VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE: Hi guys, hope everyone’s doing good. Very unfortunately, because of some events happening in my life, I cannot continue translating. BUT, I do have the rest of the chapters of this novel in the first rough translation stage, so I will upload all these chapters if you want to read them. But it will not be a good nor official translation on my side. Thank you for reading until now.

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Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (9): 

Time flew by. By the time the name Si Qi once again forcefully entered everyone’s sight, it was already June of the following year—the college entrance exam.

When the top scorer of Province B was announced, people saw that familiar name that they couldn’t immediately place. Slowly, memories from half a year ago resurfaced.

Once they finally remembered where they had seen the name before, everyone widened their eyes in disbelief and hurried online to search for it, just to confirm that their memory was correct.

Before they even found the old account, they directly saw the keyword #Province B Liberal Arts Top Scorer Si Qi# trending.

Clicking in, they discovered it was indeed that private account that had once popped up before. The latest post read: “[Victory gesture][Victory gesture] Just as expected, got the top scorer spot, hehe~ [smug.jpg]”

The Weibo post had been up for less than two hours, yet the comments had already exploded. Countless netizens rushed to leave messages like “Worship the genius” and “Kneeling to you.” The whole comment section was lively and joyous. Many passersby also liked and reposted, marveling: “Kids these days are really something. Not only are their grades excellent, even their hobbies are outstanding.”

By that evening, more and more people followed the trending topic and arrived at the account. Browsing Si Qi’s past posts, passersby expressed their shock:

“Wait, your grades are this good, don’t tell me you’re actually going to that film academy?”

“You can shoot videos anytime, but running off to be a director when you’re the top scorer? That’s just foolish! Your parents won’t stop you? If my kid got first place and then chose filmmaking, I’d slap him a few times!”

“Child, don’t be blinded by the flashy outside world. Being a director and working with celebrities may look glamorous, but it’s actually degrading! Treasure your talent and contribute to the country.”

“If you really become some movie director, I’m telling you, I’ll boycott every single one of your films! We can’t let this bad trend spread!!”

“Boycott +1!”

“You’re wasting your talent! With that time, couldn’t you study more and read more books instead?”

“I think this kid got too full of himself after winning awards. He’s become arrogant. Tsk tsk, he needs a wake-up call!”

More and more confusing comments flooded into Si Qi’s comment section. Many longtime fans were baffled, and eventually even swayed by this crowd’s arguments, starting to feel maybe Si Qi really was doing something wrong. One by one, they shrank back, unsure how to defend him.

The next morning, Si Lin woke up cheerfully, opened Weibo, and wanted to see more people praising his brother. But as soon as he opened it, a screenful of insults, curses, and vile words appeared, making him explode in anger!!

Furious, Si Lin slammed the table, seething with rage. He turned on the computer, ready to “show his skills” and wage war against those bastards who dared insult his brother for three days and three nights. But just then, Si Qi knocked on the door. Si Lin hastily shut the computer and put on an innocent expression as Si Qi came in, saying: “Xiao Lin, didn’t you say the AR glasses were finished?”

Si Lin quickly nodded. “Yes, yes, they’re done. Just waiting for your program.”

Si Qi smiled. “I just finished writing the program too. Take me to the factory so we can load it into the glasses?”

Seeing Si Qi so cheerful, Si Lin assumed he didn’t know what happened on Weibo last night. Not wanting him to find out, he quickly said: “Okay, I’ll take you! Just wait a minute, brother!”

He kept a close eye on Si Qi, afraid he might pull out his phone and check Weibo, while also calling the driver he’d hired months ago to bring the car around.

Then he pulled Si Qi downstairs eagerly, making Si Qi laugh: “Why are you so impatient today?”

Si Lin feigned innocence. “Am I? I’m just too excited!”

Si Qi nodded knowingly. “Well, you’ve been wanting this for so long. I was a bit slow, taking this much time to get it done.”

Seeing his brother look guilty, Si Lin widened his eyes and said angrily: “How could you say that! You did everything yourself—writing, testing, structuring… all on your own. Finishing in half a year is already incredible!”

He himself had once spent a whole year just to fully understand AR, making the external frame (the glasses) and hiring programmers. Even with over twenty people working together, it still took more than half a year to build the basic framework. Now his brother alone had done the work of dozens—that was already amazing!

