After Lin Hai finished trying, it was Peter's turn as the temporary photographer.
He looked at the utterly unmoving hammer, his expression somewhat complicated. "I think... I probably can't lift it either, right?"
He looked toward Lin Hai, trying to find some comfort. "I'm nowhere near as strong as you. You couldn't lift it, either. Besides, my name is Peter Parker, not Arthur Pendragon. It's perfectly normal that I can't lift this 'Hammer in the Stone,' right?"
Although he said he would not be able to lift it, Peter still walked toward the hammer. Even if he could not lift it, that would not stop him from striking a pose for a photo. He still had to take the pictures back and share the story with Mary Jane.
Lin Hai took the camera from Peter and began looking for an angle. He stepped back several paces, crouched halfway down, adjusted the lens focus, and framed both the hammer and Peter in the viewfinder.
"Quit talking so much nonsense," Lin Hai said. "Grab the handle already. I'm ready to take the picture."
Peter gave an "Oh" and stood beside the hammer. First, he casually struck a pose—his left hand on his waist, his right hand gripping the hammer's handle, his head slightly tilted toward Lin Hai, wearing an extremely profound and serious expression.
Lin Hai looked at the pose in the viewfinder, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Change it. That one's too pretentious."
Peter curled his lip but changed poses anyway. This time, he gripped the handle with both hands and leaned forward slightly, making it look as though he was exerting himself, his brows furrowed.
Lin Hai took another look and felt this one was acceptable. "Stay like that. I'm taking it now."
Peter called out, "Make me