Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (2): Brothers reunited

Making movies could change the world and promote the progress of world civilization?

What a joke!?

The system screamed angrily, stomping non-stop: [Nonsense! You obviously just like watching movies and want to become a director! And you even want to trick me! You haven’t even seriously considered completing your mission!!]

Seeing this, Xiu Xiu became furious. Its little claws smacked the system wildly:[How dare you doubt Xiu Xiu’s master! Xiu Xiu will beat you up!! You’re not allowed to question my master’s decisions! Whatever master says is right!! Whatever master does is right!!]

The system was beaten until it was tearful: [You two are too much…]

Si Qi, smiling as he watched the usually punishment-happy system get beaten up by Xiu Xiu, cheerfully said: [Good job, Xiu Xiu.]

Upon hearing this, Xiu Xiu became even happier, hitting with a crackling fury—sparks and lightning flying everywhere. The damage was minimal, but the humiliation was extreme.

The system lay on the ground, lifeless and hopeless, its digital tears flowing everywhere.

Si Qi turned off his poor-quality knockoff phone that overheated after a short while. Yawning, he shifted positions and fell asleep lying down.

The system didn’t dare disturb Si Qi, not even releasing the tiniest spark of current, lying quietly on the ground while Xiu Xiu continued its “lesson.”

After a while, the class bell rang. A few students packed up to go home, but most remained in their seats, reading or doing homework.

Judging by the high percentage of students wearing glasses, this was indeed a top-tier elite class of a prestigious high school, full of diligent model students—except for Si Qi.

Si Qi never stayed late after school to study. He grabbed his empty backpack—leaving all books and homework on his desk—and happily ran out of school, heading to the middle school about ten minutes away to pick up his younger brother.

This had been his routine for many years, something the original body had long been used to.

Clutching the hard-earned fifteen yuan in his hand, Si Qi ran to a roast chicken shop near the school and bought half a chicken.

Of course, a chicken that cheap wasn’t anything high-quality, but for two brothers who grew up eating only cold rice at home and were mocked whenever they got an extra bite of meat, the hot, fragrant, sizzling roast chicken was an unbelievably luxurious treat.

After all, they usually couldn’t even bear to spend fifty cents on spicy sticks!

Today, Si Qi had really gone all out.

He tucked the chicken, wrapped in a paper bag, into his backpack to keep it warm, then hugged the bag excitedly and tiptoed to look inside the school.

His younger brother—who also disliked school, treated teachers and classmates with cold indifference, and had terrible social relations—walked quickly out with his head down. The moment he spotted his older brother waiting at the gate, this usually stone-faced boy’s eyes instantly turned red.

Choking up, and under the shocked stares of nearby classmates, he rushed into his brother’s arms, clinging tightly, crying with grievance, sorrow, and deep longing.

“Brother!!!”

Si Qi: …?

It had been so many years since he’d last seen his younger brother cry. Flustered, Si Qi dropped the backpack he had been holding like a treasure and hurriedly hugged his brother, soothing him: “Good boy, good boy, what’s wrong? Oh no, seeing you cry makes me want to cry too…”

Every time the original owner saw his younger brother cry, he would break down in tears too. Si Qi had inherited the original’s memories and instincts—sometimes he could suppress it, sometimes he didn’t want to.

He held back his burning nose, his voice hoarse and pained: “Did something happen at school? Tell me, I’ll help you vent your anger!”

“No, no…” The Child of the World buried his head in Si Qi’s arms, desperately absorbing his brother’s warmth and familiar scent. The pain of losing him years ago, and all those years of bitter loneliness, exploded at this very moment.

He cried as though suffering the greatest sorrow in the world, loud enough to draw the stares of nearby students and teachers. His tears and snot quickly soaked through Si Qi’s clothes. Si Qi could only hold him tightly, pained, comforting him gently, and carefully asking, “What’s wrong? Tell me, don’t be sad.”

Once hailed as the God of Science—the richest man in the world, idolized by billions—at this moment, he was just a pitiful boy who finally got to see his brother again. Eyes red, blurred with tears, he tried hard to make out his brother’s face.

Yes.

His brother was exactly the same as in his memory—teenage years, messy bedhead, faded school uniform—yet more handsome than anyone else in the world.

Clutching Si Qi’s hand, he sobbed: “Brother, where did you go? How could you leave me alone! Do you know how much I missed you…”

And like the brother who had always doted on him unconditionally, Si Qi nodded without hesitation: “It was my fault. I’ll always stay with you now. Don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Wuwuwu…”

Deep down, he knew his brother had done nothing wrong. His brother had always been there whenever he could, always came whenever called, and had even left back then to save him. His brother bore no fault at all.

