[{"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-335":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},1297999,1723,"Chapter 335: The 33rd Golden Rooster Awards, Best Actor: Jiang Ci!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-335",335,"\u003Cp>Chapter 335: The 33rd Golden Rooster Awards, Best Actor: Jiang Ci!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host finally regained his professional composure from the shockwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked back to the center of the stage, trying to pull the proceedings back on track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, his voice, after experiencing the extreme sorrow and heroic passion just moments ago, sounded somewhat hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Teacher Zhao Yingfei, and congratulations to her! Next, will be the most exciting moment of the evening!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice strained to rise higher, trying to stir the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The competition for the Best Actor award at this year's Golden Rooster Awards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the entire venue did not become as fervent as he had hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it sank into a deeper, heavier silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present knew what tonight's battle for the Film Emperor title signified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large screen lit up, flashing the faces and clips from the representative works of the five nominees one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a true group of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, when the screen finally settled on the five separate panels,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's attention was focused on only two of those panels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*The Legend of Han and Chu*, Liu Bang, portrayed by Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*The Legend of Han and Chu*, Xiang Yu, portrayed by Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also the veteran Film Emperor Liu Wei, sitting not far from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone knew in their hearts, the real contest was only within *The Legend of Han and Chu* itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it be a new king ascending the throne, or the old general defending the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nomination clips began to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First was Qin Feng's clip on the large screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a battlefield, not a court hall, but a deep night in the ancestral temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng's portrayal of Liu Bang, after pacifying the realm, was already in his twilight years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked alone into the empty ancestral temple, stroking the memorial tablets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not display the majesty of an emperor, nor the joy of a victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only a bone-deep weariness, and suspicion towards everyone, both before and behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the empty throne symbolizing supreme power, slowly extending his hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to jerk it back violently at the very moment before touching it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fear and loneliness of the perilous heights, was portrayed by him with a subtle movement, vividly and incisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The acting was seasoned, gentle and imperceptible like spring rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low murmur of admiration rippled through the venue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was textbook-level performance, the pinnacle forged from technique and life experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen switched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's face occupied the entire screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banks of the Wu River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lines, not even the sound of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera locked onto Xiang Yu's face, smeared with blood and dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river surged, the ferry boat drifted away, taking the last thread of hope with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glimmer of hopeful fire initially burning in those eyes, extinguished inch by inch as the boat's shadow shrank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transforming into boundless despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, right at the edge of that despair, he suddenly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile held no mockery, nor any resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kind of complete, unburdened release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was fate, not a fault of the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From seeking life, to seeking death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere five seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the struggle, weariness, and unyielding pride of a hero, burned to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The venue fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng's performance deserved quiet, careful appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's performance struck directly at the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave you no room to savor or think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply used the most primal despair to seize your throat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging you down into the waters of the Wu River along with it, to feel the suffocating pressure of drowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the back row, Liu Wei silently released his hand from the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at those two names on the screen, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this battle, he didn't even have the qualification to step onto the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng was also looking at Jiang Ci's face on the large screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tumult of emotions churned within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had acted his whole life, relying on study, technique, and life experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could precisely control every inch of his muscles to \"act\" out a character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ci was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This young man had torn himself apart, crushed himself, and offered himself as a sacrifice to the character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of genuine fear actually welled up in Qin Feng's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared this young man might forever sink in those waters of the Wu River, never to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights in the entire venue brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The award presenter, Hou Hsiao-hsien, walked onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a Tang suit, his unyielding pride remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stood still, the atmospheric pressure in the entire venue seemed to drop by several degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't look at the cue card, his sharp gaze sweeping across the venue, finally settling on the first row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Acting, is of two kinds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke, his voice not loud, yet clear in every corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One kind, is acting like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The other kind, is you are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, these two represent the pinnacle of these two schools.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host stepped forward appropriately, raising the microphone, fulfilling the final procedure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, before revealing the result, we'd like to ask the two teachers about their current feelings?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The microphone was first handed to Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the cameras and gazes in the venue focused on this three-time Film Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng took the microphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't say any polite formalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply turned his head, looking at the excessively quiet young man beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the drama,\" Qin Feng began, his voice carrying a trace of hoarseness he himself hadn't noticed, \"I won the realm, forcing you to die by the Wu River.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled slightly, uncontrollably, on the two words \"outside the drama.\" He had to pause, his Adam's Apple bobbing with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...But outside the drama, for that look in your eyes, you drove yourself into a... dead end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As an actor, I envy this level of immersion of yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As a senior, I... ache for this madness of yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire venue erupted in an uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't competition; this was the most profound and lofty respect, from the \"victor\" to a \"madman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fingers Jiang Ci had resting on his knee curled unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first superfluous movement he had made since appearing tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze to look at Qin Feng, and in his eyes, there finally appeared a genuinely human, real astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, that astonishment transformed into the first real, faint smile of the evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dispersing the accumulated alienation of the entire night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty, the realm is yours, but the drama belongs to everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single \"Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spoken without thought, it had already become instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng swayed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life slowly grew moist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This single form of address was heavier than any trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It represented Jiang Ci's complete acknowledgment of the world they had built with their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hou Hsiao-hsien, watching this scene from the stage, nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he opened the envelope that would decide the ownership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire venue held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the card, glanced at it, an understanding expression appearing on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put down the card, gripping the microphone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking into the microphone, he recited the award citation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He doesn't play a hero; he is the hero's end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He made a tragedy from two thousand years ago resonate today, with the soul of each one of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hou Hsiao-hsien's gaze locked onto that figure in the audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The winner of the 33rd Golden Rooster Awards, for Best Actor is—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"*The Legend of Han and Chu*, Xiang Yu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read this name; this was the final answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire venue was silent for a moment, about to erupt in applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Hou Hsiao-hsien raised his hand, pressing down in a gesture for silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared directly in Jiang Ci's direction, correcting himself in a tone that was almost a declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is Jiang Ci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1363,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","8241e6156b178e5199676d1fd703350b48487fffe64456358d3d41d67ed7ed06","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-336","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-334",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]