Not to mention Si Qi’s main focus had always been film research, and he also had to prepare for the college entrance exam. With his brother so busy, how could Si Lin bear to push him?

Pouting, he said: “I don’t like hearing you say things like that.”

Si Qi laughed, rubbing his head. “Alright, I won’t say it anymore.”

They got into the car and headed to a small private factory on the outskirts.

Since it was only experimental and not meant for mass production, they hadn’t hired extra staff. Nobody knew what extraordinary things were hidden inside that unremarkable little building.

Determined to keep his brother distracted from Weibo, Si Lin was extra enthusiastic. He ran to the equipment and carefully took out the glasses from a dustproof storage box.

It was a pair of plano glasses, without prescription lenses. Later, nearsighted or farsighted users could replace the lenses if needed, though at a higher cost.

The frame was sleek silver-gray, lightweight and futuristic, comfortable even for people unused to glasses.

If users wanted different colors or styles later, that was fine too—as long as the frame’s internal components weren’t damaged.

Having built this once in his past life, Si Lin was still skilled. Under Si Qi’s instructions, he detached the arms of the glasses, revealing the complex inner parts. Then he connected the computer to special equipment and downloaded the program into the glasses’ chip.

Soon, a blue light flickered across the transparent lenses, like a computer boot screen. Lines of code scrolled rapidly, mysterious and mesmerizing.

After the installation, Si Lin eagerly put the glasses on. Almost instantly, the built-in bone-conduction speakers greeted him: “Welcome to use.”

Bone conduction was chosen so that users could still hear their surroundings while wearing them, avoiding accidents.

His brother really thought of everything…

Si Lin sighed in admiration. Looking at the interface—far more beautiful and functional than he’d imagined—he exclaimed: “Brother, I love these glasses! You’re amazing!”

Si Qi grinned. “Your brother’s always been amazing~”

Si Lin nodded enthusiastically.

Then, a thought struck him. He suddenly raised his head: “Brother! Let’s make a short film!!”

Si Qi was puzzled. “A short film?”

Si Lin beamed. “A promotional short film!!!”

…

While Si Qi was tied up by Si Lin filming the short, unable to go online, the debate (and insults) about him only grew fiercer. From “Should a top student stoop so low to be a director?” to “Why do outsiders think they can dictate a child’s life?” to “Do you look down on the film industry, do you think art is inferior?” to “Can the entrance exam really define someone’s life? Which matters more—grades now, or their future impact on society?” The arguments raged on.

At the center of the storm, Si Qi stayed silent. His “playing dead” approach was the complete opposite of his usual lively personality, and many claimed he was afraid, that he’d backed down.

Fans who loved his videos defended his choice to pursue what he loved, but at the same time felt disappointed by his “turtle hiding” behavior, believing he’d let them down.

Passersby, meanwhile, thought his silence was deliberate—that he was just waiting a few months to secretly enroll in the film academy. Every day they flooded his Weibo to curse him, saying if he didn’t change his major, they’d scold him daily until he did.

After a week of this, suddenly, fans following his Weibo got a notification: Si Qi had finally logged in.

They rushed to message him, asking if he was scared, if he’d really change his plans, wanting him to say something.

But instead of a reply, they got a video.

Attached above was the note: “Celebrating my good exam results! Share for a chance to win one of ten pairs of AR glasses~~~”

Everyone: ?????

What the heck?

We’ve been arguing ourselves to death here, and you’re over there acting like nothing’s wrong, doing a giveaway?!

Instantly, the insults escalated. People demanded Si Qi “give them an explanation,” like he owed them millions. Some true passersby, though, were baffled—he was just a kid, happy about being top scorer and holding a giveaway. Why were people acting like he had wronged the entire world?

Honestly, wasn’t it his choice which university he attended? Even parents could only advise, not forcibly change it. What right did strangers have to demand an explanation?

Thinking this, they clicked into his video, watching leisurely.

And instantly, they were captivated.

The video began with white text flashing on a black screen:

“Want to experience the future of high-tech living in 2022?”

“Then follow me!”

The screen lit up, shifting into first-person view: “you” lying in bed. Slowly opening your eyes, you see a quiet bedroom, a soft bed, and sunlight seeping faintly through the curtains.

It was morning.

