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

After breakfast, Ye Yang was dragged by Lin Xingran to the sports field in the backyard of the Lin family manor under the pretext that "exercise after meals helps with digestion".

The sports field is the open space behind the villa, surrounded by sycamore trees.

There was a standard hard court there, and next to it was a small rest area with several white parasols and a set of outdoor tables and chairs.

The morning sunlight was filtered through the dense foliage of the sycamore trees, turning into scattered gold dust that fell onto the dark green tennis court.

Lin Ying sat on a bench by the court, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand, taking small sips of it, her eyes fixed on the two people on the court.

She wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt and white athletic shorts today.

Her silver-white hair was loosely tied back with a hair tie, revealing her fair neck and two small ears.

Sunlight streamed through the edge of the parasol, casting small, shimmering patches of light on her knees.

Ye Yang stood behind the baseline, holding a tennis racket in his right hand. The racket spun between his fingers and then came to rest steadily in his palm.

Lin Xingran stood behind the service line on the other side of the court. She bounced the tennis ball twice on the ground and then grabbed it.

She looked up at Ye Yang, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She tossed the ball into the air, then leaned back slightly, swinging her racket in a clean, crisp arc.

The ball made a crisp "snap" sound when it was hit, flying over the net like a small yellow-green cannonball.

Ye Yang moved two steps to the right, caught the ball steadily with his racket, and then swung his arm to hit the ball back.

Lin Xingran ran forward two steps, then blocked with his backhand, hitting the ball back. The ball landed in a very tricky spot, heading straight for the corner of the baseline.

Ye Yang turned and rushed two steps, then slid to a stop, scooped the ball up from below with his racket, and flicked it over the net.

The two of them fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds.

The tennis ball shuttled back and forth over the net, the sound of the ball hitting the ground crisp and rhythmic, like a march with the tempo getting faster and faster.

Lin Xingran's playing style was fierce, each shot carrying the precision and power honed through military academy training. Yet Ye Yang didn't miss a single shot.

Lin Xingran finally couldn't hold back any longer. After receiving a baseline ball, she straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

A few strands of her burgundy short hair were damp with sweat and clung to her temples. Her face had a healthy flush from exercise, and her breathing was a little more rapid than before.

She pointed her racket at Ye Yang across from her, her voice full of doubt as she asked, "Wow—didn't you say you hadn't awakened? How come your physique is so good?"

She tucked her racket under her armpit, gestured with her hands in front of her chest, and said, "I've played three games, I'm drenched in sweat, and you're not even out of breath—are you even human?"

Ye Yang stood the racket upright on the ground, then placed both hands on the top of the handle and spun the racket around. The racket frame made a rumbling sound as it spun on the hard ground.

He looked at Lin Xingran and said calmly, "The two thousandth skill, one of which is tennis."

Lin Xingran was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She hoisted the racket onto her shoulder, patted the racket face, and the racket face made two crisp sounds in her palm.

"Again," she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

Ye Yang picked up the racket from the ground and twirled it halfway in his hand.

"OK."

Lin Ying sat on a bench by the field, the bottle of mineral water in her hand just brought to her lips, but she hadn't had a chance to drink yet.

She watched the two players start running again on the field, her eyes following the small yellow-green ball.

Just then, a figure flashed past her out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Ying turned her head. Lin Yumin was walking briskly along the gravel path next to the court.

She was wearing a simple white shirt with a light gray trench coat over it, as if she was going out to run some errands.

She walked much faster than usual, and her phone screen was still lit up, as if she had just finished reading some message.

Her lips were pursed tighter than usual, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

Lin Ying gently put down her water bottle, stood up from the bench, and asked, "Big...Big Sister...aren't you going to play ball with us today?"

Lin Yumin stopped and turned to look at Lin Ying. Her dark brown eyes lingered on Lin Ying's face for a moment before curving slightly.

"My older sister has something to do today. We'll play ball together next time."

After saying that, she turned and continued walking, her figure growing farther and farther away until she finally disappeared completely into the shadow of the sycamore tree.

Lin Ying watched her older sister's back turn as she passed the artificial hill. Her silvery-white eyelashes fluttered gently twice, and she tilted her head slightly in a cute way.

Just then, a butterfly flew past her, and her gaze followed it for half a circle before returning to the end of the pebble path.

Meanwhile, unusual noises were heard from the sidelines.

Because Lin Xingran didn't control the force of her swing, a small patch of orange-red flame leaked out of her palm the moment the racket touched the tennis ball.

The flames spread along the racket frame to the ball, igniting the tennis ball instantly.

It trailed an orange-red tail of flame in the air, flying towards Ye Yang like a small incendiary bomb.