“It’s all my fault, all mine… wuwuwu…” His tears poured like a broken faucet, unstoppable. Even though he knew it would make his brother heartache, the grief overwhelmed him. He clutched Si Qi’s hand tightly, terrified that letting go would make him disappear again, sobbing: “Brother, don’t leave me…”

Si Qi kept comforting him: “I won’t, I won’t. I’ll never leave you. How could I bear to?”

“Wu…” Already an adult inside, the Child of the World nodded desperately, his choked voice rising as he gazed with adoration at his forever-eighteen brother: “I won’t let you leave me…”

“Yes, yes.” Si Qi just nodded along, bent down, picked up the dropped backpack, and eagerly unzipped it, holding it out like an offering: “Look! Guess what this is!”

The Child of the World, barely calming down, looked inside and saw the familiar roast chicken. At once, he burst into tears again.

This roast chicken—it had been the last gift his brother ever gave him, decades ago. His brother had died while he was still eating it.

If not for his craving for roast chicken that day, his brother wouldn’t have gone out of his way to surprise him at school, wouldn’t have crossed that road, wouldn’t have been hit by that damned truck.

Because of that trauma, he had loathed roast chicken ever since. Just the sight of it made him physically nauseous—he hadn’t eaten it in years.

Yet now, seeing his brother happily tearing off a drumstick and holding it to his mouth, he sobbed and took it, eating bite after bite.

He couldn’t taste anything at all—just the salt of his tears.

Si Qi chuckled, wiping his tears with his sleeve, and said: “Don’t rush. There’s more. We’ll finish, then go home.”

The Child of the World wept: “Wuwu, brother, you eat too.”

“I’m not hungry,” Si Qi replied, as he always did, holding his brother’s hand and walking toward home.

They came to the road that had haunted the Child of the World’s nightmares countless times. His pupils shrank, his face went pale, and he clutched Si Qi tightly, refusing to step forward.

Si Qi asked in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

The Child of the World’s voice trembled, feigning calm: “I… I don’t want to go this way. Let’s take another route.”

“But home is just across the street…”

“I don’t want to!!” His voice sharpened, his body shaking as he pleaded: “Brother…”

Si Qi immediately surrendered, scratching his head helplessly. “Alright then.”

At that moment, a huge truck roared through the red light ahead, startling pedestrians about to cross.

Once they recovered from the fright, angry curses erupted: “Damn it, in such a hurry to die?!”

The Child of the World’s body was rigid, his face pale as he stared at the scene. Only after a long time did he escape that suffocating fear.

Si Qi, unfazed, tugged his brother toward another street. The Child of the World followed stiffly, finally letting out a long sigh of relief, his expression mixed with complexity and gratitude.

He really had traveled back through time. He had saved his brother.

His brother was alive—and this time, he would live a long life.

The Child of the World wiped away his tears and smiled brightly at his unsuspecting brother, feeling lighter than ever.

Si Qi asked: “Now can you tell me what you were crying about just now?”

The Child of the World blushed at the memory of his loss of control.

After a while, he said: “I had a dream.”

“A nightmare?”

“A terrible one…” His tone was low, his heart aching as he said, “I dreamed that you got into a car accident and left me alone…”

Si Qi chuckled: “It was just a dream.”

The Child of the World lowered his head, silent for a while, then breathed deeply and smiled: “Yes, just a dream. Not reality.”

Then he looked up at his brother, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. “Brother, have you been very tired lately?”

Si Qi’s expression flickered, but he replied in his usual carefree tone: “No, I’m fine.”

No matter what he faced, his brother would never show weakness, never let him worry.

The Child of the World’s nose stung. Nearly in tears again, he forced himself to say: “Brother, you’ve got such huge panda eyes, and you still say you’re fine.”

“Just school pressure. You know, I’m in my last year of high school.”

But the Child of the World, who knew better than anyone how much his brother hated studying, was speechless.

After decades with the black-tech system, he knew well how strict its secrecy rules were. A host couldn’t leak system information or they’d be punished by electric shocks.

But seeing his brother tormented like this, he couldn’t stand idly by. So he said directly: “Brother, seeing you like this makes me really sad.”

“Huh?”

Head lowered, embarrassed, he murmured: “I worry about you a lot. Could you… could you not push yourself so hard, for my sake?”

