Ye Yang.

Ye Yang also looked at her.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, then simultaneously looked away.

Lin Yuanshan began by introducing, "Ye Yang, this is Lin Ying. She's the child who was switched at birth back then."

His tone was somewhat complicated when he said this, after all, this kind of thing is not easy for anyone to explain.

One is her biological son who has been living away from home for eighteen years, and the other is her daughter who was raised from childhood but is not her biological daughter.

"After Sakura found out we found you, she insisted on coming with us."

Su Wanqing added from the side, her tone gentle, "She said she wanted to see you, saying something like... she felt bad about it."

Ye Yang noticed that Lin Ying lowered her head while Su Wanqing was speaking, her hands gripping the hem of her dress, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Ye Yang thought to himself, this girl looks cold, but actually...

Just as he was thinking this, Lin Ying raised her head.

Her face was small, with delicate features that looked as if they had been drawn with a brush. Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, which made her light gray eyes stand out even more.

Then, she spoke.

"I'm...I'm...I'm sorry..."

Ye Yang's brain froze for half a second.

Wait a moment.

What's that sound?

He originally thought that, given Lin Ying's icy beauty appearance, her words would be cold, distant, and perhaps even a little hostile.

After all, she was the child who had lived in the Lin family for eighteen years. Now that a "real young master" has suddenly appeared, it would be hard for anyone to accept.

But the voice that actually came from those refined and aloof mouths was stuttering, with obvious trembling and nervousness.

This, combined with those light gray eyes that almost seemed to overflow with unease, created a contrast so striking that it took one moment to react.

"I...I shouldn't...no..." Lin Ying's face turned bright red, and her words became increasingly incoherent. In the end, she simply bit her lip, and something began to well up in her eyes.

Ye Yang blinked. He turned to look at Su Wanqing, his face full of questions.

Su Wanqing sighed softly, reached out and touched Lin Ying's hair, her movements as gentle as if she were comforting a frightened little animal.

Su Wanqing explained with a tone full of heartache, "Xiaoying has had a stutter since she was little. It was quite severe when she was younger, but it's much better now, although it still flares up when she's emotional. She's been working hard to overcome it and has made great progress."

Ye Yang nodded, then glanced at Lin Ying again.

The white-haired girl was staring intently at the tips of her shoes, her ears burning red, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt, creating deep folds.

Ye Yang suddenly felt that he had seen this scene somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

Never mind, I'll leave it for now.

Ye Yang cleared his throat and then gave a big smile.

"Hello! My name is Ye Yang, Ye as in leaf and Yang as in sunshine. That's who I am."

As he spoke, he pulled another business card out of his pocket; heaven knows how many he had in his pocket.

Then he leaned forward slightly and presented it with both hands in a very gentlemanly gesture.

Lin Ying was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the business card handed to her.

Ye Yang's eyes sparkled as he continued, "I've watched some of your match videos online before. Your movement in the beginner tactical drill was so cool! I watched that Flash followed by a backslash combo at least five times."

As he spoke, he gave Lin Ying a thumbs up, his smile as bright as the midday sun in summer.

Please feel free to guide me!

Lin Ying stared at Ye Yang for a long while. In her light gray eyes, the initial tension and unease slowly transformed into a complex emotion.

She slowly reached out and took the business card, then said in a barely audible voice, "...Th...thank you."

Standing to the side, Su Wanqing watched this scene and couldn't help but smile.

She turned to look at Lin Yuanshan and found that her husband was also looking at the two children. The corners of her mouth curved upwards in a very subtle arc.

"Then, let's go home," Lin Yuanshan said.

Ye Yang nodded, hung up his camera, and waved in the direction of the orphanage.

"Aunt Zhang! I'm going out for a bit! Don't bother saving me dinner tonight!"

Behind the window on the second floor of the orphanage, Aunt Zhang was secretly wiping away tears when she heard the shout and almost burst out laughing.

That silly boy.

The bodyguard opened the door of the extended luxury car. When Ye Yang bent down to crawl inside, he accidentally bumped his head on the door frame, grimacing in pain and rubbing it for a while.

Su Wanqing felt sorry for him and quickly reached out to rub his hands, muttering, "Slow down, slow down."

Lin Ying boarded the car from the other side and sat in a window seat, one seat away from Lin Yuanshan.

The scenery outside the car window began to recede into the distance.

The iron gate of the orphanage, the old sycamore tree that had accompanied him throughout his childhood, and the crooked basketball hoop at the entrance grew further and further away.

Ye Yang leaned against the car window, his hand unconsciously stroking the camera lens.

This camera was the only thing he brought with him when he traveled to this world.

After all, it was that person who saved him from that hellish disaster. Although now it seems that only he remembers that incident.