The air was slightly distorted by the heat of the tennis ball, creating a hissing sound.

Ye Yang's eyes widened for a moment, and he instinctively reached out with his racket to catch the ball.

The racket made a muffled sound the moment it hit the ball, and a small ball of sparks exploded on the racket face.

Ye Yang's wrist was slightly numb from the shock, and the ball bounced several meters to the side before landing, rolling twice on the ground outside the baseline before going out.

"Holy crap! You're serious?" Ye Yang switched the racket to his other hand, shook his right wrist which had gone numb from the shock, and looked at the tennis ball that was still smoking.

Lin Xingran stood opposite, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.

She put down her racket, scratched the tip of her nose with her finger, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I couldn't control it—it wasn't intentional—it just caught fire by itself—"

"Since you are ruthless—don't blame me for being unjust."

Ye Yang twirled the racket in his hand, then bent down and pulled out another racket from the bag on the side of the court.

Now he holds a racket in each hand, raising them in front of him in a symmetrical fighting stance.

Lin Xingran blinked, looking at him with a racket in each hand.

"What is that? Dual-wielding?"

"Come on. Enough with the nonsense," Ye Yang said calmly, even wiping the smile from his face.

Children, those who want to win don't laugh.

Lin Xingran's lips curled up, and her eyes gleamed slightly. This younger brother always managed to come up with some new tricks she'd never seen before.

She slapped the racket face against her palm twice, making a crisp sound.

She stood back behind the service line and tossed the ball into the air.

"In that case—don't say I'm bullying you!"

She leaped up and swung her racket; this time, she didn't deliberately suppress her abilities.

Flames spread from her palm to the racket face, and the racket exploded into a burst of orange-red fire the moment it hit the tennis ball.

The tennis ball was ignited into a high-speed spinning fireball, whistling through the net and leaving a scorching arc in the air. The temperature on the court rose several degrees in that instant.

Then Lin Xingran saw the most outrageous ball-playing posture she had ever seen in her life.

Ye Yang spun around in place like a top.

He spread his arms, his two rackets forming two straight lines on either side of his body.

He spun faster and faster, the hard soles of his shoes screeching rapidly and rhythmically against the ground.

His body spun rapidly, becoming a blurry shadow. His two rackets traced circular arcs in the air, eventually forming a visible, pale white vortex.

The cyclone grew stronger, swirling up dust and bits of grass from the field, which then rose along its axis of rotation, forming a small tornado.

The column of wind was about two or three meters high, and it even swept up the leaves that had fallen from the sycamore tree. The green leaves swirled inside the column of wind.

Lin Ying's mineral water bottle slipped from her hand and rolled to the ground without her noticing.

The burning fireball crashed into the tornado.

It was caught in a vortex at the edge, and the flames were fanned by the wind and burned even brighter.

It was spun around by the tornado for a short distance before being flung away by a huge centrifugal force.

Ye Yang adjusted the angle of his racket while spinning.

His right-hand racket struck the fireball precisely the instant it was thrown into the vortex.

The tennis ball exploded in a blinding flash on the racket face before shooting back.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye; all that could be seen was a yellow-green afterimage trailing an orange-red tail flame, which instantly pierced through the entire stadium.

It struck Lin Xingran's racket directly and then passed right through it.

The racket's net strings were torn apart with a crisp "pop," and several strings broke at the same time, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The tennis ball continued flying backwards, finally hitting the wire fence behind the court.

The ball spun around in the net several times, making a hissing sound for about three or four seconds before finally coming to a stop and falling to the ground.

Ye Yang finally stopped spinning. The ground beneath his feet had been worn with several circular scratches of varying depths by the soles of his shoes.

He looked down at the two rackets in his hands. The racket in his right hand still had a small burn mark on its surface, and it was emitting very fine white smoke.

He held the racket up in front of him and blew away the white smoke on the racket face.

Lin Xingran stood still, looking down at the racket in her hand that had been pierced.

The broken network cable left an irregular hole with charred edges, and several broken network cables dangled from the frame, swaying gently with her arm movements.

She looked up at Ye Yang, her mouth agape, then pointed at him with her broken racket and shouted, "Who taught you to play like this?! Are you even human?!"

Ye Yang slung his racket over his shoulder, tilted his head innocently, and looked at Lin Xingran: "Huh? How come I'm not human?"

"You just flew up!" Lin Xingran put the broken racket on the ground and began to imitate Ye Yang's spinning motion with both hands.

He frantically drew circles in the air with both hands, and his body clumsily spun around as well.

She almost lost her balance after turning around, staggering a step before stopping.

"You were spinning like a top! You even had a tornado! And you still say you're human!"

