[{"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-339":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},1298003,1723,"Chapter 339: A Battle of the Hearts Spanning a Thousand Years","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-339",339,"\u003Cp>Chapter 339: A Battle of the Hearts Spanning a Thousand Years\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of dim light split the screening room into realms of light and shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure took a seat in the empty space to Jiang Ci's left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a sharply tailored black dress, no accessories, her long hair simply tied back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sitting down, her gaze swept over the simple white shirt Jiang Ci wore,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a flash of understanding flickered in the depths of her eyes, then calmly turned towards the screen ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the firewall Jiang Ci had set up for the audience, and for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unadorned Jiang Ci contrasted with Ye Chen on screen, the one stained with the blood of Shangdu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by completely stripping away the persona outside the film could the immersion within it create a more violent sense of rupture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights in the screening room went out completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness enveloped the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the faint light from the large screen outlined Jiang Ci's clean profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou, sitting behind him, glanced at that silhouette and let out a soft snort through his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting on a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dragon logo, no production company information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first image was a face, magnified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Chen before his demonic transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou held his pen, ready to write the comment \"piled-on special effects, opening with flashy technique\" in his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen tip hovered over the page, but couldn't fall for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face held no demonic aura, no sinister charm, nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the bewildered confusion of having been abandoned by the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou's hand holding the pen froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand years ago, beneath the Divine Tree, the half-demon was sealed by his beloved with the Heartstring Arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Ye Chen's figure was swallowed by light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, in the dark screening room, Jiang Ci unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm action formed an eerie synchronization with the tragic sealing on screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill shot up from deep within Old Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inexplicably felt that, rather than Jiang Ci acting as Ye Chen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was more like Ye Chen was one selected from among Jiang Ci's countless tragic personas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movie plot advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li was awakened in the modern era, traveled through time, met Ye Chen, and journeyed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the plot reached the point where A Li, controlled by Chi Jie, tearfully drew the Lingxi Bow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the occasional rustling of paper in the screening room vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying's hands resting on her knees unconsciously tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though this scene had been filmed long ago, that feeling of being controlled against her will was still etched into her muscle memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as her hands tightened, an extremely faint yet rhythmic tapping sound came from the armrest beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap, tap, tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's index finger tapped the armrest with measured force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying's tense body miraculously relaxed, bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi's camera movement showcased his skill at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera was no longer an objective third-person perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became Ye Chen's first-person perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the audience faced that arrow, shimmering with dark energy, drawn taut and aimed at them by their beloved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could clearly see the tears rolling down A Li's face, see her mouth twisted by extreme agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young girl in the back row, probably one of Jiang Ci's \"black fans,\" under this immersive cinematography,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shrank back uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou tried to break free from this emotional manipulation from a professional angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rapidly analyzed the lighting of this scene in his mind: the main light source came from the side-back, outlining A Li's desperate silhouette;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fill light illuminated the cold glint on the arrowhead—a classic emotional guidance lighting setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The composition was standard rule of thirds, placing the visual focus...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's okay, A Li.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line mixed with heartache and tenderness came from the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the professional terms about lighting, composition, and depth of field vanished from Old Zhou's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a dying person's complete acceptance of his fate, and the last, most powerless comfort for his lover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow left the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The theater's top-tier surround sound system didn't emit a shrill whistling sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow pierced through Ye Chen's shoulder, its immense force pinning him firmly to the giant tree behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci adjusted his sitting posture slightly, leaning back comfortably into his seat, his back relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spotlessly white shirt remained excessively clean in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far from him, the \"black fan\" who had instinctively shrunk back earlier,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>covered her mouth with her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, A Li, erupting in extreme pain and guilt, broke free from her restraints and threw herself towards the lover she had personally pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was crying, screaming, using all her strength, trying to rouse the body that had already lost consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Su Qingying, watching herself on screen, her breathing grew slightly ragged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she forcibly suppressed it, but her eyes uncontrollably reddened rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively turned her head, wanting to look at Jiang Ci beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci wasn't looking at the screen, nor at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attention was on a media professional in the back row, a tough-looking man in a leather jacket with tattoos on his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That burly man sat upright, expression serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand, at an angle unnoticed by others, quickly rose, using his sleeve cuff to vigorously wipe his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if nothing had happened, placed it back on his knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, Old Zhou behind her finally couldn't hold back any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pen, suspended in mid-air for so long, ultimately did not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware of what he was doing, his hand, as if possessed, reached for the pack of tissues between their armrests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was somewhat stiff, as if doing this for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore open the packaging, pulled out a tissue, and clenched it tightly in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tissue was crumpled into a ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he didn't raise his hand to wipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the \"Iron-faced King of Hell\" of film criticism, he had his own pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi, sitting in the farthest corner of the back row, took all of this in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfied, he fished out those two glossy, polished walnuts from his pocket and started rolling them in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Click-clack, click-clack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movie plot entered its first climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Xi's vengeful spirit appeared, forcibly separating A Li and Ye Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of life-and-death separation, so close yet torn apart by fate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>made the audience forget this was a movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt they were witnessing a real, millennia-spanning murder and love suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou felt he was about to suffer internal injuries from holding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a demonic whisper sounded in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't hold it in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci leaned forward slightly, his breath carrying a hint of coolness, precisely invading Old Zhou's ear canal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you hurt yourself holding back, it counts as an occupational injury.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou's body stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head, wanting to use the most vicious words to attack this ungrateful young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he turned and met Jiang Ci's face, still calm in the darkness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all the prepared words clogged in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were red-rimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen in his hand could no longer be held, with a \"tap\" sound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it fell onto the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave up on taking notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was at this moment, on the large screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That life-and-death tragic separation underwent a change no one expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li, played by Su Qingying, before being completely swallowed by the Glowing Gate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looked at her lover, nailed to the tree, lifeless,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all the despair and unwillingness on her face suddenly transformed into a kind of near-mad love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the audience's held breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she kissed Ye Chen's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>",1343,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","ad2411bbc57e096afa2055fb92dfdf52813ca5d09cf2232381ec026c91c09030","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-340","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-338",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]