Actor in Hollywood

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Peter said, "Trust me."

No grand promises, no sweet talk, no solemn vows—just this simple, unadorned phrase, yet it softly and gently nestled into Kristen's heart, making her pause slightly.

She trusted him.

Even if it was absurd, childish, or foolish, he was always there, listening.

Kristen seemed to feel a bond called "trust" gently being plucked, stirring her emotions, creating a ripple of joy and happiness. A smile quietly crept onto Mary-Jane's lips.

She had found a sense of peace, and her whole demeanor became more at ease.

Mary-Jane didn't avoid eye contact; there was no shyness, awkwardness, or anxiety. Instead, for the first time, she seriously looked at her good neighbor and sincerely reflected on her thoughts.

Her mind gradually quieted, and all the noisy voices disappeared.

Then, Mary-Jane noticed Peter giving her a slight nod of encouragement. Without any extra gestures, she felt at ease, and the words that came to her mind naturally flowed out. Everything felt so natural.

It wasn't about showing off or boasting—it was about sharing.

Sharing between friends.

"The funny thing is, he saved me twice, but I never saw his face."

Peter was momentarily stunned, a faint glimmer lighting up deep within his eyes. His lips couldn't help but curl upward slightly, and every pore in his body seemed to open up as a sense of joy and happiness filled his chest.

In that fleeting moment, Sam Raimi had an illusion—

Peter Parker seemed to be floating in mid-air.

That sense of joy and happiness almost overflowed through the monitor screen, even making Sam feel the unmistakable scent of romance in the air.

Peter thought Mary-Jane had fallen for someone else and that he would never have a chance. But at the last twist, he discovered that the "other person" was actually him, and it was a confession from the very person he had been secretly in love with.

The emotional highs and lows were intense.

Then, that bright feeling filled the entire world.

So this is the power of acting.

The room fell silent. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, quietly feeling their own heartbeats pounding against their chests, as if they were reliving their youth—the days when a single glance could make you laugh, and a single argument could make you cry. Back then, it seemed like they had endless energy.

Peter Parker's eyes were filled with stories.

But it was only for a brief moment. Peter then pressed his lips together, trying to stifle his smile, and responded with as calm a tone as possible.

"Oh, so it was him."

Mary-Jane didn't notice the joy that flashed through Peter's eyes; she only saw his smile and the forced down corners of his mouth.

Mary-Jane widened her eyes, clenched her fist like a cat's paw, and lightly tapped Peter's shoulder, protesting in a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "You're laughing at me."

Mary-Jane swore that in her imagination, it was supposed to be a soft, gentle tap, but as she swung her hand, she realized she hadn't controlled her strength, and she ended up landing a solid punch on Peter's shoulder, even hearing a muffled sound.

Peter: ...

Those clear eyes widened, looking at Mary-Jane with a blank expression, but the obvious shock and confusion were clearly accusing her.

Mary-Jane was more surprised than anyone, covering her mouth, about to apologize.

Then she saw Peter straighten his back and drop stiffly into the seat, with no buffer, falling with a thud, directly in place.

Pfft.

Mary-Jane covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop the soft laughter from escaping.

Not just in front of the camera—the same was happening behind it.

According to the script, there were no detailed instructions here, just a simple action:

(Peter sits) (Mary-Jane sits).

Then, the conversation continues.

It was just that simple line, transformed from text to visuals, connecting scene to scene. It seemed unimportant, but it played the role of a lubricant, subtly drawing the audience in without them even realizing it.

### They Couldn't Have Anticipated How This Scene Would Play Out

Kristen's "cat punch" was an accident, originally meant to be a blooper; but Anson's seamless "zombie sit" perfectly bridged the moment.

What was a mistake turned into an opportunity. The tone of this hospital scene subtly brightened, without the audience even noticing.

The transition was also incredibly smooth.

Peter sat down, his expression relaxing as he tried to process the situation in front of him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch upward. "No, I understand, he's really cool…"

He trailed off—

After all, he wasn't Spider-Man, so how would he know that Spider-Man saved Mary-Jane twice?

The more he said, the more likely he was to slip up. He needed to control himself and not give anything away in front of Mary-Jane.

But Mary-Jane was already on a roll, looking directly into Peter's eyes with eager interest. "Do you think all those bad things they say about him are true?"

This time, it was Peter whose gaze became a bit evasive. He couldn't be as straightforward as Mary-Jane, but his eyes still couldn't help but drift toward her, sneaking glances at her.

Sam: That's it!

The camera zoomed in slightly, capturing a close-up of Mary-Jane's eyes, shining with curiosity and hope as she gazed at Peter. Meanwhile, Peter turned his face slightly, his peripheral vision irresistibly drawn to Mary-Jane, displaying the awkward yet excited innocence of young love.

This interaction was exactly what Sam wanted, and the result far exceeded expectations.

"No," Peter shook his head in denial, "Spider-Man is definitely not a bad guy."

After hesitating for a moment, Peter finally looked up, meeting Mary-Jane's eyes, filled with curiosity and excitement. Despite his brain telling him to stay quiet, his emotions broke free, and the words slipped out.

"I kind of know him."

Mary-Jane: Huh?

"I guess I'm sort of his unofficial photographer."

Mary-Jane's mouth opened slightly. She seemed to grasp a thought, but it quickly slipped away, leaving uncontainable excitement in its place. "Did he ever mention me?"

Peter blinked rapidly. Things were not going as he had expected. What was meant to be a small boast now threatened to expose him. "He… did…"

Despite his efforts, the words still slipped out.

Mary-Jane couldn't believe it. "What did he say?"

Peter: …Help!

Peter blinked again, instinctively looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact, then glancing up to the right—

According to brain function mapping, looking left indicates memory recall, while looking right suggests imagination.

Though not 100% accurate, these small details can offer clues.

Peter stammered, "Uh…"

He regretted it immediately.

"I mean… oh, he said… he asked what I thought of you?"

He narrowly avoided a slip-up but managed to pull back just in time.

Finally, he returned his gaze to its original position, and Peter could see Mary-Jane's flushed cheeks, full of expectation, staring at him intently, so focused and so engaged.

However, in her eyes, Peter didn't see his own reflection—he saw Spider-Man.

Realizing this, the tension, confusion, and anxiety in his expression all melted away, and a calm settled over him.

Maybe he could tell her what he really thought. After all, Mary-Jane's attention was entirely on Spider-Man, wasn't it?