Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (12): 

Si Qi was a very meticulous person.

So, when filming the cosmic scene, he thought it over and decided to launch a space probe to capture the actual distribution of planets in this world.

When the little black figure saw Si Qi pull out from the World Tree’s leaf a miniature, portable probe that didn’t even exist in his knowledge base, he was completely resigned.

[Who exactly are you… Why would you appear on such a backward planet…]

Si Qi glanced at it with a half-smile but said nothing. Of course, Xiu Xiu wouldn’t explain either, only busily carrying out the task Si Qi had given him, happily absorbed in the work.

Thanks to summer vacation, Si Qi had plenty of time under his own control.

Whether it was open casting calls to find suitable roles, or contacting venues to organize his own crew, he was no longer restricted to City B like before—he could travel anywhere across Huaguo.

That day, Si Qi returned home with a suitcase, only to notice a pair of polished, elegant leather shoes at the door. Curious, he looked toward the living room.

He saw his younger brother, unusually serious, staring intently at the man opposite him. Even his usual cold expression was restrained, replaced with a look of full alertness.

The man sitting across from his brother revealed only part of his body. He was tall, at least 1.85 meters, dressed in a dark blue suit, with neatly styled hair.

The figure looked strangely familiar. Si Qi instinctively set down his suitcase, walked inside, and asked, “Xiao Lin? Do we have a guest at home?”

At his words, Si Lin’s expression darkened. The man opposite him stiffened slightly, then turned around, his gaze locking onto the boy walking toward him step by step.

Si Qi was momentarily startled. He instinctively wanted to smile and naturally said, “Hello, hello, I’m Si Qi. What’s your name?”

He subconsciously thought Chu Feng would introduce himself, tell him his name was Chu Feng, and then the two of them would quickly become friends as they had in so many worlds before…

But instead, Chu Feng stood up, calmly shook his hand, and said politely, “Hello, Mr. Si. Please just call me Lawrence.”

Si Qi froze, glanced at Chu Feng’s face, then looked at Si Lin—last week, Si Lin had told him to be careful of a man named Lawrence.

Why be careful?

And why had Chu Feng suddenly changed his name?

Si Qi frowned slightly. Under Si Lin’s relieved gaze, he offered a polite greeting but did not act overly familiar as he usually would with new friends. Instead, he turned and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, thinking things over.

Xiu Xiu quickly gathered information about this world’s Chu Feng and presented it to Si Qi.

Si Qi skimmed through, then sighed in relief: [As long as I didn’t mistake him for someone else.]

Although Chu Feng publicly went by Lawrence, his ancestral roots were in Huaguo, and his parents had given him the Chinese name Chu Feng.

But apart from his family, no one knew this name, nor did anyone have the right to casually call him that—hence the earlier misunderstanding.

Hmm? Wait.

Si Qi scrolled further up the file, glanced at Chu Feng’s identity in this world, and was shocked: [Why would he suddenly come here?]

Even if AR glasses were the future trend, this level of business wasn’t enough to make someone of Chu Feng’s status personally come in person.

Xiu Xiu also wasn’t sure. Searching the web and reviewing Chu Feng’s movements over the past few months, he discovered that the day after AR glasses went viral, the Lord God obtained Si Qi’s detailed information from his subordinates.

The evaluation data of the glasses, which should have been a priority, was set aside. Instead, Chu Feng repeatedly looked at Si Qi’s photos, over and over again, even downloading them onto his phone.

After that, Chu Feng specifically called his subordinates, instructing them to collaborate with Si Qi and to discreetly treat the two brothers with extra care…

Xiu Xiu covered his mouth and secretly laughed as he relayed this to Si Qi.

Si Qi was torn between laughter and tears.

So, Chu Feng had fallen for him at first sight again?

Judging from Chu Feng’s serious demeanor earlier, if not for Xiu Xiu helping him investigate, he wouldn’t have realized that Chu Feng was secretly pursuing him, even traveling thousands of miles just to meet him at his home…

Chu Feng thought Si Qi and Si Lin didn’t know his true identity or his purpose in coming. But in reality, both brothers had seen through his little scheme.