“You” got up, stretched, and put on the glasses.

The world instantly transformed.

A friendly female voice sounded: “Good morning. It is now 8:10 a.m. The weather is clear, turning to light rain later. Please bring an umbrella this afternoon. Today’s schedule: handle Mr. Zhang’s handover at the company, reply to last night’s emails, and choose a birthday gift for your niece next week.”

As she spoke, floating text appeared midair in front of the user, so realistic it was unbelievable.

But the protagonist treated it as normal. He yawned, washed up, and left for work.

Outside, a holographic warning covered a nearby construction site, cautioning pedestrians. Trash bins, vending machines, and rental bikes lit up with prompts when he passed, showing they could be activated anytime.

At a vending machine, he casually scanned a QR code without stopping, then tapped a floating menu midair to order breakfast for pickup at the bus stop.

When he arrived at the stop, another vending machine had just finished preparing his order. Taking the steaming meal, he saw a light-screen notification: “Bus 68 arriving in 00:03:21.” Eating while waiting, the bus pulled up precisely as the timer hit zero.

He scanned the code to board the bus. A display appeared beside his vision showing the distance and time until the vehicle would arrive at the destination stop. With a wave, he pushed the screen off to the corner, leaving only a small icon to remind him when it was time to get off. He tapped on the video call with his parents, and in an instant, two figures “stood” beside him, as if they had really teleported into his presence.

But everyone knew it wasn’t real. At the bottom of his view were two buttons, red and green—one to turn the camera on or off, the other to hang up the call.

“Mom, how was the hospital check-up yesterday?”

The two elders “standing” beside him smiled and answered, “It went well, don’t worry…”

As they spoke, the camera naturally shifted to their side. They were shopping in a supermarket, with a cart containing several items. In the corner, a running tally of their total and their shopping list was displayed.

They picked up a box of fruit from the shelf. Information popped up showing the price, harvest date, and place of origin. After putting the fruit into the cart, they asked the supermarket’s system: “Where’s the milk?” A glowing cursor, like something out of a video game, appeared on the floor, guiding them toward the milk section.

At the milk shelf, they searched carefully but discovered their favorite skim milk was out of stock. The words “Out of Stock” floated in the air. The elder tapped on it, and two options appeared: “Restock in 06:18:53” and “Deliver to My Home.”

After clicking the delivery option, the total in their cart ticked upward slightly, showing the item had been purchased. The last item on their shopping list was crossed off, and they pushed the cart to checkout.

The so-called checkout wasn’t really a cashier’s counter but simply a space for transferring items into bags. No need to calculate totals or hire cashiers—once customers carried items out of the supermarket, the amount was automatically deducted from their accounts.

While bagging items, they noticed a handsome celebrity nearby holding a product. A few young girls crowded around, happily sneaking glances at him before grabbing the same drink he held and putting it into their cart.

When a fingertip accidentally brushed the star, it passed straight through his “body”—clearly just a virtual projection on the AR glasses.

The elders picked up their bags. With a soft “ding,” a payment notification sounded, and they walked out of the supermarket.

At the same time, their son’s “ding-ding” signal to get off the bus rang. To the rhythm of the transition music, the scene naturally switched to him just stepping off and heading into his company to clock in.

The office was equally lively. Emails “flew” into his view one after another, showing the tasks assigned to him for the day. He sat at his cubicle, plain and ordinary, and clicked “Mode Switch.”

His office view changed: first to a seaside villa with a vast ocean view, then to a bright forest full of birdsong, then to a tranquil, starry cosmos. None of those appealed, so this white-collar worker with a quiet appearance but wild heart switched his office into nightclub mode. Energetic music blasted, he hummed along and tapped his foot to the beat, relaxed, opened his computer, and began his day’s work.

Viewers in front of their screens were stunned. Just as they were about to comment how interesting the video was, the nightclub lights swept across the stage.

A handsome seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy leapt onto center stage, dressed in sparkling dance clothes. He danced casually while holding a microphone and shouted: “Do you like this kind of life?!”

The dancing crowd below roared back in unison: “We like it!!”

The boy threw back his head and laughed, showing rows of white teeth. His dark eyes looked straight into the camera. “If you like it, then join us!”

