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

At 7:12 a.m., in Ye Yang's room on the second floor of the Lin Family Manor.

Sunlight had already squeezed in through the gaps in the sheer curtains of the French windows, casting a light golden hue on the carpet.

Ye Yang looked at himself in the mirror. He wore the Decade Driver on his waist, its white base gleaming with a soft, matte finish in the morning light.

He held the Decade Rider's riding card in his right hand, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the card.

He took a deep breath, then lowered his voice and said to himself in the mirror, "Just a Kamen Rider passing by—remember that."

He paused for a moment, then held up the card and shouted, "Henshin."

He inserted the card into the slot directly above his belt, and the moment the card slid in, the metal contacts inside the slot lit up with a bright green glow.

He gripped the handles on both sides of the belt with both hands and pushed them towards the middle.

A magenta halo erupted from the crystal core of the belt, spreading out along the ground and causing the leaves of the succulent plant in his room to sway slightly.

A deep, synthesized male voice emanated from deep within the belt, resonating exceptionally clearly in the quiet room: "KamenRide! Decade!"

Nine grayish-white phantoms were arranged in a ring, spreading out from the center point and then collapsing back towards the center.

The black undergarment began to materialize, and a giant black and white X on the chest extended outwards from the center. The magenta shoulder armor and chest armor solidified one after another from the light and shadow.

The helmet features seven black barcode patterns arranged from top to bottom on the front, with emerald green compound eyes lighting up the moment it is formed, and a yellow status indicator light on the forehead illuminating.

Kamen Rider Decade stood in front of the full-length mirror. He turned his neck, flexed his wrists, crossed his arms, and slowly nodded to his reflection: "That's so cool."

He raised his right hand to his eyes, turned it over to look at the pattern on the glove, then raised his left hand to look at it, and then turned around slightly to examine himself from the side.

But as he looked at it, his brows furrowed slightly. He touched the chin area of ​​the helmet and said in a drawn-out voice, "However—it feels like something's missing from that transformation just now."

He stood motionless in front of the mirror for a full five seconds, then clenched his right fist and tapped it against his left palm, saying with an excited, sudden realization:

"What's missing? Oh—it doesn't seem arrogant enough. The transformation pose is too honest. No, it's not good enough. Let's do it again."

He was a man of action.

He pulled the card out of his belt slot, his entire armor turned into magenta light particles and dissipated, transforming him back into the ordinary boy in his pajamas.

He held up the card with one hand, then spoke again.

This time, his tone rose half a octave, the last syllable rising slightly, carrying an arrogant "I'm the best" attitude: "Passing Kamen Rider—remember this!"

He flicked the card toward his belt, but instead of flying into the slot as he had expected, the card tumbled twice in the air before falling to the ground.

Ye Yang looked down at the cards on the ground, then looked up at himself in the mirror.

His lips twitched: "No, no—I made a mistake, I made a mistake, let's try again."

He quickly squatted down to pick up the card, then wiped away non-existent dust from the card with his sleeve, stood up again, and tidied his expression in front of the mirror.

He coughed and held the card firmly between his fingers.

He pulled his wrist back into position and then swung it sharply.

The card traced a smooth arc in the air before sliding precisely into the belt slot with a crisp "click".

He barely paused, and with his right hand, he violently pushed the hand closest to his right waist inward.

The crystal core of the belt emitted an aura once again.

"KamenRide! Decade!" The sound effect rang out, and nine phantom figures reappeared.

Decade stood in front of the full-length mirror once again.

He looked down at the spot where he was pushing the handle with one hand, then looked up at himself in the mirror and nodded.

"Hmm, this tastes much better."

But he quickly began to think again. He reached out and touched the side of the helmet, his fingers tapping lightly on the magenta armor, producing a crisp knocking sound.

"But shouldn't I try to be a little more innovative? Xiaoming's signature move is a powerful one-on-one push, so shouldn't I create my own signature move? For example—"

He deactivated his transformation again, and the card popped out of the slot, which he caught.

