[{"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-364":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},1297662,1723,"Chapter 364: This braised pork trotter rice deserves a five-star rating","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-364",364,"\u003Cp>Chapter 364: This braised pork trotter rice deserves a five-star rating\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get away! Don't touch me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp female voice tore through the silence of the film set, carrying the fury of someone pushed to the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's hand, which had been gripping his own hair, froze. Lin Wan's weary face also showed a trace of impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The argument grew more intense, right at the entrance to the set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure clad in a bulky yellow delivery down jacket, wearing a full-face helmet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was being shoved forcefully by two burly security guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bright yellow uniform stood out starkly against the backdrop of the gray, dilapidated ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl's frame looked especially frail in front of the two hulking men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tightly clutching a thermal delivery bag stamped with the \"Supersonic Delivery\" logo,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her movements a bit clumsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice came muffled from inside the helmet, still tinged with urgency despite the layer of plastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me in! There's an urgent order of braised pork knuckle rice inside! I'll get fined fifty bucks if I'm late!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security guards had clearly lost their patience, roughly trying to shoo her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the 'King of Extras' film set, we're holding auditions! Unauthorized personnel, get lost! Even the Emperor of Heaven himself would have to sign in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan frowned deeply. This chaotic scene was the last straw for her already frayed nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just about to signal her assistant to handle it when Gu Zhiyuan, beside her, jolted as if struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared intently at the source of the voice. The flush that had colored his face from the failed audition drained away in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci also walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't curious about the argument; he was curious about that phrase \"fined fifty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did a quick mental calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A serving of braised pork knuckle rice was, at most, thirty bucks. Delivery fee, five bucks. The platform took a twenty percent cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time it reached the courier, it might only be three or four yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fifty-yuan fine for being late on one order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant she might need to run over a dozen orders for free just to earn back that fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This platform's penalty system was a bit harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's lips trembled. He tentatively called out to the yellow-clad figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chen... Chen Yi?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce argument and shoving abruptly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two security guards froze. The girl they had been pushing around also stiffened in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, she raised a hand and took off her helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face, reddened by the winter wind, was revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No makeup. Her lips were even a bit chapped from dehydration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face wasn't classically beautiful, but it held a kind of raw, uncarved vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Chen Yi. The same Chen Yi who had collaborated with Gu Zhiyuan on that arthouse film three years ago, hailed within the industry as the \"most promising new talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw Gu Zhiyuan, saw Lin Wan behind him, and finally swept a glance at Jiang Ci standing to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock and disorientation in her eyes lasted only a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, those lingering emotions were replaced by a numb acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if her soul had been instantly sucked away, leaving only a shell driven by the need to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't even spare the newly crowned Film Emperor a second glance, treating his face—enough to drive countless fans wild—as if it were invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yi didn't say a word. She opened the old thermal bag she was clutching and pulled out the still-steaming container of braised pork knuckle rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked straight up to Gu Zhiyuan and shoved the meal box into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were mechanical. Her tone was flat, as if speaking to a complete stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Gu. Perfect timing. This order was placed by one of your set assistants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, lifted her face, and added the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please give a five-star rating. I have another order to catch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan felt his mind go completely blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The braised pork knuckle rice in his arms was still warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That warmth seeped through the thin plastic container, yet it burned, making his insides twist and cramp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five-star rating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had used that term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That term completely severed all the ugly history between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It condensed that period of memory he dared not look back on into a simple commercial transaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no longer the director who had ruined her future. She was no longer the talented actress he had dragged down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were merely merchant and customer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This professional numbness, this deliberately maintained distance, was more devastating than any tearful accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It instantly shattered all the confidence Gu Zhiyuan had just built up with the investment from Tian Guang Entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hammered the ambitious, high-spirited \"Niohuru Zhiyuan\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>back into the original form of that failure who had hidden in a garbage-filled room, clinging to idealism just to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched this scene unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze slowly shifted from Chen Yi's expressionless face\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>down to her hands, tightly gripping the handlebars of her electric scooter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those hands. Nails clipped short and blunt. Knuckles rough and swollen red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if repeatedly whipped by the winter wind. Traces of grease, impossible to wash out, lingered under her fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images of the hands of the previous actresses flashed through Jiang Ci's mind—smooth, pale, each nail a meticulously crafted work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An absurd thought popped into his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those previous hands were for playing the piano and signing checks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These hands in front of him were for brawling with life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Piaopiao had washed glasses in a nightclub for three years. Her hands should look exactly like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying those words, Chen Yi didn't linger for even a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She deftly put her helmet back on. That plastic shell once again separated her from this world that had brought her shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swung a leg over the battered, scraped-up electric scooter parked nearby—its side mirror held together with tape—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>twisted the throttle, and left without a trace of nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scooter emitted a faint electric whir,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>merged into the dusty little road outside the set entrance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and soon disappeared into the evening traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her appearance to her disappearance, the whole process took less than three minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was like the wind. She came, and then she was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind only a container of scalding braised pork knuckle rice, and a man nailed to the pillar of shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan stood rooted to the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung his head, staring fixedly at the braised pork knuckle rice in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the plastic lid of the meal box was printed the shop's comical smiling pig logo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to it was a line of advertising copy: \"Eat well, drink well, live forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt that pig was mocking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of this container of braised pork knuckle rice crushed all his high spirits and ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan looked at the devastated Gu Zhiyuan, then at the direction where Chen Yi had vanished, her heart a tumult of mixed emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real \"Liu Piaopiao\" didn't need to act at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Gu Zhiyuan, who seemed on the verge of shattering,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then looked again in the direction Chen Yi had disappeared, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That girl possessed the most standard, professional heartbreak he had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not performance. Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over to Gu Zhiyuan, took the container of braised pork knuckle rice from his rigid hands, and casually remarked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Gu, stop standing there. If you don't give her that 'five-star rating' soon, that fifty bucks is going to be on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1300,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","81ab7d3f855747064d978a247d6b47f12d99ebc8e7943f77b23fabe1c7d668f2","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-365","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-363",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]