Only, Si Qi understood that Chu Feng wanted to pursue him, while Si Lin was certain that Chu Feng harbored ulterior motives. Otherwise, with Chu Feng’s status, why would he suggest coming to their home? There had to be massive benefits at stake!

Watching Chu Feng’s gaze fix on Si Qi from the moment he appeared, never wavering, Si Lin clenched his fists tightly, his teeth biting down so hard blood seeped out, as he said coldly, “Mr. Lawrence, the contract is already signed. You may leave now.”

Chu Feng moved his gaze from the kitchen door, glanced at the boy who, for some reason, harbored strong hostility toward him, and smiled falsely: “To celebrate our cooperation, please allow me to invite you and your brother to dinner.”

Si Lin instinctively refused: “That won’t be necessary!”

Chu Feng continued with his forced smile: “You don’t need to resist me so much…”

After all, you can’t resist anyway, can you.

Si Lin caught Chu Feng’s implied meaning, his heart growing colder. He glared fiercely at Chu Feng and said through gritted teeth, “If you have anything to deal with, come at me. Don’t disturb my brother!”

Chu Feng was surprised by the boy’s sharp perception, but when he thought of the other youth’s pull on him, he looked disdainfully at this “self-sacrificing” little one and smiled: “Whether it’s disturbing or not, that depends on the person himself.”

In other words, whatever Si Lin said or thought didn’t matter. What mattered was what Chu Feng wanted to do, and Si Qi’s opinion.

Si Lin clenched his fists, wishing he could punch this bastard in the face and grab him by the collar, telling him to stay away from his brother!

But thinking of the massive force behind him, and of his and his brother’s current situation, even calling it a mantis trying to stop a cart would be flattering. He had no confidence to fully tear things apart with Chu Feng right now.

He fumed, wracking his brain for a way to help his brother escape this man’s grasp, so he wouldn’t be dragged off to become a research tool with no freedom or dreams…

Si Qi came out carrying a few drinks, set them on the coffee table, and said to Chu Feng: “Do you like orange juice?”

Chu Feng, hiding his affection for Si Qi completely, replied with refined elegance and a polite smile: “Of course, I’m not that particular.”

Tch!

Having known Chu Feng for decades in his past life, Si Lin had never seen a more troublesome person!

When it came to food or drink, Chu Feng always demanded the best in the world. The slightest dissatisfaction would make him drop his expression into a cold mask. After all, nothing in the world could force him to compromise—everything and everyone had to bow to him. He could indulge in all the world’s luxuries as he pleased.

When had Si Lin ever seen Chu Feng act so polite and considerate to anyone else!

To say Chu Feng had no ulterior motives toward his brother—Si Lin would never believe it!

Si Qi sensed his brother’s hostility toward Chu Feng and felt a little helpless.

But he couldn’t figure out why his brother disliked Chu Feng. Maybe they had some grudge in their past lives?

So he pretended not to know anything and maintained normal social interactions with Chu Feng, for once refraining from teasing him the moment they met.

Hmm… but even if he didn’t take the initiative, Chu Feng definitely wouldn’t sit still and do nothing.

Sure enough, soon Si Qi heard Chu Feng’s invitation: “I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you to dinner?”

Si Qi: “…”

Si Qi couldn’t help but complain: “Do you always talk in this tone? It sounds so…”

So awkward!

It was just like the tone of medieval nobles in foreign films—so strange!

No normal person would talk like that!

“Pfft—” Si Lin burst out laughing.

Realizing that it wasn’t appropriate, Si Lin quickly covered his mouth to hide it. But then he thought about how that willful emperor had actually lowered himself to try to please someone, only to be exposed so bluntly… it was just, it was just…

Hahahahahahaha, so damn funny!!!

The boy turned sideways, covering his mouth as his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. Chu Feng’s expression shifted slightly, a little discouraged, but he quickly composed himself again, smiling at Si Qi as he said: “I’m sorry, maybe it’s because I’ve never done this kind of thing before, so I’m a little inexperienced… I made you laugh.”