He held the card between his fingertips, his eyes darted around, and then his eyes lit up.

"Sigh—what if I tossed the card into the air, let it spin once, and then let it fly back and tuck it into my belt? Or let it spin twice? Three times?"

He then began to try it.

He placed the card flat in his palm and then tossed it into the air.

The card flipped about one and a half times in the air, then gradually deviated from its intended trajectory and flew directly towards the bed.

Ye Yang quickly ran over, picked up the card, and tried it a second time.

This time the card spun twice, and when it came back, he tried to grab it with his fingers. He managed to grab it, but he almost dropped it on the ground.

The third time, the card spun around and came back. He caught it steadily with a flick of his wrist, and then swung it towards his belt.

The card veered off course, hitting the edge of the belt and bouncing before sliding into the slot.

"Okay, go Pikachu!" He shouted, then laughed at himself. "No, no, 'Go Pikachu' is too silly. I'll choose something else next time."

He pulled the cards out again, flexed his fingers, and continued practicing.

The card spun once in the air before he caught it steadily. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "You still need more practice."

……

Lin Xingran's room is right next to Ye Yang's room, separated by only one wall.

The Lin family's building is of quite good quality; the walls are solid brick, and under normal circumstances, the sound insulation is more than sufficient.

The problem is that the transformation sound effect of the Decade Driver is not "normal".

The sound "KamenRide! Decade!" was a sound wave directly generated from the energy field of the belt's core, possessing certain dimensional characteristics and penetrating power that was more than an order of magnitude stronger than ordinary sounds.

Moreover, Ye Yang has already released it several times in a row.

Lin Xingran was lying on the bed in a sleeping position that could only be described as "bold".

Her body was spread out in a starfish shape, with only one corner of the blanket draped over her stomach, the rest lying on the floor.

One of her legs was dangling off the bed, one hand was on her forehead, and the other hand hung down by the side of the bed, her fingertips just touching the floor.

Her hair, after a night of tossing and turning, had turned into a wine-red bird's nest, and there were traces of drool at the corners of her mouth.

Her dark circles were a little worse than yesterday, after all, she had been playing games until 3 a.m.

She first taught a few clueless opponents a lesson in the game, accompanied by several loud noises of slamming the table and smashing the keyboard.

I played until after 3 a.m. before finally shutting down the computer with a victory declaration of "I won! Is that all? Is that all?"

When the sound effect first came on, she just frowned, turned over, and went back to sleep.

When the second sound effect played, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and covered her face with it, kicked her legs on the bed a couple of times, and let out a muffled groan.

As the third sound effect rang out, she threw the pillow toward the door.

The pillow hit the door with a dull thud, then fell limply to the floor.

When the sound effect rang for the fourth time, it finally pushed her to her limit.

Lin Xingran sprang up from the bed with a somersault and stood steadily on it.

Her short, wine-red hair stood on end, and although her eyes were still half-closed, they were already blazing with anger.

She held her hands in fists at her sides, looking like a bear whose hibernation had been disturbed.

She kicked open her bedroom door with such force that the doorknob slammed into the wall, leaving a shallow dent.

A loud "bang" echoed throughout the entire second-floor corridor.

She stood in the middle of the corridor with her hands on her hips, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth to a rather astonishing angle.

"Who!!! Who woke me up so early in the morning?!"

Her voice boomed down the corridor, making the leaves of the potted plants at the end of the corridor tremble three times.

Suddenly, two figures appeared out of nowhere, flanking Lin Xingran from the left and right, and simultaneously covered her mouth.

Lin Xingran's mouth was covered, and she could only make "mmm" sounds.

She turned her head left and right to look at her parents who were covering her mouth, her eyes filled with confusion.

Su Wanqing leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't make a sound—your brother is practicing his transformation inside."

Although Lin Yuanshan didn't speak, he didn't loosen his grip.

His gaze fell on the tightly closed door of Ye Yang's room, his expression very serious, as if he were analyzing some tactical issue.

