[{"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-340":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},1298004,1723,"Chapter 340: The Ultimate Goal of Beautiful Tragedy is to Sell Tissues","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-340",340,"\u003Cp>Chapter 340: The Ultimate Goal of Beautiful Tragedy is to Sell Tissues\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the big screen, light and shadow stretched long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kiss arrived abruptly, an inevitability of destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li's lips crashed into Ye Chen's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could hardly even be called a kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was none of the beautiful, spiraling ascent of idol dramas, nor the ambiguous pink filter of romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the high-definition lens language, the audience could clearly see, at the moment of lips colliding,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the despair and madness of trying to fuse the other person into one's very bones and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li, played by Su Qingying, had tear-stained cheeks, kissing with no technique whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ye Chen, nailed to the tree, had his eyes tightly shut, his face as pale as paper, utterly lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that single tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Zhang Mouyi was an out-and-out \"madman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had edited that close-up shot in without reservation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very instant A Li kissed him, a clear tear, extremely slowly, welled up from the corner of Ye Chen's eye, long since unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glistening liquid slid down his pale cheek, finally, silently disappearing between their tightly pressed lips and teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screening room was utterly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those film critics who had prepared notebooks, ready to jot down scathing comments like \"forced sentimentality\" or \"industrial sugar,\" felt their throats tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou's eyes were fixed on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prided himself on having seen countless films, having witnessed all kinds of kiss scenes: for desire, for sweetness, for runtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had never seen a kiss like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a plea for help before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also a farewell before eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou felt a tightness in his chest, struggling to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He subconsciously opened his mouth, but only an incomprehensible \"gurgle\" sound came from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the real darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci still maintained his lazy sitting posture, only slightly turning his head to glance at the person beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying's head hung very low, almost burying itself in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen's faint light illuminated her reddened earlobes, red enough to seem about to drip blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her right hand clutched Jiang Ci's shirt sleeve, her nails digging into his forearm through the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this Best Actress clearly had no mind for anything else now; she was merely a socially mortified party witnessing her own on-screen first kiss being publicly dissected by five hundred people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss...\" Jiang Ci lightly sucked in a sharp breath, leaning back slightly, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, \"Teacher Su, time to let go, or the flesh is going to come off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying turned to look at him, panic in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unshed tears in her eyes held A Li's brokenness, along with the shame and anger of being caught red-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci said no more, merely raising an eyebrow before turning his gaze back to the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the numbers wildly scrolling on the system panel, he truly looked like an indifferent bystander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Detecting intense emotional fluctuations!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +288!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +388!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +128!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, the scene shifted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desperate kiss did not last long; the power of Ling Xi's lingering soul forcibly intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li's body was dragged backward by an invisible, immense force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying's hoarse scream was a swan song offered to her character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She desperately stretched out her hand, her fingertips hooking desperately onto the sleeve of Ye Chen's hanging robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was her only connection to him, to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragging force intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li's fingernails cracked, blood mixing with the red fabric, becoming indistinguishable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Riiip—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harsh tearing sound, delivered through the top-tier surround sound speakers, felt like a blunt saw viciously grating on everyone's nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sleeve tore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li fell heavily, clutching only that half-torn piece of red cloth in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared blankly at the torn cloth in her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at this very moment, the forcibly suppressed silence in the screening room finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first uncontrollable sob came from the back corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the sounds of sniffles, suppressed sobs, and rustling from searching bags rose and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly, tattooed big brother from earlier now had his face deeply buried in the collar of his leather jacket, his broad shoulders shaking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou completely lost his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears, sometimes, were more unreasonable than instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeatedly told himself: This is a formula! It's sentimentality! It's a trap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw Ye Chen, alone, nailed to the tree, and A Li, clutching the torn sleeve, being swallowed by the glowing gate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a strange, bitter sorrow overwhelmed his tear ducts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frantically raised a hand, felt the wet heat, and hurriedly reached for the pack of tissues Jiang Ci had given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour ago, he had sneered at this two-dollar item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was his lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his colleagues saw him crying like this, where would the face of the \"Poison-Tongued King of Hell\" be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, when his hand felt for the armrest—it was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou's heart gave a \"thud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whipped his head around and saw the young leader of the black fans on his right,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tearing open that pack of tissues—which rightfully belonged to him—without a shred of dignity, grabbing a huge handful and smearing it on his face, crying and cursing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci, you bastard... why tear the sleeve... why...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, only Jiang Ci's words from before the screening echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\"This thing in your hands could be hyped up to two hundred.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou was now willing to pay five hundred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand trembling, he was just about to snatch one back from the black fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pristine white tissue, however, was offered before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou was stunned, following that hand with distinct knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was still leaning back in his seat, holding a freshly opened pack of backup tissues, his expression calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five hundred, on the tab.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci coolly uttered four words, stuffed the tissues into Old Zhou's hand, then pulled out another one and handed it to the red-eyed Su Qingying beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying's body stiffened for a moment before she buried her head even lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the big screen, the plot advanced to Zhang Mouyi's most proud \"visual trap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the left was the modern era: A Li knelt under the ancient locust tree, holding the jade pendant, silently shedding tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the right was the ancient era: The fully demonized Ye Chen curled up under the Divine Tree, enduring the excruciating pain of his demonic power backlashing, struggling in the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two timelines, two trees, separated by a thousand years, everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under Zhang Mouyi's masterful direction, the two scenes overlapped perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li's right hand, weakly hanging down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Chen's left hand, painfully reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the big screen, the two hands, transcending the boundaries of time and life and death, \"grasped\" each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't see each other, much less touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the audience's eyes, this was an interlocking of fingers across time and space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sense of tragedy ground against everyone's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, Ye Chen's eyes looked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enduring the agonizing pain of his demon core shattering, facing the empty space ahead, he made a promise with a hoarse, broken voice, a lie:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait for me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will come to see you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the line fell, an extremely soft sigh sounded in the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't come from the screen, but from the very center of the first row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, looking at his own image on the screen, who was promising with all his might, let out a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sigh stood out amidst the full hall of sobs, yet clearly reached Old Zhou's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou wiped his face haphazardly and looked at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no tear tracks on this young man's face, not even an expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, Old Zhou saw something deeper than tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the... compassion... revealed by a creator personally tearing apart his own most perfect work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not over yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci spoke, making Old Zhou's heart skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Old Zhou asked, his voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't answer, merely lifting his chin to gesture towards the big screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope rose in the audience's hearts—Surely there'll be a counter-kill now? Surely they'll transcend time and space to reunite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it's a bit cliché, that's fine!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please, Director Zhang, just direct it this once!\u003C\u002Fp>",1455,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","91fd602f33b81825dddfca384000370a12f84241b4aac84867809a5db5e61c33","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-341","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-339",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]