Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (20): 

There were also people trying to draw attention to themselves, jumping out and saying that this guy must have been bought off by Si Qi, otherwise how could he dare to spout such outrageous lies—it was disgusting.

But not long after, another big shot in the relevant field suddenly came forward and said: “Eh, I thought after a lifetime of study, even if I encountered something strange, I’d be able to calmly accept it. But in truth, I still underestimated this world, underestimated the young people of the future.”

Netizens: “………………”

Wait, why are all of you talking as if it’s real???

Immediately afterward the second, third, fourth, and even top experts from countries all over the world speaking foreign languages all ran to Si Qi’s Weibo, enthusiastically asking him how exactly to solve certain problems, ecstatically thanking him for his help, and even trying in clumsy Chinese to lure him with promises of many benefits, hoping he would come to their country to “discuss knowledge” with them.

Netizens, stunned by this surreal scene, finally woke up. Realizing something was wrong, their faces flushed, and they couldn’t help but blurt out: “Holy shit!! Scientists all over the world are saying the things filmed in Si Qi’s movie are real, that they can actually be realized!!! Ahhh I’m going crazy!! Aaaahhh!!!!”

The person who had just been grabbed and yelled at stood dumbfounded, taking a while to recover before saying: “What?”

Then they saw their friend jumping around like crazy, immediately posting the news across countless social media accounts, desperate to let the whole world know this unbelievable good news!!!

In less than half an hour, anyone in the world with internet access had heard about it.

—This can’t be real, right?

Everyone who had seen or even just heard about the movie’s content was stunned.

—If only it were true!!

People who learned the news couldn’t help but feel anticipation, hoping that Si Qi, who had brought AR glasses into reality, would once again bring more miracles to the world!

The public intellectuals who had been criticizing Si Qi so fiercely completely shut up. They were utterly dumbfounded, unable to process how they, relying on the logic of “how could sci-fi technology be real,” ended up losing the argument!

It was utterly absurd!

But even if they didn’t admit it, they faintly sensed… this really was true.

China was the first to announce the news.

Thanks to Si Qi, they got hold of the key to victory first—shields and electromagnetic guns—standing firm from the very beginning, ready to handle the current situation with ease.

With the eyes of people from all over the world turning red with envy, Chinese diplomats walked onto the stage with smiles, showcasing the fully analyzed shield and electromagnetic gun. A demonstration video was played, with scenes identical to those in the movie. Every journalist present was short of breath, unable to believe their eyes.

Audiences watching the live broadcast gasped again and again, faces lit with excitement, pointing at the projection: “That’s it, that’s exactly how it was in the movie!” This only made those who hadn’t watched the movie itch with impatience, desperate to rush into the cinema.

But…

Hilariously, there weren’t any tickets to buy.

Those who had already seen the movie went back again, thinking “I can’t believe the things in the movie are actually real.”

Those who hadn’t seen it fought desperately for a chance to watch, eager to experience just how incredible the high-tech was that everyone was raving about.

Experts who normally had no interest in entertainment even booked out entire theaters, replaying the film from morning till night just to better understand the practical use of certain things shown in it.

Even ordinary people, thinking “these things haven’t been invented yet, maybe I can get ahead and strike it rich,” crowded into cinemas, hoping to profit from the knowledge revealed in the film.

The already-popular high-quality movie exploded in popularity again thanks to the news. No matter who they were or why, everyone suddenly had a reason to watch it.

Directors who had films scheduled against Si Qi’s release regretted it so badly they could cry—why had they been so stubborn? Why hadn’t they just avoided his release window?

Now, who would watch their movies? Which theater would even bother to schedule them when audiences were demanding only Si Qi’s film? Cinemas could barely keep up with screenings of Si Qi’s movie!

His film became a worldwide phenomenon in a way no fan had ever expected.

And perhaps until the day this planet invented starships, fought interstellar wars, and reached a civilization level beyond the empires and federations shown in the movie, the screenings of this film would never stop.

By then, its purpose would no longer be study—but remembrance of history.

…

Chu Feng looked at Si Qi, who had stirred the whole world into chaos yet could still calmly find someone to play poker with, and said, half laughing and half crying: “You really have a wide heart.”

Perhaps because he had experienced so many storms in his past life, in this one Si Qi was far more at ease.

At least, in his previous life, such a bright smile would have been impossible to see on his face.

Si Qi said carelessly: “Just a small matter.”

Chu Feng thought back to interstellar wars and those terrifying events they had gone through, and realized that compared to that, today’s situation really was just a small matter.

And compared to that… Si Qi said: “I want to make a new movie.”

Chu Feng asked curiously: “What do you want to film next?”

