[{"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-338":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},1298002,1723,"Chapter 338: A heart full of love, a play that transcends all else","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-338",338,"\u003Cp>Chapter 338: A heart full of love, a play that transcends all else\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The push notification's text was extremely concise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single photo, freezing Jiang Ci's lonely figure at the end of the red carpet as he turned back to bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of accompanying text, twelve characters, each one carrying immense weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A heart filled with great love, the play is greater than heaven. Cultural and artistic workers should be like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar that had rushed to Lin Wan's lips froze solid in her throat the instant she clearly saw that line of text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flush of blood on her face, reddened from agitation and anger, rapidly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci leaned against the wall, using the phone Sun Zhou handed over to finish reading that push notification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he lifted his head and asked his boss seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister Wan, for the celebration banquet family bucket, can you add an extra pair of wings for me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This single sentence violently yanked Lin Wan back to reality from the shockwave of the official media's authoritative tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Jiang Ci's excessively pale face from exhaustion, looked at his appearance of still thinking about chicken wings,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>half of the fire in her chest, that mix of heartache and the urge to punch someone, dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other half transformed into a torrential flood of protective instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her phone had been vibrating incessantly since earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan pulled out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, and directly hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as the call ended, another number immediately jumped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was those capital forces that had once avoided Jiang Ci like the plague, even secretly participated in suppressing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan answered with a cold face, putting it on speakerphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Lin! Congratulations, congratulations! I always knew that kid Jiang Ci was a dragon among men!\" The voice on the other end was greasy and enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our company's latest S-Class fantasy drama, the male lead is tailor-made for Jiang Ci, name your price for the salary!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan's face remained expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not taking it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? Director Lin, the price is negotiable...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said, he's not taking it.\" Lin Wan's voice was cold as ice. \"Don't you understand human speech?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She directly hung up, didn't even look at the next incoming call, and switched her phone to airplane mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun Zhou, issue an announcement.\" Lin Wan's instructions were clear and forceful. \"Just say what Jiang Ci needs now is rest, not money-grabbing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Sister Wan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after doing all this did Lin Wan truly let out a sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Jiang Ci, who was still slumped on the floor, studying how many layers of gold plating were on the trophy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and finally couldn't hold back, cursing out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You brat, you really want to make yourself into a nationally protected first-class animal, don't you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, on the internet, two hashtags, boosted by that official media Weibo post, completely exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>#JiangCi LivesInTheSunlight#\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>#JiangCi ReturnsTheTrophyToTheRole#\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weibo's servers, for the second time in a month because of the same person, turned into a 404.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Programmers were dragged out in the middle of the night, fixing the crashed backend while silently giving Jiang Ci a \"like\" in their code comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, back at the apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at the system panel, at the heartbreak value balance that had skyrocketed due to the Golden Rooster Awards battle, yet his heart was unusually calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Current Heartbreak Value Balance: 25,755 points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Remaining Lifespan: 16 years, 9 months, and 18 days]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a huge amount of time to think about some questions he hadn't had time to consider before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, what exactly is acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled that worn, dog-eared 'Icebreaker' script from the bookshelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ran his fingers over the passages marked with red pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, he acted to complete tasks, a machine producing \"Bad Ending Aesthetics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tragedy was a formula, tears were numerical values.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from Shen Qingyuan to Jiang He, something had become different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to enjoy that pain of shattering himself and then reshaping into another person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying alive was just one reason he had to perform tragedies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how to perform, what to perform it into, was his own choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to master tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the destined tragedy, perform vitality, perform emotions more intense than a Happy Ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Jiang Ci's thoughts wandered far away, his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Zhang's name flashed on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci answered the call, and the other side got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci, 'Longing Across Time' is having its premiere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The location is right in the capital, I saved a seat for you.\" Zhang Mouyi paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However, for this premiere, I didn't invite any media.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I invited all those notoriously sharp-tongued, picky critics from the industry, and a few 'black fan' representatives who write ten-thousand-word essays online criticizing you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man leisurely tossed out his trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dare to come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was quiet for a few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood belonging to an \"acting fanatic\" grew hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Zhang,\" he spoke, \"If you're not afraid, what am I afraid of?