Inexperienced? More like, this young master probably never did anything like this since the day he was born!

He must have wanted to please Si Qi, but couldn’t quite adapt, so he instinctively searched his memory for something relevant—only to pull out some random movie line and clumsily imitate it…

Si Qi couldn’t help laughing: “What do you mean I’d laugh at you? How could I possibly laugh at you!”

In fact, he thought Chu Feng’s clumsy attempt to please the person he liked was rather cute.

Under Si Lin’s uneasy gaze, he once again, like always, easily warmed up to Chu Feng and said: “It’s just a meal, what’s the big deal! Come on, come on, where do you want to eat? I know a restaurant nearby with amazing hotpot lamb!”

Si Lin rubbed his forehead helplessly. Great, his brother’s habit of treating everyone like a friend was acting up again!

Seeing this, Chu Feng was delighted, nodded with reserved elegance: “Then let’s do as you suggest…”

Si Qi waved openly, signaling him to follow, and Chu Feng immediately did.

Si Lin gritted his teeth, and without a word hurried after them, deliberately squeezing himself between his brother and Chu Feng, afraid that his “pure as a little white rabbit” brother would be tricked by a scheming capitalist and end up as a pitiful laborer.

Si Qi noticed his brother’s actions and chuckled helplessly. Chu Feng, however, frowned slightly and gave Si Lin a warning glance. He recalled the information his assistant had compiled—those two brothers had lost their parents early and shared a deep bond. Trying to separate them or drive a wedge between them would not be easy…

Eh, it seemed that if he wanted to get close to Si Qi and win his favor, he’d have to deal with this little brother first.

…

It was Chu Feng’s first time stepping into a small hotpot restaurant on the edge of a neighborhood.

Honestly, under normal circumstances, if someone dared to invite him to a place like this, they’d never see him again.

But now…

Si Qi, standing inside, looked at Chu Feng curiously.

By the time Chu Feng came back to his senses, he had already walked into the tiny shop that wasn’t more than forty square meters at most.

…Fine. Once inside, he realized it wasn’t really a big deal.

Si Qi asked casually: “What do you feel like eating?”

Chu Feng: “I can eat anything. Do you have any recommendations?”

“…” Si Lin stared at the scene, growing even more worried that Chu Feng’s schemes weren’t small. He was terrified that if his brother said or did something wrong, this calculating man would bear a grudge. His face twisted up with concern.

Si Qi, amused, asked: “Xiao Lin, do you not like hotpot? Why that expression?”

It’s not that I dislike hotpot, I dislike the person eating hotpot with us!

Si Lin glanced at Chu Feng, then suddenly remembered—this guy, who lived abroad, probably had no idea about the terrifying power of their Huaguo spicy hotpot! He said viciously: “Brother, we must properly treat Mr. Lawrence today and let him taste our specialties! Waiter, bring us a spicy hotpot, extra spicy!” While speaking, he switched to the local dialect, hinting, “We’re locals here, don’t be polite with us, pile on the chilies!”

The waiter, oblivious to Si Lin’s scheming, heard the accent and quickly replied in the same dialect, “Got it~,” jotted down Si Qi’s dishes, and left with the menu.

Chu Feng: “…” Something didn’t feel quite right.

When the bubbling hotpot arrived, its aroma alone making scalps tingle, Chu Feng almost jumped from his seat!

Si Lin secretly snickered: Heh, can’t eat it, can you? Don’t want it anymore, right? Then hurry up and leave!!

But no matter how long he waited, Chu Feng didn’t leave, even though his face turned pale. Confused, Si Lin glanced at the young master, thinking: This isn’t right. In the past life, even after seeing my abilities, Chu Feng was never this “persistent.” So why the huge change this time?

Could it be that in his last life, his repeated rejections made Chu Feng lose all interest in “stooping low”?

Si Lin glared, unsettled, watching Chu Feng clumsily use chopsticks, imitating Si Qi mixing sauces, blanch tripe. His eyes clearly filled with dread, yet when Si Qi invited him, he still ate a piece of duck intestine… and even forced out a compliment: “Delicious.”

