The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 222: "Soz, I’m a Cop"

The bullet comments in the live stream went absolutely wild after Jiang Ci's words.

"What the hell is a 'swimming iceberg'! Jiang Ci, what on earth is inside your head!"

"I get it now! The duck is yellow, the iceberg is white, and both would sink if they collided! This logic is flawless!"

"Qingying-jie: Thank you so much! Your suggestion is worse than having none at all!"

Su Qingying looked at Jiang Ci's completely earnest face, confirming he wasn't joking.

This realization forced the wave of discomfort about to erupt in her heart back down.

Just as Su Qingying was still wrestling with that rubber duck, Jiang Ci proactively stepped forward.

He turned to He Jiongjiong and Huang Yulei.

"Teacher Huang, Teacher He, Teacher Su might need a little more time to brainstorm."

"How about Teacher Luo and I go first, to break the ice and inspire the jade?"

This was nothing short of a savior descending from heaven.

He Jiongjiong immediately clapped his hands in approval. "Great! That's a fantastic suggestion! Then we'll trouble Jiang Ci and Luo Yu to give us a demonstration!"

Su Qingying visibly let out a sigh of relief, silently retreating to the side, crossing her arms, wanting to see just how Jiang Ci planned to "inspire the jade."

Jiang Ci and Luo Yu walked side by side to the magic box.

"Come on, who wants to draw first?" He Jiongjiong held up the microphone, stoking the atmosphere.

Jiang Ci, with great courtesy, made a "please" gesture.

"Teacher Luo first."

Luo Yu nodded, didn't decline, and simply reached his hand into the first draw slot.

He pulled out a card.

He Jiongjiong took it and read it aloud to the camera.

"Infernal Affairs, rooftop confrontation!"

Whoosh!

A collective gasp of shock echoed on set.

This wasn't a romantic love story like Titanic.

This was one of the most classic, most challenging, most tension-filled duets in Hong Kong cinema history!

Lau Kin Ming and Chan Wing Yan. One a fake cop who wants to be a good man but can't, the other a real cop who's been undercover for ten years but can't prove his identity.

The fated confrontation between these two men on the rooftop. Every line, every micro-expression, is pure drama.

The bullet comments in the live stream instantly changed their tune.

"Holy crap! Another royal flush!"

"This is a hundred times harder than the last one! That's Tony Leung and Andy Lau we're talking about!"

"Luo Yu's aura kinda fits Lau Kin Ming, just not sure if Jiang Ci can hold his own."

After receiving the card, Luo Yu became completely quiet, quickly entering a state of deep thought.

It was obvious everyone had already assumed Jiang Ci would perform this duet with him.

And Jiang Ci, he reached his hand towards the other slot that would decide their fate.

He rummaged around inside for a while.

Finally, he pulled out two extremely flamboyant-looking children's toys.

Water guns.

One was a bright red, the other a vivid blue, utterly plastic, with cartoon stickers plastered on the bodies.

Infernal Affairs.

Rooftop confrontation.

With water guns?

Just imagining this scene was already brimming with absurdity.

However, completely opposite to Su Qingying's reaction,

the moment Jiang Ci saw those two water guns, his eyes lit up.

He picked up the blue one, weighed it in his hand, then gestured with it towards the lighting as if checking the craftsmanship.

He turned his head and said to Luo Yu with great enthusiasm,

"I've never played a cop before, I'm a bit excited."

Luo Yu: "..."

The production crew gave the two of them five minutes of preparation time.

Luo Yu immediately walked to a corner, closed his eyes, and completely immersed himself in the inner world of Lau Kin Ming's character.

Pain, unwillingness, and the struggle to grasp at a lifeline.

His professional training demanded he find the soul of the character in the shortest time possible.

On the other side,

Jiang Ci's preparation method appeared much more down-to-earth.

Holding that blue water gun, he walked straight to the kitchen faucet.

Unscrewed the cap on the back of the water gun, carefully filled it with water.

After filling it, he even aimed at the sink and pulled the trigger twice, testing the water stream's range and pressure.

Confirming the water pressure was strong, he nodded with satisfaction.

The live stream audience was already dying of laughter.

