From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Excuse me, there are still two mineral water bottles here, please wait a moment."

A voice came, and Harry's hair stood on end, and he held his breath instantly—

Anson!

Harry was 100% sure that this was the guy's voice.

Harry felt a tightening in his chrysanthemum, and the dead memories instantly crushed his defense line. His first confrontation with Anson was on the "Spider-Man" crew.

At that time, it was also to shoot the Spider-Man suit style. He had to hide in the trailer closet and pitifully curl up into a ball in a small compartment. As a result, he was discovered by Anson and completely became a laughing stock.

Harry's memory of what happened that evening was already blurred, but he still remembered the feeling of tension, absurdity, shame, and depression.

Now, it's all back.

Thump, thump.

Harry felt a throbbing in his temples and felt that his PTSD was about to flare up.

Every time he stood in front of Anson, he was at a disadvantage everywhere, feeling dizzy and confused, and couldn't help but think of his dominated fate, which made Harry's knees weaken.

"What, are you okay? You're trembling." Anson noticed.

Harry: ...No, I'm not!

"It's just the air conditioner..." Harry squeezed out a little voice from his throat with difficulty.

Anson didn't think much, "Oh, indeed, you need to pay attention. From outdoors to indoors, or from indoors to outdoors, you still need to pay attention to the obvious temperature difference, otherwise you can easily get sick."

James' voice came from behind, "What disease? Is this a brand new saying?"

Fortunately, James grabbed Anson's attention and unintentionally rescued Harry.

Realizing that Anson's attention had shifted, Harry felt his legs were like noodles and he was about to stand unsteadily—

Is it really that scary?

Heh heh.

"Air conditioning sickness. Think about it, sudden cold and sudden heat, the body needs adjustment time. Why don't the crew turn up the temperature a little bit? The current temperature is indeed a bit too low."

"Isn't it to take care of you? You're wearing a tight suit, aren't you hot?"

"Not hot, not hot at all, why don't you try it?"

Harry quietly raised his head and happened to see James' twisted face full of resistance. Everyone around him laughed, while Anson looked a little embarrassed.

Yes, embarrassed.

Anson was indeed wearing the Spider-Man suit that everyone was curious about. In a hurry, Harry didn't have time to carefully look for the details of the suit's hundred changes. His attention was completely attracted by Anson.

At this time, Anson was not wearing a headgear. The Spider-Man suit was like a wetsuit. The upper body was peeled off and tied around the waist with sleeves; instead, the upper body was wearing a white T-shirt, but it was already soaked with sweat, plus a wet and messy hairstyle, looking like he had just been fished out of the water.

Moreover, his whole body was smoking, literally smoking.

You don't need words to feel Anson's current heat. It seems that the studio's air conditioner is helping Anson cool down.

Harry couldn't imagine how Anson was feeling now, but he felt that if he was wearing a wetsuit and moving around on land, it probably wouldn't be so comfortable; moreover, this suit was probably more uncomfortable than a wetsuit.

Harry quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward pushing the trash can—

Anyway, the suit doesn't look complete now, and Anson is not fully prepared, so there's no rush for now.

But, what if the crew hasn't started filming by the time he finishes work?

Harry's brain started running at high speed.

On the other side, Anson really didn't notice anything unusual, because the discomfort brought by this suit completely occupied his attention.

In his previous life watching shows, different superhero actors had mentioned that the feeling of wearing a tights suit in movies and in real life is completely different. Don't even mention being convenient for fighting, it's just restrictive.

On the surface, the superhero suit looks handsome and stylish, and everyone longs to wear their own tights suit. Every Halloween, children and even adults dress up as superheroes, not just masks, but a tights suit can make them the coolest kid on the street.

In reality, it is a disaster. Apart from being handsome, that tights suit is simply useless. It perfectly interprets the "good-looking but not useful" rule, like a duck paddling, calm above the water and paddling desperately under the water, you must use all your strength to control yourself.

And Anson... was no exception.

He originally thought that after experiencing the filming of "Spider-Man", he would have some experience, and he should be able to adapt a little to the filming of the sequel this time; however, he didn't.

After the improvement of the tights suit, it did not become more convenient, but went further and further on the road of torturing actors, to a respectable degree—

How could it be so uncomfortable?

"...Anson, are you sure? You keep drinking water, you might have to go to the bathroom later." Kristen said with concern, her expression grimacing and struggling slightly, as if she felt Anson's pain and struggle.

Anson spread his hands, "But I keep sweating. If I don't replenish water, I don't know who will come first, dehydration or the call of nature."

Haha, a burst of laughter.

Alfred looked curious, "With this tights suit, what about the bathroom?"

Anson made a downward motion with his hands, "All the way to the bottom."

Alfred, "All of it?"

Anson nodded, "All of it."

Alfred: ...

Anson understood and nodded again to confirm Alfred's guess, "The scene you imagined is correct. When I appear in the bathroom, it's very embarrassing. I hope I can have complete privacy."

Everyone else: ...

Anson spread his hands and scanned the audience, "Are you all imagining that scene? Naughty, naughty."

Haha, another burst of laughter.

Eyes shifted away one after another. Even those who were not paying attention to Anson were now worried about being suspected of wrongdoing and shifted their gaze to other places with a guilty conscience.

Only James was the exception. He looked Anson up and down and joked gloatingly, "Oh, I'm afraid all the women will be disillusioned."

Anson didn't panic, patted James on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you will soon join this rank. William said that the Green Goblin's suit is simply armor. Armor. By then, the girls won't be surrounding you and shouting 'James, James'."

James was half a beat late to remember that the Little Green Goblin also had tights.

"Oh, no..." James hugged his head in despair and wailed.

Aside, Alfred noticed the eyes of the crowd gathering. He patted his round beer belly, "They were really embarrassed, but in the end, because they were worried that I might look like a dugong after putting on tights, and I wouldn't look sexy or funny on the big screen, so they let me go."

Pfft, dugong?

Because it was too vivid and lifelike, he couldn't help but laugh, including Anson.

Alfred didn't mind, "Laugh, I don't care. With that look, even my wife wouldn't be able to continue saying she loves me."

Thunderous laughter.