The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 223: Corpsing? Nah, That’s Art!

The director behind the monitor was laughing so hard he was pounding his chest and stomping his feet.

He kept shouting, "Give a close-up! Give Luo Yu a close-up! Give Jiang Ci's dead-serious face a close-up!"

Yet, the most surprising one was Luo Yu himself.

After remaining petrified for a full three seconds, he slowly raised his hand and wiped the water from his face.

Then, he looked at Jiang Ci standing opposite him, who was still holding the blue water gun with a face that screamed, "I solved your big problem, praise me now."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud too.

Wiping his face and shaking his head, his laughter grew louder and louder, eventually tinged with a hint of self-mockery.

He was genuinely convinced.

Laughter is contagious.

Su Qingying, who had been standing stiffly in the corner, finally couldn't hold back the moment she saw Luo Yu laugh as well.

"Pfft."

A very soft, almost inaudible sound.

But that was just the beginning.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying to suppress the laughter and maintain her last shred of dignity.

But it was useless.

The sheer impact of Jiang Ci's serious expression of "I defeated your logic with my logic," combined with Luo Yu's wet, utterly bewildered face that screamed "Who am I? Where am I?" was simply too strong.

She couldn't hold it together any longer.

Clear, slightly uncontrolled laughter escaped through her fingers.

Her whole body trembled, her shoulders shaking up and down.

All camera angles instantly swiveled, pointing squarely at her.

On screen, the Ice Queen Best Actress, who had debuted a decade ago and was always calm and restrained in public, was now covering her mouth, laughing so hard she had squatted down.

It was genuine, hearty laughter.

Her fair cheeks flushed a light pink from the laughter, making her look completely different from her usual pale, aloof image.

This scene was quickly captured by the backstage director and immediately posted to the show's official Weibo account.

#Su Qingying Breaks Character#

This hashtag began climbing the trending chart at an unstoppable pace.

"What am I seeing?! A living, breathing Su Qingying who actually laughs?!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh sis! You finally laughed! Do you know how long we've been waiting for this day?!"

"A historic moment! I'm going to print out this screenshot and frame it!"

Watching everyone doubled over with laughter, Jiang Ci's brow furrowed slightly.

His performance logic was airtight, his actions decisive and effective. He had clearly used the most efficient method to resolve the core dramatic conflict of "proving the undercover identity."

Why wasn't everyone reacting with an "Oh, so that's it!" moment of realization, but instead with this kind of reaction?

He subconsciously squeezed the blue water gun in his hand, deep in thought.

Could it be... that the water gun's impact wasn't shocking enough, failing to fully convey the seriousness of "I am the police"?

After the laughter subsided, the atmosphere in the entire Mushroom House became relaxed and lively.

The awkwardness brought on earlier by Jiang Ci's "BE declaration" was completely washed away by that powerful stream of water.

Su Qingying slowly straightened up, still breathing lightly, the blush on her face not yet faded.

Looking at Jiang Ci, she suddenly had a strange epiphany.

She had been trying to deconstruct the absurd proposition of "Titanic and the Rubber Duck" from an artistic perspective.

She wanted to find a reasonable, profound, artistically valuable core for this absurdity.

That's why she was suffering.

But Jiang Ci's actions showed her that when art cannot explain the absurd, why not deconstruct it with even more extreme absurdity?

He simply let the water gun do what a water gun is supposed to do—spray water.

That unique, self-contained style of performance was like a beam of light illuminating a dead corner in her thinking.

At this moment, she completely let go of her mental burden.

She suddenly felt that the yellow rubber duck wasn't so hateful after all.

Su Qingying actively walked out from the corner.

She picked up the rubber duck, which was nearly a meter tall, and held it in her arms.

The duck was light, its texture comical.

She took the initiative to say to He Jiongjiong, "Teacher He, could you please be my Jack?"

He Jiongjiong was both flattered and shocked, quickly standing up straight, his face a mix of honor and suppressed laughter.

He immediately got into character, walking behind Su Qingying and, following the classic movie pose, wrapping his arms around her from behind, hands clasped in front of her.

Su Qingying, holding the giant, wide-grinning duck, stepped onto the dining table that served as the "bow of the ship," which was only ten centimeters high.

The entire room fell silent again.

Everyone wanted to see what kind of performance the Best Actress, who had just "broken character," would deliver.

Su Qingying slowly spread her arms and closed her eyes.

The fan blew through her long hair.

In that instant, her aura changed again.

The professionalism and conviction of a Best Actress allowed her to slip into character within a second.

Using her much-praised, story-rich voice, she affectionately recited that classic line.

"I'm flying, Jack!"

Her voice carried the joy of breaking free, the release of embracing freedom, and infinite longing for love.

At that moment, the audience almost forgot she was still holding a duck.

They truly saw the giant ship, the boundless ocean, and the magnificent sunset through her voice alone.

This was the power of a Best Actress.

After delivering the line, she didn't end the performance immediately.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned around.

She didn't look at He Jiongjiong behind her. Instead, she lowered her head, gazing at the yellow rubber duck in her arms with a look mixed with deep affection, tenderness, and doting.

In a tone both romantic and absurd, she added an improvised line.

"You jump, I jump..."

Just as the guests thought she might give the duck a deep, passionate kiss.

She suddenly shifted her tone and, in a breathy voice, playfully uttered the final word.

"...quack?"

After saying it.

She even reached out and deliberately gave the duck's belly a hard squeeze.

"Quaaaaack—!"

A loud, raspy, enormous duck cry once again resounded through the room.

The entire place erupted in laughter!

This time, the laughter was even more violent, more complete than before!

He Jiongjiong laughed so hard he collapsed against her back.

Huang Yulei was rolling on the floor laughing. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Su Qingying herself finally couldn't hold back either. Holding the duck, she laughed until she squatted down again, her whole body curling into a small ball.

This genuine break in character revealed her cute, playful side.

This real, imperfect, vibrant appearance was more effective at winning fans than any flawless performance.

The live stream completely exploded.

"Ahhhhhhhh sis is so cute! I can laugh at this 'quack' for a whole year!"

"You jump, I jump... quack? The quote of the year is born! Who agrees? Who objects?!"

Backstage, the program crew was going crazy.

#Su Qingying Breaks Character#

#You jump, I jump... quack?#

These two hashtags, without the slightest suspense, occupied the first and second spots on Weibo's trending chart.

And Su Qingying was still squatting on the floor, holding the giant rubber duck, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten up.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, but her eyes, usually so cool and distant, were now filled with starlight.