[{"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-365":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},1297663,1723,"Chapter 365: The Rain Soaked the Genius","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-365",365,"\u003Cp>Chapter 365: The Rain Soaked the Genius\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan's gaze never left Gu Zhiyuan from start to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man's state was extremely off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a meaningful look to the assistant behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant understood, silently retreating to investigate the girl named \"Chen Yi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's words crushed the nerves that Gu Zhiyuan had stretched to their absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What churned within them wasn't anger,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a pain born of humiliation pushed to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you know!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a hoarse roar at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was unaffected by this roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He responded, \"I don't know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only saw that the delivery girl just now looked more like 'Liu Piaopiao' than any of the 'princesses' who auditioned this afternoon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan was completely shattered by these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body suddenly went limp, unable to support itself any longer, and he staggered, collapsing onto an old, cracked tire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He buried his hands in his greasy hair, gripping it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three years ago...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began, his voice dry and raspy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I made a film called 'Kite'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the remaining clamor on the film set vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan looked at the man curled up on the tire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan's gaze grew unfocused; he had fallen into that memory he dared not touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rainy night three years ago, in a damp little town in the south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film crew had waited in place for three days for a genuine downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When bean-sized raindrops finally began to pound down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitor, a young Gu Zhiyuan, brimming with ambition, shouted into his walkie-talkie, \"All departments, attention! Rolling!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, there was a dilapidated roof eave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yi sat beneath that eave, rainwater flowing down the roof tiles, forming a curtain of water before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her costume was an old shirt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair was plastered wetly to her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hand was a rock-hard, plain steamed bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The script required her to portray hunger and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before filming began, the assistant director had still been worried, asking Gu Zhiyuan if they should use tear sticks on Chen Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed in the genius he had chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filming began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yi did not cry; there wasn't even any excessive emotional setup on her face. She simply lowered her head, staring at the bun in her hand for a long, long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she raised her hand, using the rainwater dripping from the eave to rinse her mud-stained fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her mouth and took a savage bite of the bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bun was too hard; she struggled to bite it, her cheeks bulging as she chewed with great effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face expressionless, she chewed, bite after bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bun was too dry, difficult to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped chewing, stuck out her tongue, caught the rainwater flowing from the eave, and swallowed it along with the bun crumbs in her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process, not a single line of dialogue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan behind the monitor forgot to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't seeing an actor performing hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw how a person trampled into the mire by life could survive without making a single sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a numbness more terrifying than despair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calmness that had grown accustomed to suffering, treating hardship as daily routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deep within that calmness, hidden, was a spark that refused to be extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Gu Zhiyuan was so awestruck behind the monitor he was rendered speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he had struck gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true, born-for-the-lens genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director, cut?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clapper loader's quiet reminder finally pulled him back from that immense shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he realize he had long been in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan painfully narrated the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The film was released, a box office disaster. Thirteen million in ticket sales; the investors lost everything they put in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I became the 'Box Office Poison' everyone in the industry cursed, a madman who used investors' money to chase his own bullshit artistic dreams.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew lower and lower, filled with self-loathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I wasn't the worst off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan lifted his head, his red-rimmed eyes brimming with remorse and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chen Yi, she was the female lead I fought tooth and nail to cast. When the film failed, all the filth was dumped on her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was branded as 'Gu Zhiyuan's person'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one dared to use her anymore, no one gave her another chance. So what if she got a Cannes Best Newcomer nomination? In this circle, picking the wrong side is more terrifying than lacking talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I destroyed her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently, emitting a sob suppressed to its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I personally dragged the most inspired genius down from the heavens, threw her into the mud, and then I ran away myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hid in that garbage-filled place, hiding for three years, using alcohol and self-exile to escape this sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the girl he destroyed, meanwhile, was in the real mire, struggling to survive relying on a broken electric scooter and five-star reviews.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci listened quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true tragedy isn't the heroism of the Wujiang River suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's taking a person who shines and snuffing them out alive, leaving behind only ashes on the ground that no one cares about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film set was utterly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid this heavy atmosphere, Lin Wan's phone screen lit up silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A message from the assistant who had just left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Chen Yi, 28, graduated top of her class from the Magic City Film Academy acting department.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Nominated for Best New Actress at the Cannes Film Festival three years ago for 'Kite'.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Since then, no leading roles. No acting records for the past two years.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This data confirmed the brutal story from Gu Zhiyuan's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan turned off the screen and looked at the man still curled on the tire, his shoulders trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a creator; she understood better than anyone the pain of personally destroying one's most cherished work and actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she was about to say something, Jiang Ci, who had been silent all along, moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the box of braised pork knuckle rice left on the concrete block, walked over to Gu Zhiyuan, and shoved the takeout container into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director,\" Jiang Ci's voice was very calm, \"You haven't delivered this meal to the set assistant yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyuan looked up at him blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci looked into his eyes and said, word by word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find her. Use the method you're best at to repay what you owe her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words jolted Gu Zhiyuan, who was immersed in endless regret, awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repay her? With what could he repay her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, rapid but deliberately hushed footsteps approached from the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant who had left earlier hurried over, her expression somewhat flustered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more than that, it held a professional wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't shout, but instead walked quickly to Lin Wan's side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bent down, and said urgently in a low voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister Wan, trouble. Li Feifei's agent, Sister Wang... she's back with people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1196,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","584558d2de6ec35d466e234eb3e6385e3e987d6a3de036656c16fbce3e2cff62","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-366","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-364",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]