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

Lin Ying was already awake when the morning light streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

She lay in bed, holding her phone up to her eyes. On the screen was the last message Ye Yang had sent her last night—"See you tomorrow."

She stared at those two words for a long time, then turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and then she whispered to the pillow, "See you later."

After lingering in bed for a while, she finally got up, feeling refreshed. Today, she hesitated for a long time in front of the wardrobe, but finally decided to wear a rather ordinary light blue shirt and white trousers, and also took out a silver hairband.

After tying the hairband in front of the mirror, she felt it didn't look good, so she untied it and tied it again, then untied it again and tied it again.

After finishing the second time, she looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt that something seemed different today.

At the breakfast table, Lin Yuanshan sat in the main seat, flipping through today's briefing, while Su Wanqing was putting food into Lin Ying's bowl.

Lin Yumin had finished eating and was holding a cup of black coffee while looking at the final draft of the performance plan on her tablet.

Lin Xingran lay on the table, poking at a fried egg with her chopsticks, muttering, "So sleepy, so sleepy."

At this moment, Ye Yang came down the stairs, a camera hanging around his neck, and a few tufts of hair sticking up and not combed down.

He pulled out the chair next to Lin Ying and sat down. Then, he naturally picked up the soy milk pot on the table, filled Lin Ying's cup first, and then poured some for himself.

Lin Ying lowered her head and gently stirred the food that Su Wanqing had just picked up in her bowl with her chopsticks, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Lin Xingran's chopsticks paused in mid-air, her eyes quickly scanning back and forth between Ye Yang and Lin Ying several times. Then she smiled meaningfully and continued poking at her fried egg.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Xingran wiped her mouth, stood up, and slammed her hands on the table: "Alright, alright, let's go! Today's mission is heavy."

"I'll take Ye Yang to see the venue, meet the principal, tour the campus, have lunch in the cafeteria, visit the equipment display area in the afternoon, and have a match with Han Shuang on the training field—the last item is my personal grudge, you don't need to worry about it."

Lin Yumin put the tablet into her bag and stood up, correcting him in a calm tone: "The last item is canceled. Han Shuang isn't at school today; her brother took her to the Han family factory to test the new equipment model."

Lin Xingran let out a mournful wail, but then she suddenly remembered something, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

She walked to the dining table, placed one hand on Lin Ying's shoulder and the other on Ye Yang's shoulder, and said in a tone that sounded like she was announcing a major decision:

"Then Lin Ying will be in charge of showing Ye Yang around the campus today! Anyway, Lin Ying knows the school best, and unlike my older sister, she doesn't have people chasing after her to ask about training, nor does she have people chasing after her to challenge her. It'll be quiet and worry-free for her to take Ye Yang, and the two of them will be close and won't get separated."

Lin Ying looked up at her second sister, her light gray eyes widening slightly.

Her ears began to turn red, but she did not refuse; she simply nodded very lightly.

Lin Yumin stood at the doorway, her gaze lingering on Lin Xingran's face for a moment before she calmly spoke:

"That's settled then. Xingran, you come with me to the administration building first. Ye Yang and Lin Ying can walk over slowly. The auditorium is next to the administration building, so there's no need to rush. Also—Han Shuang said she'll be using a new weapon to fight you next time we meet, so you'd better take advantage of today to go to the training ground and work on your fire control accuracy."

Lin Xingran let out an even more grief-stricken wail, but Lin Yumin had already grabbed her by the back of her collar and walked out.

As the car pulled up to the gate of the Federal First Military Academy, sunlight streamed down from behind the huge military flag above the gate.

The morning light streamed down from behind the military emblem relief above the gate of the Federal First Military Academy, bathing the entire tree-lined avenue in a pale gold hue.

The sentries on both sides of the school gate stood ramrod straight. When they saw the magenta body of the Mechanical Decade turn the corner from the street, one of the young sentries visibly stiffened.

"That's...that's Kamen Rider Decade's motorcycle! I've seen it on the news! This motorcycle was there when the Prisoner's transport vehicle was attacked in the industrial area!"

Ye Yang parked his car in the designated visitor parking space at the school gate, and then took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars.

He looked up at the Federation's most prestigious Awakened Military Academy.

The main teaching building is a structure that combines classical proportions with modern materials, with the Federal Military Academy's emblem (crossed swords and an open book) embedded in its dark gray granite walls.

The lawn on the playground was neatly trimmed, and in the distance, the glass curtain wall of the training hall reflected the blue sky and white clouds, and one could vaguely see people inside using the gravity chamber for weight training.