Si Qi thought for a moment: “I’ve already done futuristic sci-fi, so next I’ll make a xianxia film.”

In the vast universe, countless civilizations existed. Beyond this planet, light-years away, there were also cultivation-based civilizations. When this planet grew strong enough to step into the universe, and the film was spread further out, those cultivation civilizations would see the techniques passed down from another culture—and treat them as treasures.

As for whether people of that time would be shocked that such techniques appeared in a technological civilization…

Well, that wouldn’t be something for Si Qi, long gone from this world, to worry about.

Chu Feng asked doubtfully: “What is xianxia?”

Si Qi: “Xianxia means the characters can ride the clouds and fly, like the immortals in legends—do you want to act in it?”

Chu Feng nodded without hesitation: “I do. What role will I play?”

Si Qi recalled and said thoughtfully: “I think you should be the ‘Lianqing Dao Ancestor’—back then, he was both a teacher and friend to my demonic path character.”

Chu Feng laughed helplessly: “Why do you sound so uncertain about it?”

Si Qi said meaningfully: “Because who you really are… that’s something you need to tell me.”

He patted the stunned Chu Feng on the shoulder: “The script is already written, I’ll send it to you later. You can play whichever role you like—whoever you think you really are.”

Chu Feng felt there was some deeper meaning in his words.

But he soon had no time to think about it.

Discussions about Si Qi filled the world, and many forces were eyeing him, wanting to kidnap him. With the shield, Si Qi didn’t care, but what if the kidnapping harmed innocent bystanders?

It was Spring Festival, after all. Not being able to spend it properly would be a shame. Si Qi’s family all stayed in the base, entertaining themselves. Chu Feng thus had much more contact with him. They played indoor badminton, table tennis, basketball, or online games.

The only trouble was that most of these games needed two players, and Chu Feng had to compete with the ever-watchful Si Lin for the chance to play with Si Qi. He schemed endlessly, while Si Lin, constantly losing to him, was so frustrated he could’ve bitten through countless handkerchiefs.

One day, while passing a military camp, they saw soldiers arm wrestling. Si Qi came back and said he wanted to play too. But then he realized neither of the two would ever go all out against him in such a game, so he added: “Whoever wins can make the loser do one thing.”

Si Lin immediately got excited, looked at Chu Feng, and grinned “sinisterly.”

Chu Feng secretly swallowed, his eyes flickering toward Si Qi.

Si Qi was very satisfied: “Then it’s settled!”

The match order was decided by drawing lots, best of three, points-based. Each person would compete against the other two three times, and whoever scored the most points won.

The first to go was Si Lin. He pointed at Chu Feng: “You—come face me!”

Chu Feng walked forward with a smile, his demeanor as always elegant and poised, but the words he spoke were infuriating: “You’re only in your teens and still growing. My strength is greater than yours, so I’ll let you win a round.”

Si Lin instantly exploded in anger: “I don’t need your pity! Watch me beat you fair and square until you have no choice but to admit defeat!”

Si Qi glanced at his middle-school-aged younger brother, then at Chu Feng, who was already a full-grown adult both in figure and build, and suddenly felt his brother always seemed particularly “dumb” whenever it came to facing Chu Feng.

He watched helplessly as his brother was mercilessly crushed by Chu Feng, who had said “I’ll let you win,” and came down from the stage with a bitter face. Stubbornly, he said: “Brother, failure is only temporary. After I train for a while, I’ll be able to lift him with one hand!”

Si Qi comforted him: “It’s okay. Watch me win it back for you.”

With that, Si Qi walked up to face Chu Feng. The two stared at each other across the table.

Chu Feng smiled and said: “I won’t go easy on you.”

If he wanted the championship and the reward, he had to defeat Si Qi.

Seeing that Chu Feng seemed to mean business, Si Qi set his elbow on the table and said: “Sure. I keep my word—whatever you want me to do afterward, I’ll agree.”

Chu Feng’s eyelashes trembled slightly, though his expression remained composed, his smile steady.

But Si Qi knew Chu Feng’s heart was definitely unsettled. With a mischievous grin, he gestured with his readied hand, signaling him to take hold.

Chu Feng looked at that fair, slender hand belonging to Si Qi and suddenly realized—was this about to be a handshake?

He placed his hand lightly in Si Qi’s palm, his soft, slightly cool fingertips brushing against the back of Si Qi’s hand. His already unsteady heartbeat went completely wild. He wanted to grip tightly, but feared hurting Si Qi, and his mind buzzed noisily.

“Match—start!”

At Si Lin’s shout, Si Qi suddenly squeezed Chu Feng’s hand and with a loud “smack,” pressed it to the table before Chu Feng could even react.

