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

(Just finished my Modern History exam this morning, and it went pretty well. Aside from English, I'm most confident I won't fail. Teacher, please correct my questions! Update now (╥_╥))

The black canopy of trees sliced ​​the moonlight into countless fragments, scattering them on the empty dirt road like shards of broken glass.

That evening, in the only decent hotel in Hessen town.

Ye Yang, Long Aotian, and Lin Ying squeezed into the innermost double room on the second floor.

The room was small, with two single beds separated by a bedside table. An old-fashioned television set, older than him, hung on the wall. The curtains were dark blue, and when drawn, they could barely block the dim yellow light from the streetlights outside.

Lin Ying sat cross-legged on Ye Yang's bed, her back against the neatly folded quilt, with a bag of sunflower seeds she had bought from the town's convenience store on her lap.

Ye Yang sat on his bed, gesturing wildly with his hands in the air, his expression particularly focused under the dim light.

"...Suddenly! Uncle Dong, now a zombie, leaped out of the darkness! His grayish-white eyes widened in disbelief—"

Ye Yang widened his eyes to their maximum, then used two fingers to pull down the corners of his eyes, making an extremely exaggerated and terrifying expression.

He continued in a low, deep voice, "It turned to look at Qian Xiaohao standing at the barrier, and slowly opened its mouth. Its teeth inside were all sharp, row upon row, like a shark's—"

The melon seed in Lin Ying's hand remained suspended in mid-air, never reaching her lips.

Her light gray eyes stared unblinkingly at Ye Yang, her pupils slightly dilated, and she subconsciously shrank back, pressing her back tightly against the blanket.

Ye Yang suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the water in the teacup to shake twice.

Then it—jumped up! Its whole body shot out like a cannonball—

Just then, Lin Ying suddenly stood up.

She stood up so abruptly that the bag of sunflower seeds on her knees slipped off and spilled all over the bed.

She waved her hands frantically in front of her, her stuttering several times worse than usual:

"I—I—I'm sleepy, I need to—I need to go to sleep. Tomorrow—I have to get up early tomorrow—. You—you should all go to sleep early too."

After she finished speaking, she didn't even bother to pick up the sunflower seeds that had fallen on the bed. She turned around and walked stiffly toward the door.

Her legs felt like they were made of lead; each step was straight and hard, and her shoes made a rhythmic thud on the old wooden floor.

Ye Yang looked at the tightly closed door, blinked, and then turned to look at Long Aotian.

"It's not that scary—I'm just telling a zombie story, it's not real. I'm talking about the movie, the one in the movie, the one that's acted out, it's fake."

Long Aotian sat on his bed, his back as straight as a javelin, his hands neatly placed on his knees.

"It's nothing to be afraid of. What Brother Ye Yang is talking about is just a folk tale. Confucius said, 'I do not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.' Ao Tian is upright and honest, and has nothing to fear from these things."

After saying that, he reached out and picked up the glass of water that had been sitting on the bedside table for almost half an hour.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he reached halfway out, making a soft clinking sound as they tapped against the rim of the cup.

He raised the glass to his lips, his hand trembling so much that the glass itself shook, spilling water all over the floor, leaving several dark spots.

He looked down at the water stains on the ground, tilted his head, and seemed somewhat confused about his actions.

Then he reached out with his other trembling hand and reached for the kettle on the table, probably wanting to pour himself another cup.

Ye Yang's gaze slowly moved from his face to the hand that was still trembling slightly, and then slowly back to his face.

Long Aotian's fingers trembled slightly as he gripped the kettle handle, causing the lid to bounce gently.

"Oh dear, Aotian, how can you be so clumsy? Let me do it." Ye Yang got up from the bed and reached out to take the kettle.

Long Aotian's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, his tone carrying a hint of stubborn seriousness as he said, "No need! I can—I can do it myself."

He gripped the kettle with both hands, and the spout nearly hit the rim of the cup because he used too much force.

Finally, he shakily poured himself a glass of water, the spout of the kettle clanging against the glass as he poured, and a few drops of water splashed onto the table.

Then he put down the kettle, picked up the teacup with both hands, and took a small sip.

After finishing his drink, he put the cup down, let out a long breath, and then forced an extremely stiff smile at Ye Yang.

Ye Yang crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at Long Aotian.

"Do you want to keep listening? Uncle Dong has even more to come—at the very end, his entire body—"

Long Aotian's hand trembled again, and the cup almost rolled off the table.

He quickly reached out and caught it, then abruptly raised his hand to interrupt Ye Yang's next words.

"I'm tired! I'm exhausted today—we fought all day and walked such a long way through the mountains. We still have to gather herbs tomorrow—Aotian, you should rest now. Brother Yeyang, you should go to sleep early too."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, took out Bluetooth earphones from under his pillow, and mechanically began to put them into his ears.