“……”

Si Qi frowned in thought. And, just as the Child of the World expected, he nodded firmly: “Alright. Brother listens to you. I won’t make you worry.”

And of course, his way of not worrying his brother would be to complete the system’s tasks, study seriously, rank first in his year, and eventually top the national college entrance exam.

The Child of the World knew exactly what tasks the system would give at this stage.

And with his brother’s genius-level intellect, completing them would be easy—if only he weren’t so averse to studying and being threatened. That was why things had gone so badly now.

But he would never force his brother into the suffocating, joyless life he himself had endured. He just needed time. For now, he wanted his brother to temporarily compromise with the system, so he wouldn’t lose sleep and risk another accident.

Given time, he would find a way to free his brother from the cursed system—and make it pay.

With that thought in mind, the two brothers quietly finished their roast chicken outside and returned home.

At home, the younger sister, who was still in elementary school, leaned against the sofa watching cartoons. When she saw her two older brothers return, she acted as if she hadn’t seen them at all, completely ignoring them.

Si Qi took a detour around the back of the sofa, long used to this little princess who thought everyone should give way to her. But the so-called “Child of the World” openly walked straight past the TV, immediately provoking the household’s little tyrant, who screamed: “Are you sick?! Why are you blocking my TV?!”

Carrying both his and his younger brother’s schoolbags to their room, Si Qi turned around at her words.

The Child of the World’s face turned cold. He looked at the younger sister who, in his previous life, had gone out of her way to please him, and his voice was full of disgust: “You want to watch TV? I’ll let you watch—”

“Xiao Lin!” Seeing the Child of the World reach out toward the girl’s collar—an action identical to how her parents used to hit the brothers—Si Qi, looking startled, rushed over to stop him: “What are you doing, why…?”

The Child of the World glared with hatred at his furious younger sister. In his mind, he saw the scene from his past life: she had happily accepted the money his brother had exchanged with his life, grinning alongside their uncle and aunt, saying, “Great! I can buy so many things now. Looks like Si Qi isn’t so useless after all~~.” That hateful face was something he would never forget.

Back in the present, seeing that arrogant, willful face again, he wanted nothing more than to slap it ten thousand times.

Let you watch TV…

Si Qi pulled him back, acting like a peacemaker: “It’s just TV. You could’ve just gone around the back…”

This little princess was used to having her way at home, with two adults spoiling her unconditionally. If she got upset, she would immediately run to her parents and complain.

Her parents wouldn’t care that the brothers had merely blocked her view for a moment—if she complained, they would slap and scold these “heartless burdens” without hesitation, even denying them food.

The Child of the World knew his older brother was worried he’d provoke their uncle and aunt and get them both punished. He sneered coldly and said to Si Qi: “Brother, don’t stop me. Why should this girl be ordering us around in our own house? What is she even worth?”

Si Qi looked confused: “Our house?”

Si Lin said, “Brother, you don’t know, do you? This house was left to us by our parents. That family of three lives here, spends the money our parents left us, beats and scolds us, and even rations food to us! Why should they?”

Si Qi looked as though he had no idea what his brother was talking about. The younger sister, still in elementary school, screeched: “Nonsense! You two parasites spend my parents’ money, live in our house, eat and drink everything from my parents! And you still dare say my parents wronged you? Get out! Don’t stay in my house!”

Si Lin raised his hand, ready to hit her again, but Si Qi stopped him, frowning: “Is what you’re saying true…?”

It wasn’t that he doubted his brother’s words. The reborn Child of the World naturally knew many things the brothers at this age couldn’t possibly know. But the original Si Qi had been brainwashed by his uncle and aunt since childhood, told repeatedly, “You two are just parasites. Living here is a huge burden. If it weren’t for pity, we’d never waste money raising you.”

From the age of five, Si Qi had deeply believed that he and his brother couldn’t survive on their own. To keep his little brother from starving, he swallowed his pride and stayed at his uncle and aunt’s house. Even though they were mistreated, he didn’t dare run away. After all, even if he could barely endure hunger at his age, he couldn’t bear to see the younger brother he loved suffer with him.

In the end, his uncle and aunt did raise them. They hadn’t let them starve or wander the streets, and they had even let them attend school.

But now his brother was saying things he had never known before. He was completely stunned.

The worldly old fox Si Qi—tens of thousands of years in experience—acted clueless the whole time, watching his younger brother bravely shield him, making their sister cry and scream, her shrill voice shaking the house. She wanted to fight Si Lin but couldn’t, relying on Si Qi to protect her from being hit, wailing at the top of her lungs.

