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

(Sigh, the author was just on the train, so she just finished writing the novel and is now going to her internship. Tired. (╥_╥) Also, the author's new novel has been released. If you're interested, you can check it out. It's about a mercenary and a down-on-her-luck heiress. The title is "I Saved a Down-on-Her-Luck Heiress as Soon as I Became a Kamen Rider.")

The storefront was much larger than Ye Yang had imagined.

The entire exhibition area is at least two stories high, with floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls that are polished to a shine. Sunlight streams in from outside, illuminating the neatly arranged motorcycles.

The store has a wide variety of car models, including lightweight street bikes suitable for city commuting, low-slung racing sports bikes, and several large vehicles with thick tires suitable for off-roading.

The air was filled with the rubbery smell of new tires and the faint aroma of metal polish.

Ye Yang walked slowly through the exhibition area, his gaze sweeping over one motorcycle after another.

He paused briefly in front of a low-slung red sports car before continuing on his way.

Lin Yumin followed behind him, and seeing his dazzled expression, a faint smile appeared on her lips: "So? Is there anything you like?"

Ye Yang didn't answer immediately. He walked to the back of the exhibition area and suddenly stopped.

A black motorcycle was parked in front of me. Its body lines were smooth and tough, unlike the sports cars next to it which were flamboyant. But its understated sense of pressure made it even more eye-catching.

The front of the car features a single, narrow, recessed headlight with a dark lens that gleams with a faint blue sheen under the light.

The middle section of the car body is covered by a large fairing, with a dark red trim strip running from the front to the rear of the car.

At that moment, a middle-aged male manager wearing a dark blue uniform and a name tag on his chest quickly came forward.

He was probably in his early forties, with some thinning hair that was neatly combed, and a few professional laugh lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

"Are you all here to buy a car? Welcome, welcome! We have mid-to-high-end models available, covering daily commuting, highway cruising, and track racing. Who's looking to buy a car? What's your budget?"

Ye Yang pointed to the black motorcycle in front of him and asked, "What's the price range for this one?"

The manager looked in the direction he was pointing, then nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He walked over to the car, gently patted the seat, and introduced it in a more professional tone than before:

"Oh—this is our store's newest flagship model. Not only does it have strong grip, but it also has pre-installed modification interfaces."

"You can install auxiliary lighting modules on both sides of the front of the vehicle, mount side boxes on the sides of the vehicle, and even modify a light weapons platform at the rear of the vehicle."

"This car is equipped with a twin-cylinder liquid-cooled engine, whose maximum output power is among the top in its class. It has a six-speed transmission and independent front and rear suspension."

"Moreover, its frame is made of high-strength alloy material, which is extremely impact-resistant and will not easily deform even if it encounters a collision of the level of a beast."

"Simply put, it can be used as an everyday vehicle, or it can be transformed into a combat vehicle when needed."

Ye Yang's eyes lit up after hearing his explanation, and he said excitedly, "Can I give it a try?"

The manager stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.

Ye Yang couldn't wait to climb onto the seat and grip the handlebars with both hands.

The seat was lower than he had imagined, and his feet could just touch the ground firmly.

He twisted the right grip, and the engine emitted a deep, powerful roar. The entire car shuddered slightly as the engine started.

Suddenly, the magenta camera hanging around his neck lit up, and a soft magenta glow emanated from inside the camera.

The halo of light spread down the camera strap, eventually flowing along Ye Yang's arm and onto the handlebars.

The dark red trim strips on the car body lit up one by one under the magenta light, and the entire car began to transform.

The fairing of the front half of the car body slid open to the sides, revealing a more complex internal mechanical structure.

The headlights on the front of the car changed from dark to a clear magenta, and a raised signal receiver device rose from the top.

A barcode pattern outlined in magenta energy appeared on the fuel tank cap in the middle of the vehicle, glowing faintly on the black paint.

A sharp, dark red wing-shaped trim extends from each side of the rear of the car, and the rear wheels are automatically expanded from the original standard size to wide sports tires.

In a short moment, the outline of the entire vehicle transformed from an ordinary high-end motorcycle into a true rider's vehicle.

Ye Yang looked down at the glowing text on the instrument panel, then at the magenta energy patterns on the car body that were still pulsating slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He turned to look at the group of people beside him who were completely stunned, and said with a hint of helplessness, "We have no choice but to buy it now."

The male manager stood to the side, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead at some point.

He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped his forehead, looking at the motorcycle in front of him that was no longer listed in the sales brochure.

He's been in this business for almost ten years and has sold hundreds, if not thousands, of motorcycles, but this is the first time he's ever seen one that can resonate with its owner's energy and automatically transform and reassemble itself.

"Sir—this car—what did you just do to it? It's not a genuine car from our shop—no, it is a genuine car, but now—I—"

He took a deep breath, then stuffed the soaking wet handkerchief back into his pocket, trying to make his expression look normal.