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the phone, Zhang Mouyi gave a satisfied \"Mhm\" and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day of the New Year's Day premiere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top stylist Tony was once again invited by Lin Wan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged three large suitcases, prepared seven or eight sets of haute couture outfits,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ready to transform Jiang Ci into a banished immortal who had just weathered a tribulation and was returning to the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Jiang Ci took out the simplest white shirt and a pair of jeans from his wardrobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This will do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony looked at that utterly ordinary white shirt, feeling his artistic sensibilities had been insulted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci! This is a premiere! It's your first public appearance after becoming the Golden Rooster Film Emperor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci put on the shirt, fastened the buttons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at himself in the mirror, that face clean, fresh, stripped of all the heaviness of his roles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looking exactly like a college boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This created an extreme contrast with the demonic, powerful, and tragic Ye Chen in the movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the contrast he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony ultimately compromised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he discovered that when Jiang Ci wore that white shirt, the ornate clothing seemed superfluous and laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That innate, bone-deep cleanliness was itself the most top-tier styling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screening Room No. 1 at the Capital Film Art Center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was none of the usual red carpet bustle of a premiere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who could sit in these five hundred seats was famously \"sharp-tongued and hard-hearted\" within the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professional film critics, old pedants from film academies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a few \"black fan leaders\" who consistently gave Jiang Ci one-star ratings on Douban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi was playing a big game this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't invite those marketing accounts that only take red envelopes and write promotional articles; he invited this group of the hardest-to-please \"kings of hell,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just to see if this film could forcefully bend their pens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jiang Ci entered the screening hall, it caused a slight stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people pushed their glasses up their noses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their gazes lingering on his \"Uniqlo street vendor style\" outfit for two seconds before revealing mocking expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Started establishing a 'detached from fame and fortune' persona right after winning an award?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trying too hard, seems contrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci took a seat in the very center of the first row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him was Old Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A famously \"sharp-tongued\" film critic within the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a year ago, it was he who wrote a sprawling five-thousand-word article in his column,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>severely criticizing Jiang Ci's performance in a certain idol drama, titled 'The Ten Sins of Jiang Ci's Wooden-Face Acting.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That article is still pinned in the forum's highlights section, revered as scripture by countless black fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Jiang Ci sat down, Old Zhou leaned over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over Jiang Ci twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Film Emperor Jiang.\" Old Zhou gave a skin-deep smile, pulling at his facial muscles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dressed like this, are you preparing to make a quick escape if the movie turns out too awful to watch later?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An aggressive opening salvo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several critics nearby pricked up their ears, waiting to see how this newly crowned film emperor would respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci turned his head, looking at Old Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace of offended anger in those eyes, instead they held a kind of... compassion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou felt a chill from that look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into the pocket of his jeans, fumbled around for a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Old Zhou's wary gaze, he pulled out an unopened pack of tissues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green packaging, the ubiquitous \"Breeze\" brand from convenience stores, two yuan a pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci slapped that pack of tissues onto the armrest between them with a *thwack*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take it.\" Jiang Ci spoke, his tone flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou was stunned for a moment, staring at the tissue pack, feeling it was an insulting weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean?\" Old Zhou frowned, his tone unfriendly. \"Bribing me? With a pack of tissues?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's an investment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci withdrew his hand, leaned back into the seat, adjusting to the most comfortable position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his face towards Old Zhou, who was full of astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Currently, tissue packs on the market cost two yuan each.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the lights come on later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci pointed to the large silver screen behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then pointed at Old Zhou's eyes, \"This thing in your hands could be hyped up to two hundred.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou laughed in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been in this circle for twenty years, what kind of actor hadn't he seen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogant ones were common, but one as arrogantly fresh and refined, with a touch of charlatan flair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was the only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci.\" Old Zhou closed his notebook, sneering,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think winning a Golden Rooster Award means everyone will fawn over you? This kind of tragic marketing tactic doesn't work on me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering his harsh words, Old Zhou directly pushed the tissue pack back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tissues slid to the edge of the armrest, teetering precariously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't reach for it, just shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1725,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","0c7610f7033e475641419aa90ff7be0b43236f4ddc0b1716ebc172b0048898c5","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-339","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-337",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]