Wang Yuezhi suddenly felt that he could recall and utilize the current scene when playing the clown the day after tomorrow.
Damn, even more heartbroken.
The clown potion really melts as soon as it enters the mouth.
So Wang Yuezhi didn't want to discuss this topic any further, waved his hand dismissively, and cursed with a cold face:
"Without this scene, can't you just create and imagine this scene in your mind? Can't improvise even a bit? Useless, lifeless guy who's never had this kind of experience..."
"Mentor, please elaborate, what kind of scenes should I imagine? You seem to have a lot of experience."
Lin Li, who was scolded, wasn't annoyed but continued to humbly seek advice.
Wang Yuezhi: "..."
Your mom.
Wang Yuezhi took a deep breath, hesitated several times, and finally spoke: "I actually don't have much experience, but my friend does in this area. He taught me a lot."