The more Si Lin watched, the more confused he became.

…Was Lawrence like this in his past life?

Had his memory gone wrong???

No way…

Chu Feng kept eating while desperately gulping down cold water. Each bite made his lips red and swollen like they’d been scalded, his eyes watering from the spice, all elegance gone.

Si Lin felt both smug and puzzled. Si Qi, on the other hand, had no such complicated thoughts. He burst out laughing at his lover’s appearance, took Chu Feng’s empty glass, refilled it, and handed it to him. Chu Feng cradled it carefully, as if unwilling to even drink from it.

Si Qi: “If you can’t eat spicy food, you should’ve said earlier. We could’ve just ordered a split pot.”

But Chu Feng shook his head: “No, I want to eat the same as you.”

He wanted to know what Si Qi liked to eat, wanted to be closer to him.

Si Qi was already used to Chu Feng’s way of showing closeness, so he didn’t think much of it.

But Si Lin, sitting nearby, dropped his chopsticks with a “clatter,” staring at Chu Feng in shock. Once he realized Chu Feng’s hidden meaning, he instantly exploded in rage!!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

This damned man wasn’t after his brother’s genius brain—he was after his brother himself?!

No matter what, Si Lin couldn’t tolerate it!!!

Before, he could force himself to endure for the sake of their power imbalance. But now, his patience snapped. He slapped his chopsticks onto the table, ready to grab Chu Feng by the collar and demand, “What exactly are your intentions!”

But just as the chopsticks clattered, Chu Feng’s cold gaze and his brother’s startled eyes turned to him. The former held no sway, but the latter…

Si Lin suddenly realized—this wasn’t something his brother should hear. Just saying it in front of him would sully his ears and upset him!!

So he forced himself to endure, squeezed out a smile, and said: “N-no, it’s nothing, brother. I just suddenly remembered something…”

Then he shot Chu Feng a vicious glare and added: “Brother, you must be tired from going out. After dinner, let’s head home early to rest.”

Si Qi nodded agreeably: “Alright.”

Chu Feng glanced at Si Lin but did nothing in front of Si Qi. He didn’t even say anything sharp, afraid that Si Qi might dislike him. Instead, he dabbed his lips with a napkin, still stinging from the spice, and asked Si Qi: “I wonder what Mr. Si has been busy with lately?”

Si Qi’s expression turned odd: “Mr. Si?”

Chu Feng: “…”

Did he call the wrong thing?

Si Qi waved his hand, still holding his chopsticks.

This should have been considered extremely improper, enough to make the usually strict Chu Feng frown deeply, yet at this moment, he inexplicably found himself liking it.

Si Qi said, “Just call me Si Qi—aren’t you older than me? Don’t you think it’s awkward otherwise?”

Chu Feng was of course more than willing. He liked the feeling of addressing each other directly by name, as it made their relationship seem much closer… With a gentle look, he said to Si Qi, “Si Qi.”

“Mm.”

Sitting to the side, Si Lin watched Chu Feng’s expression and grew so angry that he jabbed his chopsticks into the tofu in his bowl, imagining it as Chu Feng’s hateful face and stabbing it to pieces.

Si Qi said, “I haven’t been that busy. You know, I’m a director.”

Chu Feng didn’t react with surprise like most others would, nor did he joke about it, but instead said with deep understanding, “Yes, I know. You’re very talented at filmmaking. One day you’ll definitely become a world-renowned director.”

And even if he wouldn’t, Chu Feng would make sure that he did.

If he couldn’t even ensure that much, then the Shifeng Corporation truly had no reason to exist, nor any right to call itself number one in the world.

Si Qi loved how Chu Feng supported him unconditionally at all times. Under Si Lin’s despairing gaze, he happily broke into a smile, patted Chu Feng’s shoulder, and said, “You really know how to talk!”

Chu Feng’s ears turned slightly red—this time it was definitely not because the hotpot was too spicy. He asked Si Qi, “I wonder, what is the theme of the film you’re making now? Have you run into any difficulties? Do you need any help?”

