[{"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-229":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},1297843,1723,"Chapter 229: \"I sharpened this knife.\"","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-229",229,"\u003Cp>The next morning, everyone gathered in the courtyard, eating a simple breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their last day at the Mushroom House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jiongjiong put down his chopsticks, cleared his throat, and drew everyone's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, before we leave, we have one final task.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave a parting gift for the Mushroom House.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The form is not limited; it can be an object, a sentence, or something else. As long as it represents the mark of your journey here, that's enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A parting gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as this task was announced, the atmosphere instantly became somewhat sentimental and solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently returned to her room and came out holding a sketchbook and a box of drawing pens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't choose to sit in the lively center of the courtyard. Instead, she walked to the corner where she could see the distant mountains and sat down quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head, the drawing pen making a soft rustling sound on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't draw the magnificent landscape here, nor a panoramic view of the Mushroom House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera quietly zoomed in, giving her drawing paper a close-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the silhouette of a man. He was bending over, holding a small hoe, skillfully digging for something in the bamboo grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was exactly how Jiang Ci looked when digging for bamboo shoots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly flipped the page and continued drawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second scene was from that absurd night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man holding a ridiculously shaped water gun, his face serious as he aimed it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure squatting in front of the stove, quietly watching the flickering flames in the firebox. The firelight illuminated his profile. That focus seemed isolated from the world, yet incredibly peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three sketches, three moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every scene, it was Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet comments in the live stream went crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't a drawing of Jiang Ci; it's Jiang Ci through Su Qingying's eyes! I'm dying from this sweetness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This damn earthly, homely vibe!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the last stroke, Su Qingying closed the sketchbook and carefully wrote four characters on the cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Earthly, Homely World.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Luo Yu also took out his gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that notebook he always carried with him, already densely filled with notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no extra words. He simply flipped to the title page and picked up a fountain pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen tip glided across the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrote a line of neat characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For Those Who Come After: A Non-Standard Guide on How to Live Scientifically and Efficiently Complete KPIs at the Mushroom House.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing, he placed the notebook solemnly on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, only Jiang Ci remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's gaze, including the audience in the live stream, was all focused on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would this man, who never played by the rules, leave behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing everyone's stares, Jiang Ci only smiled mysteriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My gift is being prepared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying that, he offered no further explanation, turned around, and plunged headfirst into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ding ding dong dong...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hua la la la...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of strange sounds came from the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Yanchang curiously approached the door, wanting to see what was going on, but Jiang Ci closed the door from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's he doing? So mysterious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's not really going to make a farewell feast, is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone discussed animatedly, full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone was starting to wonder if Jiang Ci was going to dismantle the kitchen, the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was holding a clean wooden tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the tray lay a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rusty, old kitchen knife, its blade full of nicks, looking like it was about to be scrapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely the dullest knife in the Mushroom House kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire scene was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The live stream also experienced a brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is his gift? A broken knife?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm starting to doubt my own aesthetic sense. Is this some kind of performance art again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Giving a knife? Is this about severing ties with Teacher Huang?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the guests couldn't understand, Jiang Ci placed the tray in the center of the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up that old knife and slowly turned it over in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, originally covered in nicks and rust, had now been sharpened to an incredibly keen edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the rough wooden handle had been carefully sanded by him, becoming smooth and rounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci solemnly handed this \"renewed\" old knife to Huang Yulei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also attached a small note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yulei took the knife and unfolded the note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one line of text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A good knife is the dignity of the kitchen. — Jiang Ci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yulei looked at the knife in his hand, then at that line of text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply extended a finger and lightly tested the sharp blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tactile sensation was pure practicality, stirring a faint ripple in him, the man in charge of the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his head and looked at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment, he gave Jiang Ci's shoulder a heavy pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good lad!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This gift, I accept it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment of parting finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the members of the Mushroom House came out to see them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the courtyard was no longer the initial politeness and awkwardness of their first meeting, but filled with genuine warmth and reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yulei gave Jiang Ci a firm hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come back often in the future. The position of kitchen second-in-command is reserved for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Teacher Huang. I'm still thinking about your Crab-flavored Dish,\" Jiang Ci replied with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jiongjiong also walked over and patted Su Qingying's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qingying, don't keep yourself so tightly wound up in the future. You look very nice when you smile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying was momentarily stunned, then gently nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mhm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them boarded the car returning to the film crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car slowly started, kicking up a cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the car window were bright sunlight and the continuous stretch of green mountains and clear waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the car had also become exceptionally relaxed due to their time together these past few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yu leaned against the window, watching the scenery speeding past outside, lost in his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Su Qingying actually initiated a conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked towards Jiang Ci, who was resting with his eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you make that sour long beans before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci opened his eyes, somewhat surprised she would ask this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mom pickled them. Why, do you want to learn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mhm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying nodded, her attitude very serious. \"Can you teach me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure. When we get back, I'll ask my mom and then write down the steps for you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the top-tier female star hailed as the \"Ice Queen Best Actress.\" The other was the rising \"King of BE Aesthetics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two people who had tormented audiences to death on the big screen were now, inside an entourage van, earnestly discussing the method for making pickled vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, the entourage van smoothly drove into the filming base for \"Longing Across Time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was completely different from the sun-drenched pastoral scenery of the Mushroom House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, there were only cold equipment and staff hurrying by with serious expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying, who had been enthusiastically discussing the optimal pickling time for sour long beans all the way, gradually fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>",1243,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","15f49f3e4bc65afe547ce2408de7a7533908bd666133f22704ffd4073c073a77","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-230","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-228",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]