"Sir, if you'd like to test ride it—we have a dedicated closed testing area right behind the store, a test ride area prepared for our high-end customers. Would you like to try it out there?"

Ye Yang nimbly stepped out of the car: "Then I'll have to trouble you."

The manager bowed slightly, made a standard gesture for leading the way, and then walked at the front to lead them through the exhibition area.

Lin Xingran caught up from behind, grabbed Ye Yang's sleeve, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"What happened to that motorcycle? How did it transform on its own? What's that red light? That emblem on the bike is your Imperial Knight crest, right? It's changed to Imperial Knight colors! What did you do to it? It wasn't like that before, was it? Was it infected by you—can motorcycles be infected?"

As Ye Yang followed the manager toward the testing area, he turned to look at Lin Xingran's surprised expression and said calmly:

"Oh, that's my personal motorcycle. What do you think? Doesn't it look cool?"

Lin Xingran stomped her feet and raised her voice, saying, "More than that! It was absolutely amazing! That light came from your camera, right? And then the whole car started to deform. How did you do that?"

"Isn't it based on the same principle as transformation? You turned a motorcycle into a Kamen Rider? Can't you make everything look like Decade? Next time, will you even make our refrigerator light up when you touch it?"

Ye Yang waved his right hand, his fingers twirling casually in the air. "I can't say, I can't say. Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

Lin Xingran stared at his smiling face for several seconds before finally giving up on asking further questions.

She knew her younger brother too well; if he didn't want to talk about something, you couldn't get a single word out of him even if you hung him up and interrogated him.

Lin Yumin and Lin Ying exchanged a glance, then each smiled slightly before following the steps ahead.

At the same time, a black luxury car pulled up in front of the store.

The car door opened, and the first to get out were several young men dressed in matching black suits. They were all muscular and had cold, hard expressions.

The last person to come down was wearing a well-tailored dark blue coat, a black turtleneck sweater underneath, and sunglasses.

He pushed his sunglasses up, revealing a pair of arrogant eyes beneath his eyebrows, then strode into the store with his hands in his pockets and an air of indifference.

"Today is my son Wang's birthday—he absolutely has to get a good motorcycle. Where's the most expensive one around here? Take me to see it."

The shop assistants exchanged glances. One of the younger female shop assistants was about to go forward to greet them when a younger man behind her raised his hand to stop her.

Young Master Wang strolled around the exhibition area, glancing at the sports cars with the highest prices before his gaze fell on a black motorcycle in the corner, its body still bearing traces of magenta energy patterns.

The front of the car was glowing with a very faint red light, and the emblem on the fuel tank cap was pulsating slightly, as if something was breathing inside.

He casually took off his sunglasses and then slowly walked towards the motorcycle.

He shoved aside several shop assistants standing next to the car, pointed at the motorcycle, and asked, "How much is this one?"

The male manager had just finished arranging things for Ye Yang and the others at the test drive site and was walking back to get protective gear when he heard the noise and quickly rushed back.

He recognized the arrogant young man in front of him as the son of the Wang family, who was notorious in the area for being unreasonable. Last month, he smashed the bar owner's counter in the next block and eventually had to pay some money to settle the matter.

The male manager instinctively stood in front of the motorcycle, bowed slightly, and politely replied:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, this car has already been sold. And to be honest—I'm not entirely sure if this car is still considered part of our inventory. It just—underwent some changes that I can't explain."

Young Master Wang's expression immediately changed. He turned his head and waved to someone behind him, and one of his underlings immediately pulled out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to him.

He patted the stack of banknotes twice in his palm, then shoved it directly into the male manager's chest.

The male manager didn't reach out to take it; the banknotes fell to the ground with a thud, scattering into several stacks.

He glanced down at the money on the ground, then looked up again, saying politely, "This really won't do, Young Master Wang. Rules are rules."

Young Master Wang put his sunglasses back on, then straightened the collar of his dark blue coat, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He took a step forward and said in a soft voice, "I'll give you one more chance."

Several shop assistants nervously took a few steps back and stood behind their manager. One of the young male shop assistants had his fists clenched.

The male manager did not back down. He stood in front of the magenta-colored motorcycle, his back ramrod straight, and said, "Young Master Wang, the rules are—"

Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face.

The sharp sound was particularly jarring in the quiet exhibition area.

The male manager's glasses were knocked off, and he fell to his side, crashing heavily to the ground, blood immediately seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Several shop assistants rushed forward simultaneously, anxiously calling out, "Manager Lu! Manager Lu, are you alright?!"

Two young female shop assistants knelt down to help him up; one of them was so frightened that her eyes were already red.

Young Master Wang impatiently flicked his wrist, turned around, waved to his underlings behind him, and said lazily:

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. Smash it—smash all the cars here. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility. When have the Wang family ever had to defer to others when buying things? After you've smashed these junk cars, take that black one back—I want to see who buys it and what they can do about it."