[{"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-58":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},1297872,1723,"Chapter 58: A Tear for Deification? No—I'm Thinking About My Mom!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>The next day, Saturday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the rehearsal hall was even more severe than the cold wind outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The online storm of blood and fury seemed not to have affected this place in the slightest, yet everyone could feel that taut string in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng arrived earlier than yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't communicate with anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just stood alone in the center of the stage, repeating Ming Ming's movements and lines over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formal rehearsal began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong sat in his usual spot, expressionless, only his gaze sharper than yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xia Meng, run through that scene you got stuck on yesterday again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately entered character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the angle of her turn, to the timing of raising her hand, to the tone and pauses of every line, everything was perfect, as if measured with a metronome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't have feelings for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The things you give me, I won't accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, don't bother me anymore in the future.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a flawless performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, it had reached textbook-level standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students observing on the side had even started taking notes, trying to deconstruct the design behind her every movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng stood quietly in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other students didn't dare speak either; they thought it was already very good, so good it made them, mere mortals, feel suffocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. She slowly turned her head, her icy gaze locking onto Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barely noticeable curve lifted the corner of Liu Guodong's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what he had been waiting for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher Liu,\" Jiang Ci stood up, his expression calm, \"can I... give it a try too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The observing students were dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give it a try?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was he going to try?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use his set of \"performance methodology\" with uncontrollable emotions to clash with Xia Meng's impregnable iceberg?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Ci, her eyes filled with scrutiny and a trace of hidden disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She admitted his voice had talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also admitted his understanding of the character was unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But acting, in the end, was a rigorous science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It couldn't be sustained by that vague, intangible \"feeling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\" Liu Guodong agreed crisply and decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't stand at Ma Lu's position, but walked to where Xia Meng had just stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was he doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll play Ming Ming.\" Jiang Ci said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rehearsal hall erupted in an uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng's pupils contracted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Jiang Ci, cracks appearing in her perpetually frozen expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... was provoking her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Challenging her with the character she was best at, in the field she was most familiar with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\" Liu Guodong uttered two words, leaning forward, his gaze locked on the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, the angle exactly the same as Xia Meng's just moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand, making a gesture of rejection, the height of his wrist identical to Xia Meng's earlier position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't have feelings for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone, the rhythm, the pauses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect replication!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed through the rehearsal hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several students stared in disbelief, their eyes darting between Jiang Ci and Xia Meng as if looking at a pair of eerie twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this possible?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't Jiang Ci an experiential actor? Didn't he lose control once his emotions surged?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This absolute control over his body and voice... this was a level only a technical actor could achieve!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng's face instantly turned deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high wall she had built over more than a decade with sweat and self-discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this man, it crumbled so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only watched it once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And learned it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't \"learning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was blatant \"overwhelming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a casual, effortless way, he proved to her, to everyone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What you can do, I can do too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, without any effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci perfectly replicated every detail of Xia Meng's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The things you give me, I won't accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, don't bother me anymore in the future.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Line after line was delivered, icy, precise, flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a corner, a girl muttered to herself, \"He's crazy... this guy is truly insane...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the final line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the script, after saying the final line of rejection, Ming Ming should turn and leave resolutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's performance also reached this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked ahead at the empty space, as if Ma Lu, that persistent pursuer, stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He parted his lips and, using the exact same tone as Xia Meng's, one so cold it held not a trace of human warmth, delivered that line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I love is myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eye Micro-expressions skill, which he had already mastered to perfection, activated subconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right as he turned, his profile facing the audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, silently slid from the corner of his right eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tear was crystal clear, scalding hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it appeared, it was so abrupt, so illogical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in an instant, it pierced through all the icy exterior of the Ming Ming character, revealing the suppressed contradiction, fragility, and pain buried deep beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't love himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nothing left except himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tear didn't linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had only fallen halfway before Jiang Ci, seemingly inadvertently, wiped it away with the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast it made people think it was just an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phantom caused by the stage lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire rehearsal hall was dead silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were nailed to their spots, their hearts feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Guodong was completely frozen, his mouth agape, unable to make a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Meng trembled violently all over, as if struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared fixedly at Jiang Ci's back, all the blood in her body seeming to freeze in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pinnacle of technique...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the pinnacle of technique?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the most extreme technique wasn't for precisely \"expressing\" emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was for precisely \"controlling\" the emotion on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before that tear, her textbook-perfect performance seemed so hollow, so laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't turn to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood there, as if not yet detached from the character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke to the empty air, in a voice barely audible, saying softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've never loved anyone, and you've never loved yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're just afraid of making mistakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked off the stage, his face carrying the exhaustion and detachment after a performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if that single earth-shattering, divine tear was just a casually completed classroom exercise, yet it had also consumed a tremendous amount of his mental energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This attitude of making the difficult look effortless was more devastating than any verbal declaration of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It completely crushed Xia Meng's last shred of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood stiffly on the stage, like a puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walked off the stage, step by step, until she stood before Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled, every word seeming forced through gritted teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you do it this time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was drinking water from his cup and was startled by her murderous expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked blankly, seriously thinking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he scratched his head and gave a simple, unadorned answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I was just thinking, if my mom knew I skipped dinner for rehearsal, she'd definitely scold me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feeling sad, the tears just came down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1280,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","b772592b0a5b9b2e02832bd104d737296519f794d60d950d495b641bbed2e580","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-59","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-57",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]