The campus was quiet and orderly, with only a few students in dark blue uniforms occasionally hurrying by, carrying thick textbooks on tactical theory.

"Hmm—it looks pretty good." Ye Yang hung his helmet on the handlebars, shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand, and examined the military emblem relief on the school gate with the seriousness of someone visiting a museum.

Lin Ying got out of the passenger seat of Lin Yumin's SUV. She walked to Ye Yang's side, followed his gaze to the relief sculpture on the school gate, then pointed to the depths of the campus, her tone carrying a hint of pride, and said:

"That—that tallest building is the teaching building. The silver one next to it is the training hall, which has a gravity chamber and a simulated battlefield. I usually train my ice-type abilities there."

"The air conditioner in the training hall is always breaking down. Every time it's fixed, my second sister burns it down again. Last time she was practicing fire control in the hall, she burned out the temperature sensor, and the whole hall was cold for two days."

"There's a path in the bamboo grove behind the school that leads to the back mountain we often go to. There's a whole row of those osmanthus trees behind the school—the kind you taught me to play the flute with leaves—they're even bigger than the one in our yard."

After parking her car, Lin Xingran slammed the door shut and strode over.

She finally wore her full school uniform today, but only half of her shirt was tucked in, and her tie hung loosely around her neck.

"That's the track over there. Last time, Han Shuang and I had a race there. Our school's track is the only one in the Federation with an energy barrier, and the design was sponsored by the Han family. She lost and refused to admit it, insisting that I used fire control to accelerate. I said I didn't use fire control at all, and she said, 'Then why are you smoking from your feet?'"

Ye Yang said in a calm tone, "With your destructive power, you really should compensate them for the runway."

Lin Xingran put her hands on her hips with some disapproval, then said confidently, "The Han family paid for it. Han Shuang herself has gone there many times. Anyway, if her things break, she can fix them herself."

After getting out of the driver's seat, Lin Yumin subconsciously straightened the cuffs of her uniform jacket.

Today she was wearing the standard uniform of the student council president, with the Federal Military Academy's insignia and a very thin gold sash embroidered with tiny stars representing her grade on her shoulder.

Her gaze swept over the sentry at the school gate, and he immediately straightened up again.

She withdrew her gaze, then turned to look at Ye Yang, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of expectation, and said:

"The principal is already waiting for us in his office. But no rush—let me show you around first. We have plenty of time today, you can take your time."

She led Ye Yang toward the school gate. When they passed the sentry, she nodded slightly, and the sentry immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The campus of the Federal First Military Academy was completely different from what he had imagined. It didn't have those drab barracks and cold training grounds; instead, it was more like a modern university town surrounded by forests.

The main road is lined with tall plane trees, their canopies intertwining overhead to form a green corridor, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the ground with dancing light spots.

On the playground, some people were running, some were doing physical fitness tests with training equipment, and several students in school uniforms were gathered together studying a small energy shield generator.

"Hmm—it looks pretty good." Ye Yang took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, squinting at the outline of a domed auditorium in the distance.

The magenta camera hanging around his neck reflected a very faint red light in the sunlight.

Just then, several students in school uniforms walked over from the roadside.

They had probably just finished class, and were still carrying several thick textbooks on tactical theory.

The boy with glasses who was walking at the front glanced over in this direction, and then froze on the spot as if he had been struck by a magic acupuncture point.

He pushed up his glasses several times, glanced at the magenta camera hanging around Ye Yang's neck, and then suddenly turned around and grabbed his companion's sleeve.

"It's him! It really is him! Look at the camera on his chest—it's magenta! It's exactly the same as the one in that video on the forum! That 'passing-by Kamen Rider'!"

The news spread rapidly along this main road like wildfire.

Several physical education students who were doing physical training on the playground put down their dumbbells and ran over.

A group of girls who had just come out of the lab saw the commotion and ran over with their equipment cases.

Another student, who was studying by the window on the second floor of the library, glanced out the window, then silently closed his textbook, picked up his phone, and sent a message to the class group: "Come out quickly, that Kamen Rider is in our school."

Before long, dozens of students surrounded Ye Yang, and the number was still increasing.

"Ye Yang! It really is Ye Yang! The Imperial Knight who single-handedly wiped out an entire mercenary squad at the suburban factory!"

"He's standing with the Lin sisters! All three Lin sisters are there! Senior Lin Yumin is there too! She's been voted the number one senior in the whole school who everyone wants to follow for three consecutive years!"

"Could you sign my name? Just on my clothes! I just changed into this school uniform today! I won't wash it after you sign it!"

A boy with a buzz cut squeezed to the front of the crowd and looked at Ye Yang with the eyes of someone looking at an idol.

