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

After the car left the Lin family manor, its speed gradually stabilized.

Lin Xingran held the steering wheel with one hand, while using the other hand to quickly and casually swipe a few times on the touchscreen on the center console.

"Let's listen to some music to relax," she muttered to herself, tapping a playlist with her finger.

The audio system emitted a deep start sound, and then a melody flowed from the speakers on both sides of the carriage.

The intro is a light and upbeat guitar strumming piece, with a touch of summer.

Ye Yang was so familiar with this melody that he subconsciously sat up straighter as soon as the intro started.

That's Jay Chou's "Sunny Day".

But this world doesn't have Jay Chou. Nor does it have JJ Lin, Eason Chan, or any of those names he heard countless times in his original world.

This world has its own music history, which took a different turn.

So when he first transmigrated and found that no one had ever heard any of these songs, he registered an account online called "I'm Just a Passing-by Online Singer" and occasionally posted some covers.

He has millions of fans online, tens of thousands of comments under each of his songs, and occasionally people will send him private messages asking, "When are you going to release a new song?"

He has never shown his face; his profile picture is a simple line drawing of a smiling face.

Lin Xingran turned the volume up a bit. "What's the name of this song again? It's called 'Sunny Day,' right?"

Ye Yang's lips began to curl upwards uncontrollably, so he quickly turned his face to the window, pretending to look at the scenery along the roadside.

Lin Xingran gently swayed her head to the intro, her fingers lightly tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel.

As the intro ended, she began to sing: "The little yellow flower of the story, has been drifting since the year I was born—"

Ye Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. To be fair, Lin Xingran sang quite well.

Her voice is quite good. Although she hasn't received professional training, it's natural. Her mid-range is very stable, and her pronunciation is clear. Her slightly lazy singing style matches the tone of the song in a strange way.

Lin Ying sat in the passenger seat, swaying gently to the melody.

Her shoulders and head swayed slightly to the rhythm, her silvery-white hair sweeping across her shoulders with each movement.

She didn't sing aloud, but her lips were moving slightly, clearly indicating that she was silently following the lyrics, and her fingers were also tapping lightly on her knees.

Ye Yang could see her profile perfectly from the back seat.

She was looking out the window, sunlight streaming in through the car window, turning her white hair a warm gold. She wore a faint smile, and her usually cold face appeared somewhat serene under the sunlight.

When the song reached the chorus, Lin Xingran suddenly slapped the center of the steering wheel.

The car horn emitted a short "beep," startling Ye Yang so much that he almost jumped out of his seat.

"Absolutely amazing!" Lin Xingran's tone was as if she were announcing a major discovery, waving her other hand in the air. "This song is absolutely incredible! Let me tell you, 'I'm just a passing-by online singer'—this person's songs are simply divine!"

Ye Yang's back pressed back against the seat, and the corner of his mouth began to twitch violently.

He quickly bit his lower lip, so hard that he almost broke it.

Lin Xingran was completely unaware of the commotion in the back row.

She continued in a tone as if reciting a textbook:

"On this windy day, I tried to hold your hand, but the wind gradually blew the distance so far away"—Sigh! How could anyone write such perfect lyrics! How could anyone compose such a beautiful melody! What's wrong with this person's brain? Can I borrow it for a couple of days?!

Ye Yang quickly turned his face to the car window, his cheeks puffing out uncontrollably as he tried to suppress his laughter, and he finally managed to hold it back.

Lin Ying whispered beside her, "It really does sound... good."

"And another thing—" Lin Xingran got more and more excited as she spoke, and simply turned the volume up two notches, letting the guitar interlude fill the entire carriage.

"His other songs are great too! 'Jiangnan,' 'Cultivating Love,' 'Ten Years'—every single one is amazing! This person never shows his face, but when he sings, there's a certain... "

She paused, as if searching for the right word, "There's a very special kind of gentleness. It's not the kind of deliberate gentleness, it's more like... how should I put it, it's like you feel like he's telling you a story he's personally experienced. After listening, you feel a little sad, but you can't help but want to listen to it again."

As she spoke, she sighed, pushed her sunglasses up slightly, rubbed the corner of her eye with her knuckles, and added:

"Let me tell you, if one day I find out who this person is, I will tell him to his face—you! are! my God!"

Ye Yang finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hahaha—" He let out an unrestrained laugh from the back seat. Halfway through his laugh, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but his shoulders were still shaking.

Lin Xingran's sunglasses slipped down her nose slightly. She glanced at him in the rearview mirror, her brows furrowing slightly, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ye Yang took his hand away from his mouth and waved it. "I just think what you guys said is exaggerated."

"What's with the exaggeration!" Lin Xingran gripped the steering wheel with one hand, gesturing "stop" in the air with the other. "I'm telling the truth. You're not his fan, so you wouldn't understand. Lin Ying understands, right, Lin Ying?"