She turned around and pointed to the circular mark on the court. "Look, look, the evidence is right here! You drew a circle on my tennis court! Do you think you're Sun Wukong drawing a circle to protect your master?!"

Ye Yang waved his hand, then hoisted both rackets onto his shoulder, revealing a somewhat smug smile: "Oh, you flatter me."

Lin Xingran stared at him for several seconds with a complicated expression. Then she threw the broken racket to the ground, where it bounced once on the hard surface with a dull thud.

"I'm not playing anymore, it's not fun. Playing with you is too humiliating."

She walked to the bench by the side of the field, then plopped down next to Lin Ying and leaned against her.

She wrapped her arms around Lin Ying's waist and buried her face in Lin Ying's shoulder.

Lin Ying's body stiffened slightly from this sudden attack.

"Lin Ying—she's so fragrant and soft, it feels so comfortable to hold her," Lin Xingran said in a muffled voice.

Lin Ying lowered her head and used both hands to push Lin Xingran's sweaty forehead.

But Lin Xingran hugged her even tighter and rubbed her face against her shoulder.

Lin Ying tried to push her away twice but couldn't. She sighed and gave up resisting, but still said with disdain, "Second sister... you're all sweaty."

"Lin Ying, you actually dislike me!" Lin Xingran raised her head, looking at Lin Ying with a deeply hurt expression, then buried her head back down. "Second sister is heartbroken—second sister's heart is shattered into pieces—"

Ye Yang slung his racket over his shoulder and walked over from the other side of the court.

When he walked to the bench, he leaned his racket against the back of the chair, then bent down to pick up the mineral water bottle that Lin Ying had rolled onto the ground and handed it to her.

When Lin Ying took the water bottle, her fingers accidentally touched Ye Yang's fingertips. She quickly pulled her hand back before taking the bottle, lowering her head to unscrew the cap and take a small sip.

Ye Yang sat down at the other end of the bench and glanced in the direction of the pebble path.

Lin Yumin was no longer on that road; only the leaves of the sycamore trees were still swaying gently in the wind.

"I just saw my older sister leave in a hurry. Where did she go?"

Lin Ying held the water bottle in both hands and shook her head in confusion, her silver-white hair swaying gently with the movement.

Lin Xingran lifted her head from Lin Ying's shoulder.

She snorted angrily, abruptly releasing her grip on Lin Ying's hand, and then subconsciously clenched her fist in the air, as if expressing her dissatisfaction with some unseen enemy.

"What else could it be—it's all because—"

She froze halfway through her sentence. She stood there as if she had been put on pause.

Then she abruptly pulled her hand back, crossed her arms and covered her mouth, leaving only her two wide-open eyes showing.

Ye Yang looked at Lin Xingran, and Lin Ying also turned her head to look at Lin Xingran.

Both of their gazes fell simultaneously on the hands she was using to cover her mouth, and then moved to her eyes.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Something's not right with you—do you know something?"

Lin Xingran took her hand off her mouth and waved her hands vigorously, as if driving away something that shouldn't be there.

"No—I don't know anything—I didn't say anything—what you just heard was all an illusion—"

Lin Ying placed the water bottle on the bench and then stood up.

She stood in front of Lin Xingran with her hands on her hips, looking down at her second sister who was still sitting on the bench.

She pursed her lips, her tone carrying a hint of threat, and said, "Second sister, if you... if you don't tell me—I'll never talk to you again."

After speaking, she turned her head to one side, slightly raised her chin, and the sunlight fell on her profile, turning her silvery-white eyelashes into a light gold.

Lin Xingran glanced at Ye Yang, then at Lin Ying, who had turned her face away.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips were pressed into a wavy line, and her hands clenched and unclenched on her thighs.

On one hand, there's the promise to the eldest sister and the fear of being punished by her; on the other hand, there's the younger sister's words, "I'm never talking to you again."

The two forces were locked in a fierce battle within her, making her feel like a kitten trapped between two walls.

She finally broke down, grabbing her hair with both hands and making it even more messy.

"Oh dear—it's not that I don't want to tell you! It's that my older sister won't let me! She specifically called me into her room, looked at me with a terrifying gaze, and said, 'Lin Xingran, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this.'"

"You wouldn't believe the look in her eyes! She seems so calm, but when she's staring at you, you feel like you're already in line at the morgue!"

"If I said it—she would kill me! She really would! Even though she's my older sister, I'm 100% sure she would kill me!"

Ye Yang scratched his chin. He leaned back on the bench, crossed his legs, and looked at Lin Xingran, who was on the verge of collapse, and said in a slow and unhurried tone, "You always seem to be at odds with her, but it turns out you're actually quite afraid of her."