He put the left earphone into his right ear, and held the right earphone in his hand, turning it over and over to look at it several times. He felt that something was wrong, but finally decided to put it into his left ear.

Ye Yang watched his stiff movement as he put on his headphones and said in a flat tone, "You're wearing them backwards."

Long Aotian froze for a moment. He mechanically said "Oh," then took both earphones out of his ears and put them back in the correct ones.

Then he took a deep breath, picked up his phone, opened the music app, selected a song that was supposed to relax people, and pressed play.

But he didn't notice that his phone's Bluetooth wasn't turned on at all.

An extremely catchy melody resounded throughout the room without reservation.

"You are the innermost innermost—the innermost innermost—sunshine, rainbow, little white horse—drip-drip-drip—"

Ye Yang's eyes widened slightly. He leaned against the headboard, pointed to his phone, and said, "You forgot to turn on Bluetooth on your phone, didn't you? The music is playing out loud."

Long Aotian suddenly opened his eyes.

He sprang out of bed like a spring, his phone sliding off the pillow and landing on the blanket.

He frantically grabbed his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen several times in his haste before finally unlocking it.

The moment the Bluetooth connection was established, the music playing from the speaker finally stopped.

He held the phone in both hands, slowly turned his head, and looked at Ye Yang with an embarrassed expression.

The room was silent for several seconds.

Ye Yang leaned against the headboard, looking at him calmly.

Long Aotian placed his phone next to his pillow, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned to look at Ye Yang.

He sat up straight, then clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Ye Yang and said:

"Brother Ye Yang—I truly admire your courage and insight. Just now, you fought the Corpse King in the mine without batting an eye; you told zombie stories with ease and humor. And Ao Tian—"

He lowered his head, his voice filled with serious self-reflection, and continued, "I'm truly ashamed that even a fictional zombie could frighten me so much. So, I've made a decision."

He stood up from the bed with an elegant posture and walked to Ye Yang's bedside.

Then he knelt on one knee, clasped his hands above his head, and looked at Ye Yang with a serious expression, saying:

"From this day forward—you are my senior brother. Aotian greets his senior brother. From this day forward, if you say go east, Aotian will never go west; if you say go up the mountain, Aotian will never go down to the sea. If I break this oath—may I be struck by lightning."

Ye Yang quickly jumped off the bed, then grabbed Long Aotian's arm and pulled him up.

"Hey—what are you saying, we're brothers! Get up, get up, you're kneeling way too formally—I'm not some martial arts alliance leader. Since you call me senior brother today—then I'll call you junior brother too."

Long Aotian straightened up, then looked down at Ye Yang, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He clasped his hands together again, bowed slightly to Ye Yang, and solemnly addressed him as "Senior Brother."

Ye Yang patted him on the shoulder and returned the greeting with his hands clasped in a fist salute: "Junior Brother."

Long Aotian turned around, picked up two teacups from the table, handed one to Ye Yang, and picked up the other for himself.

He raised his teacup and said solemnly, "Today we use water instead of wine—we don't ask to be born in the same year and month, but only that—"

Ye Yang raised the cup to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp: "Let's not talk about these formalities, senior brother will drink first."

Long Aotian stood there, holding the cup of tea he hadn't drunk yet, then nodded vigorously.

"Senior brother has guts—Aotian did it too!"

He picked up the teacup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, he placed the cup on the table, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Senior brother—goodnight!"

Ye Yang also clasped his hands in a fist salute and mimicked his tone, saying, "Junior brother—goodnight."

After the lights were turned off, the room fell into darkness and silence, and the two of them went to their respective beds.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin white line on the floor between the two beds.

Ye Yang was lying on his own bed when he heard a muffled murmur coming from the bed next to him.

He turned his head and, by the moonlight, saw that Long Aotian was huddled in the blankets, which were bulging into a large bulge.

"Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Ancestor, the Root of All Qi, Cultivate for Countless Tribulations to Prove My Divine Power—Zombies, Quickly Go Away! Zombies, Quickly Go Away!—Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing—What Brother Ye Yang said about that Uncle Dong is so scary, so scary, so scary—Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha—"

Ye Yang lay on his bed, listening to the mumbled murmurs coming from the blankets next to him, and scratched his head.

He recalled the first time he watched a zombie movie on TV when he was a child. He was so scared that he couldn't sleep all night and kept chanting "Tiga, save me" while huddled under the covers.

He was probably seven or eight years old at the time, but Long Aotian, a martial arts master who could punch out a golden dragon head and remain unfazed in front of the Silent Beast, was actually frightened by a fictional zombie story.

He fluffed up the pillow a little and then turned over.