The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1001 Duck Paddling
"Sorry, there are two more bottles of mineral water 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 that guy's voice.

Harry felt his anus tighten, and the memory of death instantly broke down his defenses. His first confrontation with Anson was on the set of "Spider-Man".

At that time, in order to shoot the Spider-Man uniform look, he had to hide in the trailer closet, curled up pitifully in a small cubicle, but was discovered by Anson and became a complete laughing stock.

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

Now, it's all back.

Boom boom, boom boom.

Harry felt a throbbing in his temple and felt that his PTSD was about to kick in.

Every time he stood in front of Anson, he was always at a disadvantage, dizzy and confused. He couldn't help but think of his fate of being dominated by others, which made Harry's knees weak.

"Why, are you okay? You're shaking." Anson noticed.

Harry: ...No, I didn't!

"It's just the air conditioner..." Harry struggled to squeeze out a little sound from his throat.

Anson didn't think much about it. "Oh, yes, you need to be careful. When going from outdoors to indoors, or from indoors to outdoors, you still need to pay attention to the obvious temperature difference, otherwise you will easily get sick."

James' voice came from the back, "What disease? Is this a new term?"

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

Noticing Anson's attention shift, Harry felt his legs were like noodles, and he could barely stand -

Is it really that scary?

Ha ha.

If someone questioned him, Harry would say, why don't you try it yourself, it's easier to talk without any pain in your waist, so please don't complain beside me, okay?
Even though every cell in Harry's body was roaring to run away, he knew he couldn't, otherwise Anson might see through him in the next second.

He needed to calm down, stay as calm as possible.

"It's air-conditioning sickness. Think about it, the body needs time to adjust to the sudden changes in temperature. Why not ask the crew to raise the temperature a little? The current temperature is indeed a little too low."

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

"It's not hot, not hot at all. Why don't you try it?"

Harry looked up quietly, just in time to see James' face twisted with resistance. Everyone around him burst into laughter, and Anson looked a little embarrassed.

Yes, embarrassing.

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

At this time, Anson was not wearing a hood. His Spider-Man uniform was like a diving suit. The upper body was stripped off and tied around the waist with the sleeves. Instead, he was wearing a white T-shirt on his upper body, but it was now wet with sweat, and with his wet and messy hair, he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

And he was smoking, literally.

No words are needed to feel how hot Anson is right now. It seems that the air conditioning in the studio is helping Anson cool down.

Harry couldn't imagine how Anson felt, but he thought that if he were to move around on land in a diving suit, it would not be that comfortable; moreover, this suit would probably be even more uncomfortable than a diving suit.

Harry quickly looked away and continued to push the trash can forward.

Anyway, the uniforms are not complete yet, and Anson is not ready yet, so there is no rush. However, what if the crew has not started filming until he finishes his work?
Harry's mind raced.

On the other side, Anson did not notice anything unusual because the discomfort brought by the uniform completely occupied his attention.

When I watched shows in my previous life, different superhero actors had mentioned that the feeling of tights uniforms in the movies was completely different from that in real life. Not to mention being convenient for fighting, it simply restricted their hands and feet.

On the surface, superhero uniforms look handsome and cool, and everyone wants to wear their own tights uniform. Every Halloween, children and even adults dress up as superheroes. It's not just the mask, a set of tights can make them the coolest guys on the whole street.

In fact, it was a disaster. Apart from looking handsome, the tights were completely useless. It was a true interpretation of the rule of "good-looking but useless". It was like a duck paddling in the water, feeling comfortable above the water surface but paddling desperately under the water. It had to use all its strength to control itself.

And Anson...is no exception.

I originally thought that after having some experience from filming "Spider-Man", I should be able to adapt to filming the sequel; but I didn't.

After the improvement of the tights suit, it did not become more convenient, and it went further and further on the road of torturing actors, to an awe-inspiring degree.

How can it be so uncomfortable?

"...Anson, are you sure? Keep drinking water, you might have to go to the bathroom again later." Kristen said with concern, her expression wrinkled with a grin, showing a slight struggle, as if she could empathize with Anson's pain and struggle.

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

Haha, everyone burst into laughter.

Alfred looked curious, "What about the bathroom with this tights?"

Anson made a downward motion with both hands, "Pull all the way to the bottom."

Alfred, "All?"

Anson nodded, "All of them."

Alfred: ...

Anson understood what Alfred meant and nodded again to confirm his guess. "Your imagination is correct. When I appeared in the bathroom, I was in a very awkward situation. I hope I can have complete privacy."

Aside: ...

Anson spread his hands and looked around the room, "Are you all imagining that scene? Naughty, naughty."

Haha, laughing again.

Their eyes drifted away one after another. Even if they were not paying attention to Anson, they would now look elsewhere out of fear of being caught.

The only exception was James, who looked Anson up and down and said gloatingly, "Oh, I'm afraid all women will be disillusioned."

Anson was not panicked. He patted James on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you will soon join the ranks. William said that the Green Goblin's uniform is simply armor. Armor. Then the girls will stop shouting 'James James' around you."

James was a little slow to remember that the Green Goblin also had tights.

"Oh, no..." James wailed, holding his head in despair.

Alfred noticed everyone's attention and patted his round beer belly. "They were really embarrassed for a while, but in the end they let me go because they were worried that I might look like a dugong in a tights, which would not look sexy or funny on the big screen."

Pfft, dugong?

It was so graphic and vivid that no one could help it, including Anson.

Alfred didn't mind. "Go ahead and laugh. It's fine with me. Even my wife wouldn't be able to continue to say she loves me if you look like that."

Hilarious.

(End of this chapter)