The eldest sister, Lin Yumin, stood a little further back in the corridor, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

She was already dressed, having changed out of her pajamas into a white shirt and dark blue trousers.

Her hair was neatly styled, creating a stark contrast with Lin Xingran beside her.

Lin Ying stood next to her older sister, clutching the hem of her nightgown with both hands, her bare feet on the wooden floor of the corridor.

Her silver-white hair was a little messy, clearly indicating that she had just gotten out of bed.

Those light gray eyes were staring unblinkingly at Ye Yang's door.

Lin Xingran finally broke free from her parents' control and was about to speak when Lin Yumin took two steps forward.

She walked very quietly to Ye Yang's door, then bent down slightly and peered through the crack in the door.

Lin Yumin watched for a while, then stepped back and whispered to the people surrounding her, "I have to say, this armor is really good-looking. And the transformation effect is quite flashy too."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xingran immediately leaned over to look. She pressed her face against the door, straining to see through the crack with one eye.

Su Wanqing couldn't help but take half a step forward and tilt her head towards the crack in the door.

Lin Yuanshan stood still, but his gaze clearly drifted towards the door.

Meanwhile, Kamen Rider Decade was sitting in the gaming chair that Lin Yuanshan had just bought for him.

He placed his hands on the armrests, leaned back slightly, and then gently pushed off the floor with his toes, causing the gaming chair to start spinning.

He spun around and around, his magenta armor shimmering softly in the morning light as he turned.

After transforming into a Kamen Rider, his sensory abilities were enhanced across the board.

When he was halfway through his spin, he suddenly felt something staring at him.

He stopped spinning, and his emerald green compound eyes lit up.

He turned to look towards the doorway, his voice coming through his visor: "Who's there?"

The door was suddenly kicked open.

Lin Xingran lunged directly into the room. As she fell, she instinctively reached out to grab something, and ended up grabbing Lin Yumin's sleeve.

Lin Yumin was holding a teacup when she was pulled by her, causing the teacup to wobble and spill a few drops of tea onto the carpet. She frowned slightly but did not say anything.

Su Wanqing stood behind, trying to support her two daughters, but ended up stumbling forward herself.

Lin Yuanshan reacted quickly and tried to grab Su Wanqing, but his heel tripped over the edge of the carpet.

Lin Ying stood at the very back, stunned by the chain reaction in front of her.

Finally, Lin Xingran lay face down at the bottom, her hands patted on the carpet, her face almost touching the ground.

Lin Yumin knelt beside her, holding the half-spilled cup of tea in one hand, her expression still calm.

Su Wanqing managed to stand by holding onto the door frame, while Lin Yuanshan had one arm around her waist.

Lin Ying stood barefoot at the door, unsure of what to do.

Lin Xingran lay on the ground, patting the floor with her palm, and said in a muffled voice, "You're crushing me—wailing, I don't want to live anymore—you're all bullying me—"

Decade sat in his gaming chair, his emerald green compound eyes calmly staring at the pile of people in the doorway.

It took the group about ten seconds to get up from the ground.

Lin Yuanshan was the first to stand firm, then calmly straightened the collar of his military uniform, his movements so swift and efficient that it was as if nothing had just happened.

After standing up, Su Wanqing smoothed her hair with her hand, tucked a stray strand behind her ear, and gave a slightly embarrassed but elegant smile.

After standing up, Lin Yumin's first action was not to straighten her clothes, but to look down at the small patch of carpet that was soaked with tea. Then, holding the remaining half cup of tea, she calmly retreated to the wall.

Lin Ying tiptoed in from the doorway, stood next to her older sister with her head down, and unconsciously twisted her hands together.

Lin Xingran was the last to get up. Her hair was a mess, like a chicken coop that had been swept by a tornado.

She patted off non-existent dust from her body, then put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and prepared to regain control of the situation.

Lin Yuanshan was the first to break the silence.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Decade. Even at nearly 1.9 meters tall, he still had to tilt his head slightly in front of Decade.

