[{"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-251":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},1297915,1723,"Chapter 251: The Qipao-Clad Woman on the Next-Door Balcony","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-251",251,"\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not answer their questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His obsessive-compulsive tendencies completely erupted when he saw Zhao Zhen's backpack, stuffed to the brim with the zipper nearly bursting open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the backpack, crumpled T-shirts and several resumes were haphazardly tangled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci could not tolerate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step forward and, before Zhao Zhen could react, snatched the backpack away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, what are you doing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen's words were abruptly choked in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched helplessly as Jiang Ci dumped the entire contents of the backpack onto the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, Jiang Ci's hands moved with dizzying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resumes, arranged in alphabetical order by the companies they were submitted to, were secured with a \"click\" from a bulldog clip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charging cables and earphones were perfectly coiled into loops and neatly bundled with small Velcro straps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the half-eaten bag of potato chips Zhao Zhen had stuffed in the deepest corner was resealed by Jiang Ci using a clip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process had not a single superfluous movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci placed everything back into the backpack in layers, based on frequency of use and item weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he zipped it up, the entire backpack took on a crisp, neat, and sturdy shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen and Chen Mo were utterly dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zhen's mouth opened and closed as he stammered out a sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, you... when did you sign up for a crash course in housekeeping?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci threw the backpack back to him, his tone indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A top-tier lurker's luggage is always in a state of combat readiness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is muscle memory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, the three of them arrived at Spark Media.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he casually straightened a pot of devil's ivy that was tilting on the reception desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smoothed out a poster on the bulletin board that had been stuck on crookedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His demeanor didn't resemble that of an artist coming to the company, but more like a Virgo security supervisor here to inspect for safety hazards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing open the door to Lin Wan's office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Lin Wan's desk, files, scripts, and various reports were piled up like a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's gaze swept over the chaotic mess, and that hard-to-suppress urge to organize surged and churned within him once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked towards the desk, he reported on the upcoming schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister Wan, we're heading to Hengdian this afternoon. Assistant Director Wang has already sent over the hotel address for the film crew.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan was buried in a data report and responded with a non-committal \"Hmm\" without looking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the time it took for her to utter that response, Jiang Ci had already reached the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands seemed to have a mind of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand picked up a stack of contracts and arranged them neatly in order of signing date.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand gathered the scattered pens one by one into the pen holder, all pen tips pointing downwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loose script pages were reassembled by page number and secured with a satisfying \"snap\" from a clip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-drunk coffee cup was moved to the corner of the desk, far away from all paper documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were fast yet orderly, carrying a disquieting sense of rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan finally looked up from the report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her desk was visibly regaining order at a rapid pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci, you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan wanted to ask \"What the hell are you doing?\", but the words reached her lips only to be swallowed back in shock at the sight before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a few short minutes, the desk that had been as messy as if looted by bandits became neater than when it was brand new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All documents were categorized by size, color, and importance, arranged like a square formation awaiting inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan stared at Jiang Ci in horror, as if looking at a stranger possessed by an alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you under too much pressure? Have you lost your mind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci precisely placed the last pen into the pen holder and brushed off nonexistent dust from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calmly explained, \"Shen Qingyuan is someone with an absolute desire for control over his environment. Any disorder makes him feel uneasy. I'm just adapting to his habits in advance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan looked at her completely renewed office and swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this fucking an actor's self-cultivation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is practically a housekeeping spirit incarnate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to refocus on the matter at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This trip to Hengdian is a special situation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan's expression turned serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You understand the current public opinion environment outside better than I do. Director Hou is betting on you, and the company is too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This film doesn't just represent you personally; it also represents our stance towards those voices outside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci nodded solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon, the three of them arrived in Hengdian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they stepped off the plane, they felt air completely different from that of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the fallout from that international news, the entire Hengdian Film Studio had fallen into a state of fervent excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several anti-war themed film crews had urgently started production, and the air was tinged with a faint, elusive smell of gunpowder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the airport, Jiang Ci spotted their ride at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the usual commercial entourage van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black, rather vintage-looking old-fashioned sedan sat quietly by the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a grey changshan and a flat cap leaned against the car door, slowly rotating two walnuts in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them emerge, the man stubbed out his cigarette and opened the rear door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immersion started right from the airport pickup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car drove into a hotel that had been entirely booked out by the film crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, holding the room key, led his two \"villainous\" roommates towards his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swipe the card, open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing he did upon entering the room wasn't to put down his luggage and rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, like a real agent, he began inspecting every corner of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first carefully examined the door lock and peephole, then the window latches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were meticulous, almost as if he were using his fingertips to feel the texture of every inch of metal and glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was actually a passive effect brought by the \"Master of Organization and Tidying\" skill—an extreme sensitivity to subtle changes in the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to the bedside, his gaze sweeping over the lamp on the nightstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the seam of the lampshade, there seemed to be a slight, extremely unnatural bulge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci reached out, his fingertip lightly brushing the inside of the lampshade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hard, small object, cool to the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart gave a sudden lurch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A listening device?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the film crew this hardcore? To help them get into character, they're using professional equipment like this directly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adrenaline spiked, a massive sense of crisis from being surveilled enveloping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he used two fingers to pinch the object out from the crevice of the lampshade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding it up to his eyes for a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a white, smoothly designed... single Bluetooth earbud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It still had a bit of dust on it, clearly left behind by the previous guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sinister, ruthless, ready-to-counterattack agent aura he had just been brewing... stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to him, in the shadows of the balcony next door, a woman wearing a dark green velvet cheongsam was silently holding up a phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera lens precisely framed his silhouette, bisected by the light and shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the photo on her phone, the woman's red lips parted slightly, soundlessly forming two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shen Qingyuan...\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1306,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","ce19f1f7996f851cadb1523bfad115741353c351047fddb500c486d5a8717e27","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-252","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-100",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]