Chu Feng: “…………”

Si Qi grinned wickedly and said deliberately: “Oh? I don’t feel any strength from you at all. Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t hold back? Or is this all the strength you have?”

Chu Feng: “… I won’t be like this next round.”

Si Qi drew out his words: “Really~?”

Standing at the side, Si Lin looked nervously at his brother. From the moment his brother had teased Chu Feng with “I’ll agree to anything,” he had felt something was off. Now, watching him deliberately taunt Chu Feng, his alertness rose to the highest level, panic creeping in.

Could it be that his brother… was interested in that bastard Chu Feng??

“I just wasn’t ready before,” Chu Feng explained.

Si Qi’s smile widened: “Oh, that’s good then.”

The two reset their arms on the table. This time, Chu Feng calmed himself, determined not to be distracted by fleeting emotions. He focused wholly on winning.

Si Lin called, “Ready!” Si Qi looked at Chu Feng and asked: “If you win, what do you want me to do?”

Chu Feng knew this was Si Qi’s trick to distract him, but for the sake of pride—and to show composure in front of the one he cared about—he accepted the ploy. While struggling against Si Qi’s push, he smiled and said: “That’ll be the surprise after the match.”

Si Qi: “Aren’t you curious about what I’ll make you do if I win?”

Chu Feng: “Would you tell me now?”

Si Qi thought aloud: “Hmm… how about I make you and Xiao Lin hold hands for a whole day?”

Both Chu Feng and Si Lin froze in shock. Chu Feng’s determination to win surged—there was no way he’d let such a ridiculous demand come true!

For the first time in his life, Si Lin found himself desperately hoping his brother wouldn’t win: holding hands with Chu Feng? Just imagining it made him want to puke!

Seeing how strongly Chu Feng resisted, Si Qi laughed: “Don’t want that? Then how about holding hands with me for a whole day instead?”

Chu Feng’s heart instantly skipped a beat. He couldn’t help but glance up at Si Qi—only to see the youth’s sly smile as he tightened his grip, slamming Chu Feng’s hand onto the table with a loud bang.

Chu Feng: “…………”

Si Lin: “…………”

Si Lin seriously suspected Chu Feng had thrown the match on purpose!!

Of course, Si Qi was definitely playing around as well…

The third round ended with Si Qi’s exaggerated cry of “Ow, that hurts!” Chu Feng, reacting instinctively, immediately let go, completely lacking any sense of competition. His earlier declaration of “I’ll never hold back” had been nothing but empty words, and Si Lin mocked him mercilessly with a scornful look.

But then, when it was Si Lin’s turn, under his brother’s gaze he couldn’t bring himself to use any real strength either. He was easily defeated again and again, his face turning red as he turned away under Chu Feng’s helpless stare.

Well… in the end, he and Chu Feng were two of a kind.

……

Si Qi really did hold Chu Feng’s hand the whole day under Si Lin’s thunderous glare.

Having already seen through his brother’s feelings, Si Lin was helpless. He couldn’t get angry at Si Qi, so the only outlet for his frustration at “losing his brother” was to vent it on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng, holding hands with ears burning red, couldn’t summon his usual fighting spirit when Si Lin provoked him again and again. More often than not, while Si Lin was talking, he would catch Chu Feng spacing out, lost in thought. This made Si Lin so angry that at dinner he only ate one small bowl.

After dinner the three went to their own rooms to wash up. Chu Feng, now in his pajamas, sat on the sofa reading the script Si Qi had sent him. Since it was his first time learning about the world of xianxia, he found all the settings fascinating. He read straight through for several hours before finally closing the document and going to bed.

And then that night…

He dreamed of himself dressed in white, flying through a misty valley, and encountering a blood-soaked Si Qi on a cliff.

Si Qi’s face was even more alluring and wicked than in his memory. When he opened his eyes and saw Chu Feng, his voice was dripping with malice: “Dao Ancestor, do you want to kill me too?”

In the dream, Chu Feng realized Si Qi was the Demon Lord, yet against all reason he didn’t strike. Instead, under Si Qi’s stunned gaze, he grasped his hand, removed the poisoned needle hidden between his fingers, and pulled him up: “If you truly turn to good from now on, I am willing to give you a chance.”

Si Qi, head of the demonic path, mischievous by nature, saw that Chu Feng didn’t intend to kill him but was even tending his wounds. Without the slightest guilt he said, “Sure, no problem. As long as you save me, I’ll only do good deeds from now on.”

Chu Feng knew he was lying, yet as if bewitched he didn’t expose him. He quietly treated Si Qi’s wounds, bandaged him, cleaned him, and silently endured all of Si Qi’s teasing. But as soon as Si Qi was healed, he attacked without hesitation. After a bout of fighting, unable to defeat Chu Feng, he turned away with a scowl and left.