He reached out and patted the Decade's right shoulder armor, producing two dull tapping sounds.

"Very cool armor," Lin Yuanshan said.

Then he put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked out of the room at a leisurely pace.

Su Wanqing stepped forward, clasped her hands in front of her, looked Diqi up and down, and then said with a smile in her voice:

"Breakfast is ready. Don't bother moving, come down and eat. Your older sister got up early today and asked the kitchen to prepare an extra portion."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Lin Yumin carried the half-empty cup of tea to Diqi.

She raised her head, her deep brown eyes calmly scanning the armor, and then said indifferently, "Breakfast is ready."

After saying that, she picked up her teacup and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, she paused, then turned her head slightly and said, "Your movements are quite graceful."

Lin Ying followed closely behind her older sister. When she passed Emperor Knight, she slowed down a little, glanced at him quickly, and then lowered her head and jogged away.

Only Ye Yang and Lin Xingran remained in the room.

Lin Xingran remained unfazed by the pressure. She stood in front of Emperor Knight with her hands on her hips, her neck craned back, and her chin held high.

"You!" Lin Xingran stretched out her hand and pointed her index finger at Decade's head.

Decade tilted his head slightly to look at her, his emerald green compound eyes revealing no emotion.

Then he stood up with a "whoosh".

The Emperor Knight, who stood up from his gaming chair, was 1.92 meters tall, more than a head taller than Lin Xingran.

He took half a step forward and stood in front of Lin Xingran, the height difference between the two was clearly displayed at that moment.

Lin Xingran's outstretched finger landed squarely in the center of the large white "X" on Decade's chest.

Lin Xingran pouted angrily, then reached out and grabbed the edge of the Decade's shoulder armor, pressing it down hard.

"Sit down—you're not allowed to be taller than me—" Her arm muscles were taut, but Decade remained unmoved.

She pushed several times, but still couldn't budge it. She suddenly let go, then stomped her foot angrily and shouted, somewhat aggrieved, "Ye Yang! You bastard!"

Kamen Rider Decade finally sat down.

He sat back down in the gaming chair, crossed his legs, and positioned the soles of his gaming boots directly in Lin Xingran's direction.

This pose, combined with that magenta armor, makes him look both arrogant and irritating.

Lin Xingran regained her sense of superiority, put her hands on her hips, and began to lecture in her usual domineering tone.

"From now on, when you transform—go outside—don't transform in your room—understand? I need to get my beauty sleep! Do you even understand beauty sleep? Girls' skin will get better if they sleep an extra hour in the morning!"

Ye Yang looked at her, and the corners of his mouth under his helmet turned up even higher.

"You were playing games until 3 a.m. last night, shouting 'Second skill, second skill!' 'Push the tower, push the tower!' Your voice was louder than my transformation sound effect; I could hear it even through the sound barrier."

Lin Xingran opened her mouth, her eyes darted to the left and then to the right.

She did indeed team up to play ranked matches in her room last night, and when she got into the game, she shouted a few times, so loudly that the chandelier in the living room downstairs vibrated slightly.

But after only a few seconds, she raised her head again, pointed her finger at Ye Yang's nose, and said in a higher voice:

"Anyway—anyway, you have to obey! I'm your second sister! You have to listen to what your second sister says! That's the rule! The family rule!"

"Okay, Second Sister." Ye Yang said obediently, then he stood up again and reached out to pat Lin Xingran's head.

His armored hand gently stroked her few stray hairs, smoothing them down.

Lin Xingran was stunned for a moment. Then, she angrily slapped his hand off her head, turned around, and strode towards the door.

Her steps were quick and heavy, her feet making a series of dull thuds on the floor.

She paused at the door, then turned back and made a face at Ye Yang.

Her tongue was sticking out, and her lower eyelids were pulled down with two fingers. Combined with her bird's nest-like hair, the effect of this grotesque face was twice as exaggerated as usual.

She closed the door again after making a funny face.