Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (3): Someone actually wants to compete with Xiu Xiu for favor!

No matter how much the couple cursed, the two brothers made dinner at home on their own.

Just like the original owner, Si Qi called the little girl over for dinner, but the girl, proud and stubborn, refused to eat food given out of pity. She angrily accused them of eating her family’s things shamelessly.

Seeing her reaction, Si Qi did not insist further. He simply left food on the table, telling her she could eat whenever she got hungry.

But when he said this, the little girl lashed out at him again. Si Lin, his younger brother, gave her a chilling glare that made him look terrifying.

Si Qi realized that if he kept showing kindness to the little girl only to be met with cold rejection, his younger brother might act out of jealousy or resentment and hurt her. So he decided not to interfere anymore—after all, she was old enough that she couldn’t possibly starve to death in their house.

A few hours after the phone call, people from the Child Protection Center arrived at their home.

Si Qi invited them to sit down. With Si Lin’s prompting, he recounted every detail of what he had gone through as a child. Many things that Si Lin had forgotten because he was too young at the time, Si Qi remembered vividly.

He gave a straightforward account, hiding nothing, about how life had been after their uncle and aunt took custody of them. He told them that the adults had never properly cared for them even for a single day, that he himself, at only five years old, had raised his younger brother—boiling water for formula, going to the baby shop to buy diapers, taking his brother to the hospital when he had a fever—all on his own, before he was even ten.

He also told them how the two adults had beaten and abused him for years, oppressed him with verbal and psychological violence, and how his body still bore scars from the old wounds. He showed them the tiny room he and his brother lived in—two teenage boys crammed into a space barely larger than a bathroom, with a wardrobe that contained only school uniforms and almost no other proper clothes, and shoes so worn out that the soles were nearly breaking apart.

Faced with so much evidence, the adults from the Child Protection Center were visibly shaken. The little girl, not understanding the situation, kept shouting angrily while Si Qi spoke ill of her parents: “My mom and dad already gave you food, what more do you want!”, “You’re ungrateful, shameless!”, “You made me angry so of course you deserved a beating!”, “If you keep talking like this, get out of my house!” She even tried to hit Si Qi, only to be stopped by Si Lin.

The sight infuriated the adults, who had initially been gentle toward the girl. They became increasingly certain of how toxic the uncle and aunt’s influence had been, and how the brothers must have been treated all these years.

Not wanting to argue with a little girl, the adults instead checked her room—full of clothes, toys, snacks. Seeing how pampered and spoiled she was, compared with the brothers’ misery, they understood everything.

After verifying the situation and confirming this was not a prank, the adults comforted the two brothers and gave them their private phone numbers, telling them they could call anytime, no matter how late, and they would always stand by them and help.

They also said they would immediately start investigating the inheritance and house ownership, and once all the documents and evidence were gathered, they would help the brothers resolve everything.

Si Qi, looking both relieved and overjoyed, thanked them repeatedly and escorted them downstairs.

Si Lin, however, kept a cold face the entire time, showing no gratitude even to those who came to help, unable to feel warmth toward anyone but his brother.

But as soon as Si Qi returned upstairs, his two-faced younger brother immediately put on an admiring look and said, “Brother, you were amazing just now. I didn’t know what to say at all, I was so nervous.”

Si Qi laughed. “No wonder you kept a stiff face without speaking—so that’s why.”

Si Lin nodded. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even know how to deal with people.”

Si Qi immediately said, “Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, you don’t need to worry about anything!”

Si Lin gazed at him with admiration. “You’re the best, brother…”

Xiu Xiu: […… The great devil really pretends to be a little white rabbit so well!!]

Si Qi: [He likes being a little white rabbit, so let him. He’s wanted to live this way for a long time.]

Xiu Xiu lay on the ground, envious: [(：з」∠) Master really spoils the Child of the World.]

Si Qi: [I got good at spoiling you first, remember?]

Xiu Xiu covered its face: [(/w＼) Oh no, so embarrassing…]

The black-tech system watching from the side: […]

It definitely wasn’t envious!!!

While Si Lin was clinging sweetly to Si Qi, he also shot vicious glares to warn off the little girl still trying to attack with a stick, and pulled Si Qi back to their room. He told him, “Brother, once those two are gone, we’ll take care of ourselves. I can take care of myself, so you don’t have to worry.”

Si Qi nodded cheerfully. “No problem.”

All these years, it had always been Si Qi taking care of both himself and his brother, without help from the adults. Losing them wouldn’t change much—life would probably even get better.

They would spend their own money, enjoy good food without hiding or sneaking around, and not get beaten anymore—how wonderful.