"Hahahaha while others are contemplating acting, Jiang Ci is testing toy gun performance!"

"So real! Isn't this exactly how I was as a kid! Getting a new water gun and having to test if it works well first!"

"I'm starting to feel sorry for Luo Yu, what kind of creature is he even facing!"

Five minutes later, the performance officially began.

The production crew very thoughtfully moved the dining table to the center of the set, serving as the temporarily constructed "rooftop."

Though only ten centimeters high, the atmosphere had to be fully established.

Luo Yu was the first to step onto the "rooftop."

The moment he stood on the table, his entire aura completely transformed.

He was no longer that quiet, introverted young actor Luo Yu.

He was Lau Kin Ming.

The policeman wearing a crisp suit, his heart repeatedly tormented in the hell of endless suffering.

His face displayed the perfect amount of pain and struggle, vividly portraying the complex emotions of being pushed to the brink.

The atmosphere on set became heavy.

Next, Jiang Ci also stepped onto the "rooftop."

Everyone thought he would seem out of place because of the water gun in his hand.

But contrary to all expectations,

Jiang Ci's face actually carried an indescribable weariness and endurance.

He gazed into the distance, as if truly seeing the night view of Victoria Harbour.

That feeling of having been undercover for ten years, physically and mentally exhausted, yet always holding onto his beliefs, was actually conveyed by him with a certain depth.

For a moment, the audience forgot he was still holding a blue, extremely comical plastic water gun.

The confrontation began.

Luo Yu roared out that classic question.

"Give me a chance."

Jiang Ci slowly turned his head, looking directly at him.

He slowly raised his hand.

Raised that blue water gun in his hand, aiming the nozzle at Luo Yu.

In standard Cantonese, he clearly enunciated, word by word, that line from Hong Kong cinema history worthy of being enshrined as legendary.

"Deoi6 m4 zyu6, ngo5 hai6 caai1 jan4."

(Sorry, I'm a cop.)

The hearts of the guests on set were all in their throats.

Luo Yu's performance also reached its peak. Looking at that pitch-black... oh no, that bright blue nozzle,

the unwillingness and despair on his face almost overflowed from the screen.

However.

Just as everyone thought Jiang Ci would follow the original script and continue with that classic tug-of-war and confrontation,

he, pulled the trigger.

Before Luo Yu could react at all.

"Psssh—!"

A strong, forceful stream of water shot out from the blue nozzle.

Then, with pinpoint accuracy, sprayed Luo Yu right in the face.

A direct hit to the face.

Luo Yu froze completely in place.

He even maintained Lau Kin Ming's expression of despair, but tap water was streaming down his forehead.

Under Luo Yu's shocked, speechless gaze,

Jiang Ci, with a serious and utterly matter-of-fact expression, added one more line.

"Believe me now?"

Chan Wing Yan, undercover for ten years, his identity unrecognized—what did he need most at this moment?

An irrefutable "proof."

What if the other party doesn't believe him when he just says "I'm a cop"?

Therefore, he must prove it with action.

Using a water gun, instead of a real gun, directly using a physical method to declare his stance and identity.

This is the most efficient "physical persuasion."

The logic forms a perfect, closed loop.

"Pfft—"

Huang Yulei was the first who couldn't hold back, spraying out a mouthful of water.

Immediately after.

"Bwahahahahahahahaha!"

Explosive laughter instantly resounded throughout the entire Mushroom House.

He Jiongjiong laughed so hard he couldn't straighten his back, tightly gripping Huang Yulei's arm.

Su Qingying stood there stunned, the corners of her mouth that had been tense because of the rubber duck finally, uncontrollably, lifted slightly.

Looking at the thoroughly drenched, disheveled Luo Yu, and that Jiang Ci with a face that said "I helped you solve a big problem,"

an absurd thought suddenly popped into her mind: So, when art cannot explain the absurd, using even more extreme absurdity to deconstruct it is also a way out.

She seemed... to have learned a trick.

The bullet comments in the live stream completely exploded.

Luo Yu was still standing on that ten-centimeter-high "rooftop."

He wore a completely wet face, water droplets falling from his chin.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What just happened?