[{"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-239":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},1297853,1723,"Chapter 239: Can You Score Two Tickets to Three Lives' Tribulation's Premiere?","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-239",239,"\u003Cp>The door was pushed open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stood at the doorway, dragging his suitcase behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtains in the dorm room were drawn, making the light dim. Only the faint standby glow from a computer screen flickered in the gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bed to the left, a figure lay sprawled out, snoring loud enough to shake the mountains and the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Zhao Zhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bed to the right, another, slightly slimmer figure was much quieter, only occasionally emitting the sound of teeth grinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Chen Mo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was pretty much the same as when he had left half a year ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci gently set down his suitcase, not making a single sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently pulled out his phone, his fingers nimbly navigating the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found an audio file he had treasured for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a recording he had secretly made on the film set ofLonging Across Time, capturing a classic, lion-like roar from Director Zhang Mouyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci pushed the volume slider all the way to the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pressed play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut! Again! What is all this garbage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound instantly exploded within the cramped space of barely over ten square meters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen shot up from the bed like a carp leaping out of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes half-open and bleary with sleep, his whole body still in a sleepwalking state,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had already assumed a standard posture for receiving a scolding,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shouting at the empty air at the top of his lungs, \"Director, I was wrong! I'll never steal and eat the prop roast chicken again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mo on the other bed reacted much more calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up almost at the exact same moment the sound played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were slow, his face showing little extra reaction as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, that outstretched hand trembled slightly but incessantly in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen finally came fully awake. He saw the figure standing by the door, holding a phone, shoulders shaking with laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar of grief and indignation, Zhao Zhen lunged from the bed like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're finally back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following closely was Chen Mo. He had put on his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses regained their clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not shouting and yelling like Zhao Zhen, he calmly pushed his glasses up his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Judging by the neural conduction speed of the startle response, your prank was nearly perfect. But from the analysis of potential physical harm, you are currently in grave danger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Ci found his neck locked in the vice-like grip of Zhao Zhen's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them tussled into a laughing, shoving heap, using the most childish way to dissolve the awkwardness of half a year apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they had horsed around enough, Zhao Zhen snatched Jiang Ci's small suitcase, roughly unzipped it, and started rummaging through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge! Where are the Hengdian specialties? Did you bring Jinhua ham? I heard you can eat that stuff raw!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, sprawled on the floor catching his breath, weakly pointed towards the bottom of the suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen disdainfully pushed aside a few T-shirts and pulled out several exquisitely packaged small boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a piece of intricately shaped traditional Chinese pastry, scrutinized it for a long time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally took a small bite, and immediately his brows furrowed into a knot. \"What is this? Tasteless and bland, just a dried-up smell of politeness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, did you buy this stuff by mistake as a gift for the director and brought it back to fool us? It's not even as good as Auntie Wang's savory scallion pancake downstairs with two extra eggs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci ignored him, walked to his wardrobe, and pulled open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off the seemingly low-key jacket he was wearing and casually tossed it over the back of a chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he took out a set of old, faded school uniforms from the wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he pulled on that old T-shirt with the school emblem printed on it, a familiar scent of laundry detergent, carrying a hint of sunshine, enveloped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Jiang Ci who would fight his roommates for instant noodles, who would oversleep, was back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a long sigh, his whole body slumping into his own chair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the nerves that had been taut for months finally relaxing completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen was trying to shove that box of \"tasteless\" pastries into Chen Mo's mouth, yelling \"share the hardship,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Chen Mo pushed his face away with a look of disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at this familiar scene and was just about to open his mouth to tease them when—\"Ding-ling-ling-ling—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harsh and comically tacky DJ ringtone shattered the dorm's tranquility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jiang Ci's phone, thrown on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen and Chen Mo, who had just been lounging in their chairs criticizing the pastries, instantly changed their expressions upon hearing this ringtone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's heart also skipped a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caller ID showed—[Teacher Liu].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Liu Guodong's relentless, life-threatening call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them looked at each other, as if facing a formidable enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Answer it, quick!\" Zhao Zhen urged in a hushed voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci swiped to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could utter a single word, Liu Guodong's roar of exasperation came through the receiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci! Where are you? Are you back at school yet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Liu, I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You what, you! I'm giving you five minutes! If I don't see your figure on the sports field within five minutes, you can wait until next year to collect your graduation certificate with the next class!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.The call was hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them stared at each other stiffly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit! Run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen was the first to react, grabbing his jacket from the bed and dashing out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Mo followed close behind, even forgetting to change out of his slippers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci snatched up his jacket and chased after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them sprinted all the way from their fourth-floor dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dashed along the tree-lined paths of the campus, passing by young faces filled with confusion, their target clear—the sports field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, they could see a dense, dark mass of people gathered in the center of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire graduating class of the acting department was present, all wearing black academic gowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the formation stood a middle-aged man in a white shirt, his face gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Liu Guodong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci and the other two, panting heavily, reached the edge of the sports field, the noisy scene instantly fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes swiveled to focus on them, especially on Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity, surprise, admiration, and a touch of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong's face was as dark as an impending storm. He turned and strode directly towards Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding classmates instinctively made way, everyone's face clearly saying, \"This is going to be good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen and Chen Mo nervously swallowed, preparing to step back and give Jiang Ci enough \"torture space.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In everyone's eyes, Jiang Ci was a dead man today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong walked straight up to Jiang Ci and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No scolding began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked Jiang Ci up and down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he grabbed Jiang Ci by the arm and pulled him aside to a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen and Chen Mo were dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of move was this? Separate interrogation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw Liu Guodong, with his back to the crowd, still wearing that exasperated expression, but opening his mouth with a volume as faint as a mosquito's hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words made Jiang Ci freeze on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you get me two tickets to theThree Lifetimes Tribulationpremiere?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong cleared his throat, the muscles of his serious face twitching slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced furtively at the student formation like a thief, then quickly turned back, his voice dropping even lower, almost to a whisper:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My daughter is your die-hard fan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1344,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","81cbccb6f73cfd55df2879d5552ff7626b7df90d35731933dddff665cdf9e570","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-240","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-238",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]