Lin Ying was taken aback when Lin Xingran suddenly called her out, then nodded slightly: "Yeah, it really is...very nice. When I can't sleep at night, I...play his songs."

Her voice trailed off as she said this, "There's a song called 'She Said,' which I really like. The lyrics say, 'As long as you have something to rely on when you're tossing and turning at night,' and I... I can really understand that."

Ye Yang's smile faltered for a moment as he glanced at Lin Ying.

Lin Xingran did not notice this subtle change.

She adjusted her sunglasses again, cleared her throat, and started talking again: "By the way, Lin Ying, what kind of person do you think could write a song like this?"

Lin Ying thought about it seriously. She tilted her head slightly, her silver-white eyebrows furrowed gently, and her fingers unconsciously pinched the edge of her skirt. She remained silent for several seconds.

She said slowly, "He must be... very gentle. Very considerate. To be able to write such words shows that he has a very tender side. And..."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "He must have been injured before."

Lin Xingran nodded in agreement, then continued, "And he must be very well-educated. Listen to the lyrics he writes; every line is poetry, every line is just right."

"And when you listen to his singing—when you hear him sing 'Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time,' that feeling, that heart-wrenching yet desperately holding back feeling—tsk tsk tsk."

She took off her sunglasses completely and placed them on the dashboard, revealing her eyes, which still had dark circles but were now sparkling. She concluded in a very confident tone.

"This person must be very sentimental and have been through a lot. Maybe he's a man in his thirties who has experienced a deeply unforgettable relationship, and then he lives in seclusion in a small town, playing guitar and writing songs every day."

Hearing their serious discussion from the back row, Ye Yang couldn't hold back any longer.

He bent over, one hand clutching his stomach, the other waving frantically in the air.

"It's not that exaggerated! It's really not that exaggerated!" He finally straightened up, his face still flushed from laughing. "Maybe—maybe he's just an ordinary, even a bit chuunibyou, young kid who's just turned 18."

The moment the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the car changed drastically.

Lin Xingran suddenly turned her head, her sunglasses hitting the center console with a slight thud.

Her gaze was as if she were looking at a traitor, with faint orange-red sparks flickering in her pupils, and the air began to fill with the faint scent of a lit match.

"What did you just say?!"

Her voice rose a full octave, and Lin Ying, sitting in the passenger seat, flinched from the shout.

Ye Yang was also startled. He pressed his back tightly against the seat back and raised his hands to his chest in a gesture of surrender.

"I...I...I'm just telling the truth! Drive carefully! I'm still young! I don't want to die!"

"Say it again!!!" Lin Xingran's voice rose another half octave.

The leather cover on the steering wheel made a slight creaking sound as she squeezed it.

"I take it back, I take it back!" Ye Yang quickly admitted defeat, raising his hand even higher. "He's a deeply affectionate uncle! A deeply affectionate uncle living in seclusion in a small town! He's experienced eighteen unforgettable relationships! Each one hurt him deeply! Is that alright now?"

Lin Xingran snorted heavily through her nostrils and finally turned back to look at the road again.

She put her sunglasses back on with such force that she almost poked her own eye, but she still pretended not to care and said:

"That's more like it. But were you serious just now? Saying my idol is a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)?"

"I'm not serious, I'm just talking nonsense." Ye Yang wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

"I have boundless admiration and worship for Teacher 'I'm Just a Passing By Online Singer.' He's practically my god; I salute and worship him!"

Lin Ying chuckled softly beside him, and Ye Yang could see her eyes crinkling in the rearview mirror.

Lin Xingran's mouth moved as if she was about to say something, but the car suddenly stopped.

The red taillights of the car in front suddenly merged into a large patch in my field of vision, like a long red river blocking the road ahead.

"What's going on?" She lifted her sunglasses off her nose a little, revealing her eyes, then craned her neck to look ahead. "Traffic jam? How can there be a traffic jam at this hour?"

Lin Ying also turned her head to look ahead.

The road they are currently on is the main route from the Lin family to the city center. Traffic is usually not heavy, and it is a six-lane road in both directions. Except for certain times, there are almost no traffic jams.

But now there's a long line of cars ahead, including private cars and trucks, and some drivers have started honking impatiently, with beeping sounds coming from all directions.

Ye Yang also moved forward a bit, peeking his head out from the gap between the two front seats.

He could clearly see a large crowd gathered about two hundred meters ahead, the crowd surging like a pot of bubbling water.

Some people are running this way, some are squeezing that way, and some are holding up their phones and taking pictures of something.

Ye Yang narrowed his eyes and said softly, "It seems to be more than just a traffic jam. There are a lot of people gathered ahead."

Just then.

The magenta camera hanging around his neck suddenly moved.

He glanced down at the camera; a very thin, magenta light flashed across the edge of the lens.

Just then, a commotion arose from the crowd ahead.