Si Qi didn’t hide anything and answered directly, “It’s a sci-fi film, about interstellar war. Difficulties… well, there are some. Mainly casting—it’s been troublesome.”

The characters in his memory had left such a deep impression on him that, when he looked at actors living in this peaceful modern society, he simply couldn’t find any connection between the two. But he also didn’t want to compromise, so even after a long time he still hadn’t found suitable roles.

A little dejected, Si Qi said, “I’ve decided I’ll just play the protagonist myself.” That counted as playing himself, after all! “The harder part is finding someone for the protagonist’s rival—a young nobleman, proud and aloof…” Halfway through speaking, Si Qi suddenly realized—wasn’t that very rival sitting right in front of him?

Although back then Chu Feng had concealed his identity, avoiding using the same face and name in every world, that physique, along with his unshakable devotion to protecting Si Qi, were unmistakably Chu Feng’s!

Si Qi suddenly fixed his gaze on Chu Feng without blinking. Chu Feng felt tense inside, but his face betrayed nothing as he smiled and asked, “What is it?”

Si Qi came back to himself and smiled. “Nothing, I just suddenly thought this role resembles you a lot.”

Chu Feng: “…You think I’m proud?”

He had worked so hard to hide it!

Si Qi laughed and waved his hand. “Haha, I meant your noble air. And besides…”

He looked closely at Chu Feng. “Aren’t you proud?”

The files clearly spelled it out—just how nasty this world’s Chu Feng’s personality really was.

“…” Looking into Si Qi’s pure black eyes, Chu Feng found himself unable to muster even the slightest rebuttal or anger.

With a complicated feeling, he admitted, “A little.”

Alright, it seemed he truly had fallen completely into this man’s hands.

Before coming here, he hadn’t thought he would ever feel this powerless to resist.

It was just like how not long ago, he couldn’t even imagine falling in love, experiencing love at first sight with someone in a photograph, and even going so far as to travel to a foreign neighborhood and wait at that person’s home just to see him return.

Sitting to the side, Si Lin expressionlessly gnawed at his tofu with fury, biting it to shreds.

Inwardly, he made a silent vow—once this meal was over, he would find a master to train him in martial arts and build unshakable skills. If this bastard dared lay a hand on his brother, he’d charge in and beat him until he cried for his father and mother, leaving him regretting it for life!

Si Qi had no idea his younger brother had made such an “extraordinary vow”—that as the son of the world, he was determined to swear himself to fighting the Lord God for the sake of his brother.

If Si Qi had known, he would have clapped in amazement and said that dreams were important—you never know, maybe in a few thousand, tens of thousands of years, it might actually happen! (laughs)

Chu Feng had just finished what was, to him, the most unforgettable meal of his life. His lips, clearly swollen and red, told Si Qi, “I’d be very willing to take on the role of the young noble’s closest companion. If you don’t find someone more suitable, could I play him?”

Si Qi agreed without a moment’s hesitation. “No problem! Honestly, I don’t think anyone but you could capture ‘his’ presence so well!”

After all, the man was literally Chu Feng himself!

Si Lin forced a smile. “Brother, Mr. Lawrence is so busy, where would he find time to help you film? Better not trouble him.”

But facing Si Qi’s questioning gaze, Chu Feng shook his head firmly. “I’m not busy at all. Once I sign this contract, I’ll have no more work.”

Bullshit! Like hell you won’t have work! Anyone in the world could lose their job, but not you! If you were unemployed, millions of people would be laid off along with you! @&……*￥%#！%￥ Stay the hell away from my brother!

Inside Si Lin, it was like meteors striking planets, volcanoes erupting, tsunamis surging endlessly. Yet all those violent emotions were no match for one sentence from his brother: “Really? That’s great! I really hope you can play this role. You know, the moment I saw you, I thought of him—this role was born for you!”

Si Lin: “…”

Si Lin: “…”

In the end, Si Lin, utterly without ground to stand on, said to Chu Feng, “Then I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Lawrence. I’m sure you’ll be able to bring this character to life. After all, this is my brother’s film! It’s destined to be world-famous and live on for millennia as a classic!”

Being in this film should be considered your honor!