Then he watched as Si Lin barged into their uncle and aunt’s room, opened the computer, and called the Child Protection Center, describing in detail how he and his brother were mistreated. He explained that their guardians had stolen their inheritance, seized their house, and abused them since childhood—without leaving their guardians a shred of dignity.

The staff on the other end responded quickly, gently asking for their home address and reassuring them not to be afraid.

Next, Si Lin called the Market Regulation Bureau, reporting under his real name that their uncle and aunt’s hotpot restaurant used addictive poppy ingredients—this time personally repeating what he had arranged in his previous life.

Meanwhile, the younger sister hurled insults like “dogs,” “ingrates,” and “why aren’t you dead yet.” But the brothers, unbothered, didn’t even acknowledge her, which made her furious.

Si Qi stood innocently by the sofa, looking torn—fearful that his brother might cause trouble but still unconditionally supporting him.

Si Lin, seeing how worried his brother was, quickly reassured him: “Don’t worry, brother, I know what I’m doing.”

Si Qi, looking determined, comforted him instead: “Xiao Lin, don’t be afraid. I’m not worried. If anything happens, I’ll figure something out.”

Si Lin: “…”

Memories of his brother’s protection from decades ago surged into his mind. His nose stung, and he softly answered, “Mm,” before murmuring, “As long as brother is here, I’m not afraid of anything.”

Xiu Xiu whispered: [It feels like two great demons competing in acting skills…]

Si Qi sighed helplessly: [Demon? Please. This kid probably never worried about anything but research in his last life. Everyone spoiled him. That’s why he’s so reckless—trying to report them for abuse without even gathering evidence first.]

Xiu Xiu instantly understood: [Got it! I’ll start collecting evidence right away.]

Si Qi: [I remember there are cameras in this building. Last time, when the original owner missed picking her up from school because of tutoring, the aunt slapped him in the stairwell—it should be recorded. And half a year ago, in a phone store, when the original owner refused to hand over his hard-earned money for a new phone, the uncle slapped him in front of everyone. Check if there’s surveillance there; if not, at least eyewitnesses.]

Xiu Xiu clenched his fists just from hearing it: [Don’t worry, Master! I’ll make sure to find every video!]

Si Qi: [Also, gather their spending and income records. Compare them to what they spent on us—it’ll be obvious. We hardly spent anything. The tens of thousands left to us must’ve gone straight into their pockets.]

The little sister, dressed in flashy clothes, with a pampered, arrogant expression, was clearly raised in luxury. She got everything she wanted. Meanwhile, the brothers lived in their school uniforms, their shoes passed down from brother to brother, nobody caring whether they were worn out.

They even taught themselves how to cut each other’s hair with scissors, because they couldn’t afford the ten yuan for a haircut.

The original Si Qi’s current messy “bird’s nest” hairstyle was the masterpiece of his beloved little brother.

At first glance, it looked rather “non-mainstream.”

But Si Qi, the ultimate brother-lover, never thought his brother did anything wrong. To Si Lin, his brother was the most handsome man in the world no matter what. Their shared aesthetic was almost laughable.

Si Qi saw Si Lin sitting calmly on the sofa, arms crossed, watching their little sister cry and scream with great interest. He pulled him into their small room, telling him to do homework instead of provoking her further, not caring how ear-piercing her shrieks were.

Si Lin obediently listened to his brother. If Si Qi told him to go to the room, he went.

The two “hid in their room,” while the little sister, wiping away her tears like a victorious general, angrily picked up the house phone and called her mother, asking her to come home and punish the two “ungrateful and vicious brats.”

But on the call, her mother’s voice was anxious, with her father’s pleading voice faintly audible in the background. Her mother told her they’d be late tonight, urging her to stay home and behave.

The girl, confused and upset, ignored her mother’s urgency and exaggeratedly retold everything, accusing the brothers of trying to hit her, insulting her, and calling authorities to report her parents for abuse and using poppy husks in their hotpot.

Her mother quickly realized the reason for the sudden investigation. Furious, she cursed the boys as heartless beasts over the phone.

But no matter how much she cursed, it was useless. Their hotpot restaurant had already been caught using toxic and illegal food additives, the shop sealed for rectification, and the couple taken for questioning. They now faced huge fines of over a hundred thousand, and possibly prison time.

With solid evidence against them, even begging for mercy wouldn’t help. Caught off guard by this disaster, they cursed the brothers’ ancestors in their hearts a thousand times over.