With a crackle, the white-collar worker took off his glasses, rubbed his tired temples, and suddenly all fell quiet. Only the familiar, ordinary office remained.

Only then did viewers realize everything they had just seen was thanks to the glasses—the video calls, the guidance arrows, even the sound prompts.

The moment he put the glasses back on, the boy who had been on stage leaned mischievously into the camera: “Ten lucky winners will get to try the AR glasses for free! What are you waiting for? Share it now!”

The screen went completely black.

People stared blankly at their monitors for several seconds before jolting awake in disbelief: “What?! Do these glasses really exist?!”

Closing the video, they refreshed their social feeds. A flood of new comments poured in. Earlier chatter about “top scorers in the college entrance exam” had long been buried. Now everyone shouted in shock: “No way!”, “This is insane!”, “It’s like watching a sci-fi movie!” And urgently: “Are these glasses real or are you trolling us?!”

The frenzy in the comment section drew more and more curious netizens. They watched the video one after another, each exclaiming how satisfying it was. Whether or not the giveaway was real, they wanted to share such a fascinating video with their friends.

Gradually, the buzz about “AR glasses” began to overshadow the earlier controversy about “a top scorer becoming a director.” People started seriously asking when such technology could become reality. The creator, Si Qi, reappeared cheerfully: “Everything in the video was filmed live. The main character, the two elders, the celebrity, the fans—those were all my teachers and classmates kindly helping out. As for whether the AR glasses are real, well, you can wait until those ten lucky fans try them and share their feedback~

“And about which university I’m going to, no need to worry about me. I developed these glasses while still in high school. I’m this much of a genius—what difference does the school make? Film Academy is my dream. Whoever tries to stop me from pursuing it, I’ll fight them~~ [Little Dinosaur Roar.jpg]”

The comment section exploded. Thousands of replies poured in like a tidal wave.

“Are these glasses for real?!”

“You’re telling us you invented AR glasses while still in high school? That’s some next-level bragging!”

“This is even crazier than a top scorer casually shooting a short video and winning an international award—oh wait, that’s you? Okay, I’ll shut up.”

“Pick me pick me pick me!! I’m willing to sacrifice my precious time to test the glasses for everyone! (doge)”

“If this really works like in the video, it’s unbelievable…the whole world would be shaken!”

“With these glasses, phones might get phased out. And computers, TVs, even cinemas…”

“Oh my god, switching your office environment with one click? Does that mean home decor could also be changed instantly? Nordic today, fairy tale tomorrow, floral paradise the day after, floating cosmos after that—so dreamy!”

“Crying just thinking about hyper-realistic 3D projections. Imagine watching my idol perform live right in front of me! I’d just break down sobbing!”

As discussion heated up, Si Qi’s video shot to the top of trending lists and was widely shared across platforms.

One expert wrote: “This video made by a top scorer isn’t a new idea—concepts like this have been proposed before.

“You’ve probably heard of VR games, or ‘holographic games,’ which create a fully virtual world through data simulation. But this—AR—is different. It overlays semi-virtual images on reality, existing in a state between real and fake.

“Even so, it’s just as difficult to achieve as VR. Professionals around the world are tackling the challenges: backend programming, hardware-software compatibility, privacy concerns from always-on cameras, ensuring the user’s vision isn’t obstructed—otherwise accidents are inevitable.

“Think about it: if the virtual images were perfectly realistic and a hacker made you believe a cliff was flat ground, one wrong step could be fatal. Or if a giant spider or ghost suddenly ‘appeared’ beside you, the fright alone could cause an accident.

“That’s why current AR research is focused on simpler things—helping people with poor eyesight zoom in or out, playing small games, translating book text. Nothing close to what’s shown in that video.

“In my opinion, the video is just a playful hoax, not reality. After all, no matter how brilliant a top scorer is, there are dozens each year. And AR research has been pursued by countless PhD-level professionals for over a decade with no breakthrough. It’s laughable to think a high school student invented it ‘in his spare time’ during exams. Whether true or not, I’ll leave readers to judge.”

After reading such articles, many netizens who already had doubts expressed disappointment. Those who had criticized Si Qi for “wasting his talent” grew even angrier, accusing him of trying to deceive them with cheap tricks.

Still, despite most people not believing, they couldn’t resist clicking the share button.

After all…

“What if? What if I’m the one who wins?”