He wore an outstanding tactical combat course badge on his chest, suggesting he was a senior student. However, his expression at that moment didn't resemble that of an elite awakened individual about to graduate; rather, it was more like that of a fan finally meeting him in person.

"Idol! I finally saw a live Kamen Rider! My roommates and I have watched your transformation video dozens of times—I remember that 'Passing Kamen Rider' line, I can even recite it in my dreams!"

He took a step back, then stood up straight under everyone's gaze, making an extremely childish half-circle with his right hand in the air, and said in an extremely serious tone, "Just a Kamen Rider passing by—remember this!"

Several students around him burst into laughter and cheers. Some gave a thumbs up and said that the senior's imitation was good, while others shouted from behind, "That's not how you do it. You should point it out with your finger."

After the buzz-cut boy finished his demonstration, his face flushed, but he still looked at Ye Yang with longing, his tone filled with heartfelt admiration, and said:

"Idol, how exactly is your transformation sound effect triggered? Is it voice-activated? Or is it related to the energy fluctuations of the awakened one? Our dorm has been discussing it for several nights without reaching a conclusion."

Ye Yang scratched his head, looking at the group of military academy students in front of him with their eyes shining, and for a moment he didn't know who to answer first.

He was surrounded by children begging for candy in the orphanage, but back then the children would at most chase after him calling him "Brother Ye Yang, Brother Ye Yang." Now, any one of these people could be a future elite awakened individual of the Federation.

He glanced at Lin Xingran, who was watching the commotion with a smile, then at Lin Yumin, who was surrounded by several female students asking for autographs, and then casually said:

"Uh—that—thank you all for liking me. The transformation thing—it's probably related to the energy fluctuations of the Awakened, but I can't explain the specific principle. That sound effect is built into the driver, not something I shouted out, so you don't actually need to shout that loud when you imitate it."

"Ye Yang! You're so cool! The way those nine afterimages overlapped when you transformed was absolutely awesome!"

"When can your armor be publicly displayed? The school forum says you might have a performance on open day—is that true? Will you transform into Decade and go on stage? Or sing? Or transform first and then sing?"

"Idol, could you transform for us right now? We're not asking for much—just once!"

Before Ye Yang could answer any of the questions, Lin Xingran had already squeezed next to him.

She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and spoke in a tone that seemed both boastful and protective of her family:

"Yes! He's the young master of the Lin family! My own brother! Stop pushing! Stop pushing—line up for autographs! Line up for photos! Today is a joyous occasion, and Ye Yang is in a good mood, so he'll sign for you all! But don't touch his hair—he didn't style it much this morning, so he looks effortlessly handsome, you know what I mean!"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd, but the pushing and shoving showed no sign of abating.

Just as Ye Yang was about to take out a pen from his pocket to sign his name, a steady and powerful footstep suddenly came from the outer edge of the crowd.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, but each step carried a natural sense of authority. Upon hearing the sound, the students watching seemed to be pressed down on their shoulders by some invisible force, automatically making way for each other.

An elderly man with gray hair walked out from the crowd.

He looked to be in his early sixties and was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit.

His face was etched with the lines of time, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, sharp yet gentle, as if they could see right through you without making you feel uncomfortable.

He wore a gold badge of the Federal First Military Academy on his chest, with a row of tiny inscriptions below the badge: "Principal Chen Yueshan".

The old man walked to the center of the crowd, looked up at Ye Yang who was holding a pen and preparing to sign an autograph for a student, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Enough, enough—everyone, disperse. Have you all finished your classes today? Those who haven't finished, go back to class; those who have, go back and review. Ye Yang was invited to visit the school today, not to hold an autograph session. How can he visit if you all surround him like this?"

A soft sigh escaped the crowd, but no one dared disobey the principal's order. Several students looked back at Ye Yang several times with lingering reluctance before being pulled away by their companions.

Watching the students obediently disperse, Lin Xingran leaned close to Lin Yumin's ear and whispered in an extremely complicated tone:

"Big sister—Ye Yang seems to be more famous than you. Do you remember when you came back from the national competition with the championship trophy, there were more people gathered at the school gate than there are today? And you had a stern face back then, so no one dared to come near you."

"Ye Yang hasn't even transformed yet, and he's already surrounded by layers upon layers of people—if he really transforms, I'm afraid the doors of the auditorium will be broken down."

Lin Yumin glanced at her indifferently, a faint smile appearing on her lips. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and then said calmly, "He is indeed better than me. At least in terms of popularity."

After saying that, she resumed her usual calm expression, turned around and nodded slightly to Principal Chen.