Si Lin looked at his brother’s bright, carefree smile, so much like how he remembered him—always full of sunshine—and felt a surge of uncontrollable affection.

His poor brother, who had borne the burden of raising two children while still a child himself, who had never known a single day of ease.

Now that he was back, he swore to protect his brother just as his brother had once protected him—to spare him from hardship, to let him live carefree, and to give him anything he wanted. He would make him the happiest person in the world.

Thinking this, Si Lin showed a pure, genuine smile—one he hadn’t displayed in decades in his past life—and asked, “Brother, is there something you really want to do?”

Because of that damn system, in his past life Si Lin had lived like a puppet, following tasks step by step. Even if those tasks were necessary for his goals, he had been deeply unhappy.

Aside from true researchers, who would want to spend their entire life in a lab, buried in endless complex data, with nothing else to life? Such a hollow existence could be summed up in one sentence.

Knowing how empty that life was, Si Lin didn’t want his brother to live the same way. He wanted him to live freely and happily, free from responsibility.

Si Qi answered without hesitation: “I want to work in the film industry!”

Si Lin recalled his brother’s old interests—how he loved reading novels, watching movies, and anime whenever he had free time, always smiling while doing so. His phone battery was always drained after school because of it. He couldn’t help but smile. “Then you can become a famous director one day!”

Si Qi puffed out his chest with confidence. “Of course! There’s nothing your brother can’t do!”

Si Lin chuckled softly.

Yes, his brother could do anything. In school or in life, he was always better than others, always achieving smoothly. That was why the black-tech system had chosen him, out of billions, to change the course of human civilization.

But given what he knew of that system, it was probably already nagging his brother, warning him not to dream of something so “ridiculous,” maybe even threatening him with electric shocks…

Si Lin’s smile grew cold for a moment, then he quickly masked it and said, “Brother, making movies takes a lot of money. If you become a director, I’ll be your investor, I want to support you.”

Of course, Si Qi was touched and agreed, rubbing his brother’s head happily. “Then I’ll count on you to invest in my movies one day! But for now, you have to focus on studying—that’s the most important thing, alright?”

Si Lin obediently nodded, then asked, “Brother, do you know about Litecoins?”

Searching the original owner’s memory, Si Qi realized he didn’t. He shook his head. “No, what’s that?”

Xiu Xiu, connected to the world’s internet, quickly provided info: [Litecoin is a kind of virtual currency in this world. Many countries allow cash exchanges. Right now one Litecoin equals about 300,000 yuan.]

Si Qi, who had been to many worlds where cash had disappeared in favor of digital currency, understood immediately.

But Si Lin didn’t know that, so he carefully explained: “It’s a global virtual currency called Litecoin. It can be used like cash.”

Si Qi pretended to be enlightened. “I see. So what about it?”

Si Lin explained concisely: “Litecoin isn’t printed—it’s released online every ten minutes. Six years ago, fifty coins each time. This year, only 12.5 each time. The rarer it gets, the more valuable it becomes. To earn it, people compete by solving math problems—the first to solve it within ten minutes gets the coin.”

Si Qi was astonished. “So if you solve the math problem, you get a huge sum of money?”

“Exactly.” Si Lin found it ironic.

Back then, their uncle and aunt had tormented them for years just over a few hundred thousand yuan and one house. His brother had even died over a small compensation payout.

Later, after getting the black-tech system, Si Lin had learned to mine Litecoins by solving these problems. He had quickly earned 12.5 Litecoins—over three million yuan.

If even he could do it, with his brother’s intelligence it would be even easier.

Yet his brilliant brother had suffered so much for so little, and died so pitifully. The thought made Si Lin feel bitterly sad.

Seeing Si Qi’s astonishment, Si Lin said: “Leave earning Litecoins to me. You just focus on your exams and your dreams.”

Si Qi: “But math is my strength! You’re only in junior high—you might be slower at it than others!”

The black-tech system nearly wept with joy. So all it took to motivate its host was money?! No need for lofty ideals of science, fame, or power—just a few thousand yuan?!

Si Lin shook his head. “You don’t need to bother with such a small thing.”

His brother wasn’t the type to enjoy solving math problems. He himself had dealt with much harder problems in his past life, so this was child’s play for him.

Si Qi, seeing his brother so determined, didn’t press further. He smiled. “Xiao Lin is really amazing, already able to help me.”

Si Lin’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Am I really that amazing?”

“Of course.” Si Qi ruffled his hair with a smile. “You already know more than your brother.”

Feeling his brother’s warm hand on his head, Si Lin blushed, looking adorable.

In that moment, he decided he would do more and more, just to earn his brother’s praise.

It felt amazing.

