[{"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-342":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},1298006,1723,"Chapter 342: A Glimpse Under the Divine Tree","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-342",342,"\u003Cp>Chapter 342: A Glimpse Under the Divine Tree\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screening room was utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the lingering echo of Zhang Mouyi's command to \"turn off the lights\" still hung emptily overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke, and no one moved out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What on earth is this old man trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou clenched the wad of soaked tissue in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they played another scene of A Li crying at the grave,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he swore that even if it meant being blacklisted in the industry, he would write a ten-thousand-word denunciation tonight to tear this film crew to shreds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone's patience was on the verge of snapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously silent screen lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few clear, crisp sounds of cicadas chirping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhi liao—zhi liao—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, a shade of green so dense it seemed to melt, rudely forced its way into their field of vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swath of life so verdant it could cleanse the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That once grotesquely shaped Divine Tree was now lush with foliage, swaying gently in the warm breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling specks of golden light onto the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera slowly panned down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the tree's shade, a simple yet warm little wooden hut had appeared at some unknown moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the clearing before the hut, several bamboo winnowing baskets were placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying, portraying A Li, wore the plainest linen clothes, her sleeves rolled up high, revealing fair arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was looking down, intently turning over and sun-drying the medicinal herbs in the baskets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were practiced, exuding a sense of stability belonging to ordinary days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... what place is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's an illusion, right? This must be A Li's life flashing before her eyes before she dies...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't believe it! Absolutely don't believe it! That old thief Zhang Mouyi is rotten to the core. The sweeter it is now, the harder the knife will be later!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That black fan leader sniffled, staring fixedly at the screen while warning those around him in a trembling voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was like startled birds, too afraid of being stabbed by the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the scene before them was as beautiful as a painting, they instinctively tensed up, waiting for the cruel blow of that \"moment of waking from the dream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li's hands, busy turning the herbs, suddenly stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed something, lifting her head in response to a silent call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She straightened her back, raising a hand to wipe the fine sweat from her temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she slowly raised her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her eyes, there was none of the sorrow everyone had anticipated, nor the weariness one would expect after surviving a calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only a kind of... helplessness mixed with a touch of annoyance, yet unable to hide a sense of indulgence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up towards the dense canopy above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera followed her gaze, moving steadily and resolutely upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through layer upon layer of green leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through dancing, shimmering spots of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it settled on a thick, horizontal branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a person was lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a loose, casual red robe, no longer a blood-stained battle garment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, portraying Ye Chen, lay lazily on the branch, one leg crossed over the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands were pillowed behind his head, a fluffy foxtail stalk clenched between his teeth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swaying back and forth in the air to the rhythm of his softly hummed tune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the gaze from below, Ye Chen stopped humming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slightly turned his body. Those eyes, which had been dull and lifeless in the ending, were now filled with fragmented sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat out the foxtail stalk, looked down, and met A Li's gaze from below the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A standard, somewhat roguish, mischievous smile bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a single exchange of glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sense of relief, of \"the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains,\" that sense of peace and well-being after surviving a disaster,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in this moment, pierced through the screen and struck straight at the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frame froze on that smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone warmed, the edges softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bottom right corner of the screen, two small white characters appeared, their strokes gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—【The End】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen returned to darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screening room remained quiet for three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's brains were processing this massive informational reversal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really... alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a dream?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an illusion either?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud expletive exploded from the black fan leader's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse held no malice, merely an outburst of pent-up emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alive! Really alive! I knew it! The wicked live a thousand years! How could this red-clad monster die so easily!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed and laughed simultaneously, tears and snot still streaking his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Zhang is awesome!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci! Pay me back my tears! I was crying so hard I almost passed out from lack of oxygen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhh! That look-back smile killed me! Even if it's fake, I accept it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't an easter egg, this is my life-saving elixir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause, mixed with whistles and cheers, surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou slumped in his chair, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the dark screen and let out a long sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That old fox...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou muttered a curse under his breath, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This film review would be easy to write.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even need to think hard; he already had the title in mind—\"On Zhang Mouyi's Hundred Ways to Die and Jiang Ci's God-tier Save.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying stared at the screen, not snapping back to reality for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a soft \"click\" sounded beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her head and saw Jiang Ci leisurely tightening the cap of a mineral water bottle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then stuffing the remaining half-pack of tissues back into his pants pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were practiced and natural, as if everything before him was within his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go,\" Jiang Ci stood up, smoothing his already wrinkle-free white shirt, \"This time, it's really over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying looked at his composed demeanor and suddenly felt an itch in her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You knew all along?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was written in the script.\" Jiang Ci shrugged, his expression innocent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Although I didn't know the old man would cut this scene to the very end when we were filming, since we shot it, it had to go somewhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the lights in the screening room blazed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi stood at the side of the stage, rubbing walnuts in his hand, the smile on his face much more pleasant than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, some audience members weren't planning to let him off so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Zhang!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A female reporter stood up, her eyes red-rimmed, even the microphone in her hand trembling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn't this count as consumer fraud?! Killing the characters first and then reviving them, doesn't your conscience hurt?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi was amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the microphone and pointed in Jiang Ci's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you blame me for this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man wore a mischievous grin, cleanly shifting the blame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That BE ending happened because this kid Jiang Ci acted too well, so well that I couldn't bear to cut it. As for this HE easter egg...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi paused, his tone becoming meaningful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Life is bitter enough as it is. We have to leave people with a little hope, don't you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were flawless, even carrying a hint of philosophical wisdom befitting an old artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resentment in the room instantly dissipated by more than half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film critics and media personnel exchanged glances, seeing the same message in each other's eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's a done deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This film has depth, acting prowess, spectacle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and this final move of \"extreme emotional manipulation\" is absolutely going to ignite both box office numbers and public discourse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked at these media people already typing frantically on their phones, the system's notification sounds in his mind ringing incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The easter egg was sweet, but the rollercoaster of emotions just now had allowed him to reap another bountiful harvest at the last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the passage entrance as the crowd dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd hadn't completely dispersed yet, excitedly discussing the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That black fan leader squeezed through the crowd and rushed up to Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tear stains were still on his face, and he held up the notebook he'd used to wipe his tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Ci!\" he shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci stopped and looked at this young man who had cried the hardest earlier, bracing himself for an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, making a black fan cry like that could be considered a crime in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Jiang Ci asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man sniffled, thrusting the notebook forward, awkwardly forcing out the words: \"Sign... sign an autograph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added, \"I'm not admitting I'm your fan! It's just... I think that pack of tissues was pretty expensive, gotta get some interest back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was taken aback for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he took the pen and, on the damp notebook, signed his name with a bold, flowing flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After signing, he handed the notebook back, looking seriously at the young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next time you come to watch my movie, remember to bring a towel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tissues don't absorb well. They're a waste of money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man stood there dumbfounded, clutching the notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of good-natured laughter erupted around them.\u003C\u002Fp>",1580,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","68f0dffae09ae5402f41da317232aa74377eed34932f7c7594719c807a2d8774","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-343","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-341",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]