The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 282: A Man Living in the Three-Dimensional World
Behind the stage, the silhouette on the giant screen held a long sword, its figure graceful and slender.
The mournful sound of the bone flute was precisely the most heart-wrenching introductory passage of "Eight Thousand Souls."
The fans, who just a second ago were torn between laughter and tears by Jiang Ci's "hardcore history lesson,"
were now all holding their breath.
Who was it?
This silhouette, this melody...
The answer was almost bursting from their throats.
The giant screen lit up, and the spotlight shone down.
A figure walked out from behind the curtain, standing at the center of the beam of light.
An elegant, moon-white cheongsam outlined a slender yet powerful figure.
She wore no makeup, her face was bare, and she held an ancient-looking long sword in her hands.
It was Zhao Yingfei.
The sword she held in her hands was precisely that prop short sword from the set of "The Farewell My Concubine,"
the one Yu Ji used to take her own life, ending everything.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"It's Yu Ji! It's Teacher Zhao!"
"Oh my god! Alive! It's the living Hegemon and Yu Ji sharing the screen!"
Inside the theater, the fans' emotions were completely ignited.
The life-and-death separation from the trailer was still burning their nerves, and now the real person appeared before their eyes, holding the "murder weapon."
This wasn't post-release service; this was handing the knife directly into their hands.
Zhao Yingfei ignored the boiling excitement of the scene.
She stood in the light, using her beautiful eyes to quietly gaze at Jiang Ci on the other side of the stage.
Just like Yu Ji, looking at her king.
A lingering warmth from the drama remained in her eyes.
Looking at Zhao Yingfei walking slowly towards him, Jiang Ci's mind was exceptionally clear.
What the fans saw was a destined reunion; what he saw was a walking KPI ATM.
That prop sword was practically buffing the heartbreak atmosphere.
"Oh my god, this... this is truly our biggest surprise today!"
The host's voice trembled with excitement as he stepped forward, eager to stir things up.
"Teacher Zhao, we are all so thrilled that you could come!"
Zhao Yingfei gave a slight nod, but her gaze never left Jiang Ci.
"I think all the audience members who have seen the trailer feel immense regret about the Hegemon and Yu Ji's final farewell."
The host turned the microphone towards the audience, suddenly raising his voice, "Isn't that right, everyone!"
"Yes!" came the thunderous, tidal wave of a response.
"Then!" The host smoothly turned towards the two people in the center of the stage,
a mischievous smile on his face, "To make up for this regret, could we invite both teachers to recreate a small part of the 'Farewell My Concubine' dialogue scene for us live?"
The atmosphere in the venue was instantly ignited.
"Ahhhhh yes!"
"Please! Do a scene live!"
Zhao Yingfei didn't hesitate in the slightest, giving a gentle nod.
With just that one action, her aura changed.
The aloofness of the female star faded, replaced by a bone-deep sorrow and resolve that seeped into her being.
She was Yu Ji.
The BGM switched appropriately, the mournful string music slowly flowing.
The sense of a shattered atmosphere was instantly maxed out.
Zhao Yingfei held the sword with both hands, trembling, and walked step by step towards Jiang Ci.
Her steps were very slow, each one carrying the weight of marching to her death.
Tears slid down her cheeks, soundlessly.
She walked up to Jiang Ci, slowly raised the sword in her hands, and offered it to him.
"My king..."
She spoke, her voice hoarse, carrying a heavy sob, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire theater.
"This sword... your concubine will polish it for you one last time."
That one sentence felt like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.
Jiang Ci extended his hand.
His movement was slow, his expression serious.
He took that sword.
Just as everyone was immersed in this ultimate tragic aesthetic,
preparing to receive the next, even more violent mental impact.
Jiang Ci suddenly frowned.
Holding the sword in one hand, he casually weighed it up and down a few times, as if gauging its heft.
Then, in the dead silence of the entire venue, looking at the sorrowful face of Zhao Yingfei, he blurted out.
"This sword... is it lighter than it was that day?"
"Was it switched to aluminum alloy?"
"..."
The sorrowful BGM stopped abruptly, like a chicken whose neck had been wrung.
The tragic expression on Zhao Yingfei's face froze.
Her hand, raised mid-air, stiffened.
The host's mouth fell open, nearly choking on his breath.
The hundreds of audience members in the venue were all rooted to the spot.
After a brief, deathly silence.
"Pfft..."
Someone couldn't hold it in first and laughed. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Immediately after, the entire theater erupted into earth-shattering, roaring laughter.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
"Oh my god! Jiang Ci, are you a devil!"
"Sorry, Teacher Zhao, I really can't hold it in hahahaha, it's too funny!"
"Kill me! Kill me right now! The mood I just built up! You sent it all back with one sentence!"
The sorrowful atmosphere was shattered to pieces, not even a speck of dust remained.
The bullet comments in the live stream room went completely crazy.
[He even weighed it hahahaha!]
[Zhao Yingfei: I had my killing intent fully charged, and you give me this?]
[The King of BE Aesthetics, personally shatters BE aesthetics.]
[Jiang Ci, a man living in the three-dimensional world.]
After the wave of explosive laughter reached its peak, it gradually subsided, turning into uncontrollable suppressed giggles and murmurs.
Amidst this lingering buzz, a girl in the front row suddenly whispered to herself.
"Wait... he remembers the weight of the sword from that day?"
That sentence made the surrounding laughter stop abruptly.
Then, this thought rapidly spread.
The entire theater once again fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone realized the scalp-tingling detail hidden behind that straightforward, blunt remark.
He remembered.
He remembered every detail of that scene, of Xiang Yu's suicide, down to his very bones.
So deeply that he could instantly detect even a change in the prop's weight.
The atmosphere in the venue shifted from explosive laughter to a silent reverence and shock.
Jiang Ci, once again, had used his uniquely bizarre train of thought to pull off an unbelievable "counter-kill."
The host finally regained his professional composure, barely suppressing his laughter as he walked on stage to smooth things over.
"It seems our Teacher Jiang Ci is also very strict about prop requirements!"
"To soothe the wounded hearts of our fans,"
"and to commemorate today's rare 'Hegemon and Yu Ji' reunion,"
"Finally, let's have the two teachers take a commemorative photo together, okay?"
"Okay!"
Warm applause erupted from below the stage again.
Staff quickly brought over two chairs.
Under the photographer's guidance, the two struck a pose, referencing a classic scene from the film.
Zhao Yingfei leaned against Jiang Ci's side, having recovered from her earlier stupor.
Now, looking at Jiang Ci's profile, her eyes were filled with an unresolvable longing and tenderness.
As for Jiang Ci, his face was expressionless, his gaze fixed straight ahead, looking at the camera.
One was deeply immersed in the role.
The other was coldly doing his job.
The strong contrast made the camera flashes go wild.
The Star City roadshow came to a close in this peculiar yet harmonious atmosphere.
As soon as he returned backstage, Sun Zhou rushed forward in a single stride, so excited he could barely hold his phone steady.
"Ci-ge, it's blown up! Look!"
He shoved the screen in front of Jiang Ci's face, showing the real-time updated Weibo trending list.
#Hegemon Yu Ji The Most Tear-Jerking Post-Release Service#
#Jiang Ci This Is A Man With No Heart#