Xiu Xiu, floating in Si Qi’s consciousness, watched this scene and felt something oddly familiar.

It thought for a long time, puzzled, until the black-tech system said flatly: [Isn’t this the same way your master tricks you every day?]

Just a little sweet talk, and the little golden dragon would happily rush to do anything for its master. Too easy.

Xiu Xiu: [Σ(っ°Д°;)っ?!]

The black-tech system thought he would finally “wake up” and rebel against Si Qi.

But instead—

Xiu Xiu: [What?! Someone is competing with me for my master’s affection? Is my position as his number one fan being threatened? Master! I can mine Litecoins too! My computing power is faster than a quantum computer! Si Lin can dream if he thinks he’ll take even one Litecoin from me!!]

The black-tech system: […] It knew better than to expect anything from this fool.

Si Qi, amused: [Alright, no need to compete with Si Lin. You’ll always be my number one fan.]

Xiu Xiu, pitifully: [Really? I won’t be replaced?]

Si Qi: [Yes, yes, you won’t.]

Xiu Xiu: [Hehe~]

The black-tech system stood coldly by, saying nothing.

Hmph! It wasn’t envious at all!

…

While their uncle and aunt suffered in detention, Si Lin had already used their old computer to mine his first pot of gold.

With Litecoin’s value skyrocketing—40,000 times in ten years—people worldwide were rushing to mine in teams. Si Lin, lacking professional equipment, only had an old computer, so sometimes he was slower than them. Still, he managed to win several times a day, and before long he already held Litecoins worth tens of millions.

This speed of making money—if it weren’t actually happening, hardly anyone would believe it if they heard about it.

Si Lin spent the whole night mining and the next day ran to Si Qi for praise.

“Brother, brother, I made money! Over twelve million!!”

The little girl next to them, eating potato chips for breakfast with a scowl, gave a cold laugh and glanced at Si Lin like he was an idiot.

Si Qi had already heard about this from Xiu Xiu, so now he put on a very convincing look of shock, exclaiming in disbelief: “Xiao Lin, you’re that amazing?! Brother is so proud of you!!!”

Originally, Si Lin didn’t think much of this amount of money, but upon hearing Si Qi’s praise, his face flushed with excitement. “Brother, what do you want? I’ll buy it for you!! For filming you need a camera, right? I’ll get you the best camera!! Also, watching movies is more comfortable with a projector, isn’t it? Then we have to get a projector too!!—Brother, whatever you want, I’ll buy it!!”

Si Qi’s eyes curved happily as he said: “Then let’s just start with buying you a few sets of clothes. The weather’s getting cooler, so we should be prepared.”

Si Lin paused for a moment, feeling a sudden ache in his heart. He couldn’t help but think about how, ever since his brother left all those years ago, no one had ever nagged him about his clothes or cared whether he was cold when the weather turned.

Everyone thought he was scary—always cold-faced and gloomy—so they all avoided him.

Sniffling, he said, “Mm! Then we should buy clothes for brother too!”

Si Qi smiled, eyes squinting: “Xiao Lin is so filial.”

Si Lin: Filial… filial?

Being told he was “filial” by someone who, in theory, was decades younger than him, gave Si Lin a strange, awkward expression. But he quickly forgot the moment and sat at the table, excitedly waiting for his brother’s breakfast.

Truthfully, Si Qi wasn’t good at cooking. The two adults never let them touch anything in the kitchen, thinking they’d steal food.

So Si Qi’s breakfast was just two slices of bread with a burnt egg and a sausage inside, without even ketchup.

But even so, Si Lin—who had eaten the finest food in the world—still held that ugly sandwich and ate it happily, not leaving a single crumb.

The little girl rolled her eyes at the two of them while munching her chips, thinking to herself that when Mom and Dad got back, she’d make sure they taught those two bullies a lesson—she wanted Dad to break their legs and make them cry for mercy.

Then, with her hair messy and clothes poorly matched, she slung on her backpack and went to school, not even glancing at the brothers.

Although Si Qi disliked the child, he still had Xiu Xiu follow her, just in case something happened while she was at school.

Xiu Xiu obediently complied.

Then Si Qi walked Si Lin to his school. Along the way, Si Lin kept hinting at him to study hard, complete tasks, and not suffer just because he didn’t like the system—it would make him heartache otherwise.

Si Qi understood what his brother meant, smiled, and reassured him. After watching his brother enter the school, he turned and wandered off to his own high school.

Under the black-tech system’s heartbroken gaze, he pulled out his knockoff phone and happily started reading a novel.

His deskmate, unfazed by the sight, adjusted his glasses and handed him a test paper: “Si Qi, how do you solve this problem?”