Chu Feng followed silently. Even when Si Qi mocked and provoked him, he only said, “I’ll watch you, so you can’t commit evil again.”

Si Qi sneered: “Ha, as long as I’m of the demonic path, even breathing counts as evil! If I pass by a hen and she turns up pregnant, they’ll say it’s my fault!”

Chu Feng: “…”

Thus the two traveled together, locked in constant bickering. Along the way, Chu Feng gradually realized that though Si Qi was arrogant and domineering, he never did truly senseless evil. Rather, he used ruthless methods against villains, making them too afraid to cause trouble again.

Still, his reputation was terrible, attracting endless pursuit from cultivators of the immortal realm. But Chu Feng no longer looked at him with prejudice. Instead, when Si Qi was hunted, he would even step forward to defend him.

Si Qi never accepted the debt. Sometimes, when Chu Feng blocked his enemies, Si Qi would deliberately sow discord, publicly claiming that the Dao Ancestor Lianqing had been bewitched by him, the Demon Lord, and had become his bed servant, at his beck and call.

What surprised Si Qi was that the Dao Ancestor, always strict about right and wrong, didn’t refute it. He only gave him a faint glance, and patiently explained to the immortals all the past misunderstandings, clearing Si Qi’s tarnished name.

Together they braved layers of mist and countless hardships, until at last they found the true culprit behind the conflict between immortals and demons, and restored peace to the cultivation world.

In the end, the two paths reconciled, the war on the brink of breaking out subsided, and Si Qi and Chu Feng, as leaders of their realms, became what people called “strange friends.”

Many said the Dao Ancestor Lianqing was actually the Demon Lord’s Dao partner, since the Demon Lord himself once said they shared a bed. They claimed Lianqing sacrificed himself for the peace of the cultivation world.

But those who really knew them understood: the Demon Lord was childish and mischievous, fond of teasing the Dao Ancestor just to see him annoyed, but he never truly committed heinous acts, nor would he seduce someone into bed for ambition’s sake.

On the contrary, it was the Dao Ancestor—outwardly aloof, quiet, uninterested in noise—who would always prepare pastries and a chessboard days in advance when the Demon Lord said he would come by, counting the days until his arrival.

The one truly moved was clearly the Dao Ancestor.

…

Slowly waking from the dream, Chu Feng opened his eyes in confusion once again.

So…

How many “past lives” did he and Si Qi really have?

Could it be he had simply gotten too absorbed in the role, and mistook one script for evidence of such entangled fates?

Last time, he had dreamed of a dungeon scene after seeing the red mark on Si Qi’s collarbone. Now, after holding hands with him, he dreamed of that first meeting between Dao Ancestor and Demon Lord, their hands clasped together. This was really…

With such doubts in mind, the Spring Festival passed, and Si Qi’s crew resumed filming. Looking at Si Qi dressed in the Demon Lord’s robes, looking exactly as he had in the dream, Chu Feng could no longer hold it in.

Having lived abroad before, he had never been exposed in real life to Chinese fantasy xianxia costumes, and certainly couldn’t have imagined them in such perfect detail.

That could not have been just a dream.

Especially when he asked Si Qi what Dao Ancestor Lianqing’s real name was, aside from the title.

Si Qi thought for a moment, looked at him mischievously, and said: “I don’t know, maybe it’s Chu Feng?”

Chu Feng froze. Only his family ever knew this name. Outsiders never knew his real name. “….”

Thinking back to how in his “last two lives” he secretly loved Si Qi but failed to win him, Chu Feng was terrified of repeating the same mistake this time. He asked: “How did you know my name?”

Si Qi grinned: “Guess?”

Chu Feng didn’t want to guess. If he did, he would only suspect there were even more past lives, one after another.

So many lives, and still unable to win him—how tragic was that? Chu Feng said: “Only my family can call me that.”

Si Qi gave a casual “Oh,” not worried at all, and asked in return: “So you’re hinting I shouldn’t call you that anymore?”

Chu Feng took his hand and said: “No, on the contrary, I hope you will call me that.”

Si Qi: “…”

“I’m serious.” Chu Feng looked at him intently, certain that Si Qi did feel something for him: “Be my family, Si Qi.”

“No matter what world we’re in, whether I have all my memories or not, I hope to be with you in every lifetime.”

“So… call my name. You know who I am.”

Si Qi fixed his gaze on Chu Feng’s deep eyes, then grasped his hand in return: “Of course I know who you are, and what your name is.”

He smiled brilliantly, leaned closer to Chu Feng, and whispered into his beloved’s ear on tiptoe: “Chu Feng.”