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

When Ye Yang came out of the rehearsal hall, the afternoon sun was filtering through the leaves of the plane trees, spreading a carpet of golden light on the ground.

Ye Yang raised his right hand and fanned himself, preparing to tell Lin Ying and the others that they were going to the canteen to see if the food at the military academy was really as bad as rumored.

Lin Xingran was already walking backwards ahead, her hands behind her back, a smug smile on her face, a smile even brighter than when she grabbed the microphone at the karaoke bar.

"Ye Yang, you're about to become a big celebrity at our school." She said, drawing a large circle in the air with her finger.

"Did you hear the screams outside the rehearsal hall just now? That was just a rehearsal! For the actual performance, the auditorium has thousands of seats, and all the media from the entire Federation will be there."

"When you step onto the stage in that rosy shirt, stand under the spotlight, and your first words are—'Once, twice, three times, and finally, you're speechless'—won't all the girls in the audience go crazy?"

She suddenly covered her mouth halfway through her sentence, her eyes widening in surprise. "No, wait until you're eating at our school cafeteria at noon today. I'm telling you, even the cafeteria lady who serves the food is a fan of yours. Do you believe that when you walk into the cafeteria, all the girls in the school will come over with their trays to stare?"

Ye Yang was so shocked by her description that he almost hiccuped: "Watching me eat? What's so interesting about eating? I'm just eating, not transforming. What do they want to see?"

Lin Xingran looked at him with the eyes of someone who had been through it all, and patted him on the shoulder:

"What are you looking at? — Watching you pick up food, watching you drink soup, watching how you hold your chopsticks. Your singing video has probably already been uploaded to the school forum. Now the whole school knows you're handsome, can transform, and can sing. Do you think the Lin family's genes are just for show? Don't worry, your second sister will protect you this noon and absolutely won't let them get close to you."

She paused abruptly after speaking, leaned close to Ye Yang's ear and lowered her voice, glancing quickly at Lin Ying, "But there are a few people I can't stop—just be careful yourself."

Lin Ying walked beside her eldest sister, her light blue shirt fluttering gently in the afternoon breeze, her long silver hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.

She didn't say much. After leaving the rehearsal hall, she walked quietly, occasionally looking down at the tips of her shoes, and occasionally looking up at the back of the person in front of her who was chatting and laughing with her second sister.

She was silently keeping track of how many people Ye Yang had high-fived, how many people he had said "see you tomorrow" to, and how many people had looked at him with such adoring eyes.

The buzz-cut guitarist high-fived Ye Yang; it's okay, he's a band member.

Fang Qing shook hands with Ye Yang and whispered something in his ear, getting a little closer.

She was sitting in a folding chair when she nearly spilled the water in her hand.

Lin Yumin walked beside her. She glanced at her phone's schedule as she walked, and said calmly:

"The principal just sent a message saying that the security plan for the performance has been approved. The Han family's energy shield generators will be set up around the outside of the auditorium, and the Zhou family's medical team will be on standby backstage."

"In addition, the admissions office reported that since the news of Ye Yang's performance was released, the number of reservations for the open day has increased significantly compared to the same period last year. Principal Chen asked me to tell you that the food in the cafeteria will be of a much higher standard today at noon."

Ye Yang praised the principal for his generosity and was about to tell Lin Ying that he would save her a seat when suddenly a very fast shadow rushed straight towards them from the direction of the playground.

The newcomer's footsteps were barely audible on the ground, only a very faint and rapid rustling of fabric.

The shadow passed through a group of students who were taking a walk and stopped precisely in front of Ye Yang.

Wang Yu wore a dark school uniform today, with several buttons deliberately undone at the collar, revealing a metal pendant around her neck engraved with the Wang family's sword and shield emblem.

He wore that standard playboy smile, one hand in his pocket, the other raised and waved at Ye Yang, his tone slightly smug as he said:

"Wow—isn't this Young Master Ye? Long time no see! I just heard you were singing in the rehearsal room, and you sang quite well. I didn't know you could not only transform into armor and fight, but also sing—you're so talented!"

"Isn't it a coincidence? I said I wanted to spar with you at the banquet last time, but I was too busy eating cake that day and didn't have a chance. It's really fate that we've run into each other today. You won't refuse, will you?"

Lin Yumin glanced at Wang Yu. Her gaze was calm as still water, but Wang Yu took a small step back for a moment. The memory of being slammed against the wall by Long Aotian at the banquet was clearly still etched into his bones.

Lin Xingran had already taken a big step forward. She pointed at Wang Yu with one finger, and tiny orange-red flames were dancing at the fingertips of her other hand.

"Wang Yu? Didn't you cause enough trouble at the banquet last time? Last time you were pinned against the wall by Long Aotian, do you want us to pin you to the ground again today? Your father brought that lavish gift to apologize last time, didn't you get enough of a beating? And what about your mother—"

Lin Ying didn't speak, but she took half a step forward and stood next to Ye Yang.

Her fingers gently hooked around Ye Yang's sleeve, as if silently asserting some kind of sovereignty.

Wang Yu shrugged indifferently; he was the type who got happier the more he saw others angry.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I genuinely want to spar today, I mean no harm. Young Master Ye himself agreed at the banquet last time, but that long-haired guy interrupted us and the fight didn't happen. It's just a spar, nothing serious. Besides, Young Master Ye—do you really want women to always shield you? What kind of skill is that?"

"Okay." Ye Yang gently pulled his hand out of Lin Ying's sleeve, gave her a reassuring look, and then took a step forward. "How do we fight?"

Wang Yu's eyes lit up; he clearly hadn't expected Ye Yang to agree so readily.

"Young Master Ye is so generous! Then let's meet at the arena—I'll be waiting for you there. Don't be late."

A confident smile appeared on his lips, and then his figure flashed, a swift shadow crossing the playground and disappearing at the entrance of the sports hall.

Several students playing football nearby were spun around several times by the air currents from his movements.

Lin Xingran waved his fist in the direction Wang Yu disappeared: "That kid is really fast, but his mouth is even more annoying than his speed. Are you sure you want to fight him? He's a speedster, one of the best in our school."

Lin Yumin also put her phone away, and reminded him in a more serious tone: "Wang Yu's speed-type awakened ability has undergone systematic training, and is not at the level of an ordinary lone soldier."

Ye Yang reached into his pocket and pulled a card from the card box.

The card features a rhinoceros beetle-shaped knight image—Kamen Rider Kabuto.

He twirled the card between his fingers, then placed it back in the card case, a smile only he understood appearing on his lips:

"Speed-type, huh? Perfect, I also have a new card that excels at speed. Someone lent it to me last time, but I haven't had a chance to use it yet—perfect for today."

He hung his camera around his neck and walked towards the sports stadium first.

Lin Yumin watched his retreating figure from behind, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said something only they could hear: "Let's go. We can finish before lunch."

Lin Ying followed behind him and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Wait—be careful. Wang Yu may have a sharp tongue, but he's really fast. At the last school sports meet, he won several sprint championships by himself."

Ye Yang looked down at the hand that was tugging at his sleeve, and nodded with a smile.