Si Qi looked at the math problem his classmate had scribbled over multiple times without solving, glanced at it, then casually drew two lines: “First calculate here, then here, then like this, and this.”

The students who could get into this school weren’t stupid—just a bit of guidance was enough. His classmate quickly understood, nodded: “Got it.”

He returned to his seat with the paper, but soon, a few more classmates came over with their own test papers.

“Si Qi, how do you translate this sentence?”

Si Qi said, “Mm—‘The violin’s tragic grandeur is like running with all your might at sunset, then dying without regret.’”

The classmate thought about it, then lit up: “That’s it! Translating it as ‘tragic grandeur’ is perfect!”

“Si Qi, how about this one?”

Seeing so many gathered around, Si Qi simply put down his phone and looked at their questions one by one: “Wouldn’t solving this with a square root be faster?”

“The equation is fine, but you made a mistake in this step.”

“The last sage of Changya’s Three Saints is Zhou Xuan, not Li Mo. Li Mo was a modern poet.”

“What, even you science students are coming to ask me questions? Here, adding AgNO3 solution gives a white precipitate that doesn’t dissolve in dilute nitric acid—so the original solution definitely contained Cl-.”

Even though the original owner didn’t study much, always played on his phone in class, and never did homework, surprisingly he never provoked resentment.

Unlike the world’s child, the original owner was cheerful, efficient, and had always maintained excellent relationships with teachers and classmates, able to get along with anyone. Whatever task the teachers gave him, no matter how complicated, no matter how many people had to be coordinated, even when it came to dealing with adults outside of school—if it was entrusted to him, he would always get it done perfectly.

With such a personality, it was only natural he would make a great director, coordinating and working with people from all sides. His problem-solving calmness, familiarity with life, rich experience, and boundless passion for stories were invaluable.

No wonder the gloomy, cold “child of the world” was so fond of his brother—the original owner was like a little sun, warming everything around him.

The homeroom teacher, Mr. Yang, walked into the classroom with the bell for morning study. Seeing the crowd around Si Qi, he wasn’t surprised. He didn’t even send the students back to their seats—he just sat at the lectern with his thermos. After a while, seeing no one leaving, he got a bit sulky: here he was, a whole teacher, and yet no one came to ask him questions.

Clearing his throat, he said: “Alright, if you have questions, you can come ask me.”

The students glanced at him and said: “Teacher, it’s fine—we’ll just ask Si Qi.”

“Anyway, he’d just be playing on his phone otherwise. This way we can help him review.”

“Exactly, if we don’t ask him, he’ll just play!”

“Teacher, do you even know physics?”

The teacher sighed: “Fine, fine, so you all prefer Si Qi, huh? Next time when you review geography, I’ll have him give the lecture instead.”

The students grinned: “No problem! Si Qi explains things super clearly. Let him do it.”

Si Qi: “…Did you even ask me if I agree?”

The teacher slowly sipped his goji tea: “It’s decided then!”

Si Qi: “….” Great. So apparently, the person actually involved had no say.

When Si Qi went to pick up Si Lin after school, Si Lin was shocked to see that his brother’s backpack wasn’t empty. “Brother, you actually brought books home?!”

Suddenly remembering this must be the system’s doing, Si Lin angrily thought: Damn system, actually forcing brother to study at home! One day, I’ll tear you to pieces!

In Si Qi’s consciousness space, the black-tech system sneezed: [Achoo—!]

Rubbing its pitch-black nose, the system muttered: [Who’s cursing me?]

Xiu Xiu was dumbfounded: [You’re just a bunch of data, and you can sneeze??? Did you get a virus?!]

System: […]

Si Qi said: “The teacher said I should give the geography review tomorrow, so I brought a book to look over.”

Si Lin’s heart ached: “How could that teacher make brother substitute for him? Brother, don’t overwork yourself.”

Si Qi waved: “It’s fine. Last time when I didn’t have money for lunch, it was the homeroom teacher who lent me money. This is nothing.”

Si Lin searched his memories and realized he couldn’t recall such a thing. His brother must have kept it from him so he wouldn’t worry. His heart felt sour.

“Brother, now that I can make money, I won’t ever let you go without again.”

Si Qi grinned: “Great, then I’ll just wait for Xiao Lin to support me.”

Xiu Xiu stifled a laugh: [If the Lord God finds out, he’ll definitely get jealous.]

How unfair—his job of looking after Si Qi had been stolen.

Si Qi joked: [What’s jealousy? Once there’s a kid in the family, the husband’s just like a free gift from topping up a phone card.]

Xiu Xiu burst out laughing: [That’s way too accurate!]