[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297676,1723,"Chapter 112: Let’s Name It Wuzhui","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>In the afternoon, the film crew's massive convoy departed from the somber Xianyang Palace and relocated to the \"Wuzhong Market\" at the other end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The set design was nothing short of masterful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The antique street, its bluestone pavement deliberately aged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was flanked by rows upon rows of wooden shops, each hung with various cloth banners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of background actors, clad in coarse linen clothes, bustled along the street. Hawkers' cries and children's playful laughter intertwined,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instantly pulling one back over two thousand years to that vibrant, lively market town of the Jiangnan region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere was completely different from the heavy oppression of the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stepped down from the makeup trailer, already dressed in the attire of the young Xiang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sleek, form-fitting black martial attire outlined his tall, straight figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light makeup diminished his original delicate handsomeness, adding a touch of a young man's rebelliousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Zhao Yingfei was also ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had changed into an elegant, pale blue ruqun dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, with only a small white beaded flower pinned at her temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held a bolt of fabric, freshly \"purchased\" from a \"shop,\" in her arms, standing quietly at the edge of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She resembled a pristine lotus quietly blooming amidst the bustle, pure and refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song sat behind the monitor, watching these two actors who were already in character, and nodded with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was perfectly prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shoot officially began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a corner of the market, outside a stable, a crowd of onlookers had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Xiang Yu stood facing off against a lavishly dressed local tycoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the tycoon, a magnificent horse, jet-black from head to toe, pawed the ground restlessly, occasionally letting out a loud neigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any groom attempting to approach was fiercely driven back by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kid, I'll say it one more time, this horse, I want it!\" The tycoon pointed at Jiang Ci, his attitude overbearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Xiang Yu, couldn't even be bothered to give him an extra reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely turned slightly, his gaze appraising the spirited horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the mutual admiration between a hero and a fine steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... are worthy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Xiang Yu finally spoke, his voice clear and bright, yet carrying an arrogance that brooked no argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tycoon choked, his face flushing red with anger and humiliation. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, \"Get him! Break his legs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several burly, vicious-looking servants lunged forward with sinister grins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dodge. He didn't even look at the men rushing towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely, at the moment they drew near, he casually extended a hand and pushed outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was simple to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, those burly men, whose combined weight exceeded five hundred pounds, screamed as they were sent flying backward, tumbling into a heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped in unison, a wave of shocked inhalation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Xiang Yu had displayed his divine strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid no further mind to the trash wailing on the ground, walking straight towards the still-neighing Black Steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached slowly, prepared to use the most direct method, absolute strength, to subdue this equally unruly beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he gathered all his strength, ready to leap onto the horse's back...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movement stopped, abruptly and without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze passed over the neighing steed, pierced through the noisy crowd, and fixed on a point in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a young woman in blue robes, holding fabric, stood quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if all the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, everyone's hearts leapt into their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here it comes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love at first sight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Song even leaned forward subconsciously, his eyes fixed on Jiang Ci's face in the close-up shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see how this young man, capable of portraying the bearing of gods and demons, would act out the purest stirrings of the human heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's performance began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First stage: The momentary daze after a fleeting glimpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw Zhao Yingfei, his entire body experienced an extremely brief stiffness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the arrogance and disdain on his face vanished within that 0.5 seconds, replaced by utter blankness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that quietly standing figure remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath hitched, a pause so subtle it was almost imperceptible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Wei Song's fist clenched unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's the feeling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't the lustful gaze of a lecher. This was the look of a soul that had never been touched by mortal desires, struck in an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the second stage: Subtle self-doubt and confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that brief daze, Jiang Ci's focal point shifted in an extremely quick motion—downward and back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her eyes, to the tip of her nose, and back to her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process was almost too fast to catch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the close-up lens faithfully captured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying this movement was an almost imperceptible, slight shake of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny gesture of self-negation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, Huang Shengqiu adjusted his glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This treatment was simply a stroke of genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This combination of actions perfectly interpreted a sense of inner conflict—\"What did I see? An illusion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the third stage: The dust settles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his gaze confirmed once more the real existence of that figure...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the previous shock, doubt, and disorientation settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, they transformed into a faint, yet profoundly gentle, smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile didn't appear on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared in the very aura surrounding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Love at first sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly executed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere three or four seconds, flowing like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process of a pure-hearted youth—from being struck by fate, to confirming fate, to accepting fate—was portrayed vividly and thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci's performance was not yet over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He withdrew his gaze, turning back towards the still-neighing spirited horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't use brute force again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mounted the horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing steadily on its back, his body rose and fell with the steed's struggles, his legs firmly pressed against its flanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned down, gently patting and soothing the horse's neck with his hand, emitting low, calming sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was displaying his strength to her in the most primitive, yet also most romantic, way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his control, the unruly, spirited horse's struggles grew smaller and smaller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it miraculously quieted down, merely snorting occasionally, as if responding to his soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As per the script, Xiang Yu reined in the horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't look at the tycoon and his servants, who were now dumbstruck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did he pay attention to the awe and astonishment directed at him by the surrounding crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He urged the horse forward, slowly turning its direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd automatically parted a path for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he rode, directly, through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stopped before the young woman in blue robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the eaves, casting a golden halo over him and her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't utter a single frivolous word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, using his palm to gently stroke the glossy mane of the Black Steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those eyes that had just held both tenderness and dominance, he looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke that earth-shattering line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn't have a name yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world seemed to shrink to just the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with an attitude as if he were offering the whole world to her, he spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You give it one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an invitation that brooked no refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, portraying Yu Ji, finally reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't overwhelmed by his kingly, commanding aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did she show the shyness or fluster of an ordinary girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply raised her head quietly, meeting Jiang Ci's gaze, which felt intense enough to burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face showed no ripple of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it held an unyielding, dignified resilience of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him, then at the magnificent black steed beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, softly, she uttered two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wu Zhui.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1335,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","a09b811bdd675610db0263a7b05f28f183f418e345e074026745f2aaea5f114a","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-113","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-111",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]