Lin Xingran opened her mouth, and a faint pink blush rose on the tips of her ears.

"I'm not afraid! That's—that's respect! It's respect! What do you know!" Her voice rose several octaves, almost screaming out in anguish.

Lin Ying turned her head back, her light gray eyes looking intently at Lin Xingran: "So, what... happened? Big sister is acting strange today."

Lin Xingran glanced at Lin Ying, then at Ye Yang. Her lips remained tightly pressed together, in a final act of resistance: "I won't say."

Ye Yang thought for a moment. His eyes darted upwards, then he gave a meaningful smile: "Actually—I know 'I'm Just a Passing By Online Singer'."

Lin Xingran whirled her head around so fast that her own hair whipped across her face: "Really?!" (Kang Shen is on air? ⊙.☉?)

Ye Yang couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly covered it up with a cough, then tried to sound very serious as he said, "Really, really, I'm not lying to you. If I'm lying, I'll do whatever you say from now on."

Lin Xingran thought about it seriously. Her gaze swept back and forth across Ye Yang's face several times, as if searching for any trace of a lie.

The deal was too tempting for her: on one hand, there was her older sister's murderous glare, and on the other hand, there was the online singer she had been a fan of for several months.

She weighed the options in her mind for several seconds, and then her idol-chasing instincts defeated her survival instincts with a beautiful uppercut.

"Fine!" She slapped her thigh, then leaned forward slightly, glanced left and right, and whispered, "Then I'll tell you quietly, but you must swear you won't tell anyone I said this. Especially you, eldest sister! You must swear a solemn oath!"

"Get rich, get rich, get rich." Ye Yang held up three fingers and said somewhat perfunctorily.

Lin Ying nodded seriously.

Lin Xingran took a deep breath and then said in an extremely solemn tone, "That is—eldest sister is in love."

The air was silent for about two seconds.

Ye Yang and Lin Ying blinked, then simultaneously let out a drawn-out "Huh???"

Lin Ying's voice finally broke free from its usual quiet and restrained tone, becoming twice as loud as usual.

Ye Yang almost slipped off the bench.

"Big sister can date?" Lin Ying asked incredulously.

She probably never imagined that the eldest sister, who was always calm and composed, would be associated with the words "dating".

Ye Yang couldn't resist adding insult to injury: "Now look what's happened, so many of her fans are going to be heartbroken."

Lin Ying turned to look at Lin Xingran, her eyes unusually serious, and said, "Second sister, this joke isn't funny."

Lin Xingran jumped up from the bench with a "whoosh," then stomped her feet twice on the ground in a hurry, her sneakers making a crisp slapping sound on the hard surface.

"It's true! How could I joke about something like this! I saw it all that day! My older sister accepted that scheming girl's confession behind the cherry blossom grove at school! I saw it with my own eyes! He even tried to hug her, although she didn't let him."

Lin Ying frowned. A cold glint, one Ye Yang had never seen before, flashed in her light gray eyes. "Could it be that guy?"

"That's the guy!" Lin Xingran nodded, then waved his hands angrily in the air, as if shooing away some disgusting insects.

Lin Ying turned around decisively and said in a low voice, "I'm going to... tell Mom and Dad."

Lin Xingran rushed forward and blocked her path, her arms outstretched, and said in a somewhat panicked manner:

"No! I said before—my older sister said that if Mom and Dad don't agree—she'll run away from home! Her eyes were very serious when she said that."

"You know how calm and collected she usually is, but that time she was just as serious as she was during the national competition finals—she wasn't kidding!"

Lin Ying stopped in her tracks. Her lips moved slightly, her fingers unconsciously clenching her trouser leg, and she said in a low voice, "Big sister... how could you fall for someone like that?"

"That's what I said too!" Lin Xingran clapped her hands, the excitement of finally finding an ally almost making her start gesturing again.

"I told her, 'Are you blind? Don't you know how bad that guy surnamed Shen is?' — Guess what she said next."

She said, "Ah, you all don't understand him. He's actually a very kind person. I disliked him at first, but later I realized that he's not what others say."

"He rescued a stray cat when he was a child, and he's especially gentle with small animals—but that's okay, as long as I understand him."

Lin Xingran imitated her older sister's tone of voice perfectly, even capturing about 70-80% of the steady yet protective tone she used when speaking.

After imitating it, she got goosebumps all over and shivered.

Lin Ying remained silent for several seconds. She looked at her second sister, her lips moved, and finally she softly uttered a sentence: "Eldest sister is really... naive. She was deceived... and didn't even know it."

Ye Yang sat on the bench, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two sisters several times. He raised one hand and waved it as if asking a question in class.

"Wait, wait, wait—what are you talking about? I can't understand a word you're saying."