Pretending to be a genius starts with the civilization advancement assessment.

Chapter 6 Equipment, Weapons, and Skills

He raised his beer glass again, looked around, and had a hint of excitement about sharing a secret.

"Let me tell you, do you know that internet celebrity master Wang Tiechui?"

"Wang Tiechui?" Li Jie's eyes lit up. "Isn't that the guy who made armor for 'Emperor Qin' on live stream and even trended on social media?"

"Yes, yes! It's him!"

Chen Yu felt even more energized after gaining recognition.

"That guy is a master craftsman who has made armor for top-tier historical epics like 'Emperor Qin.' Last time I went to his studio, I saw him making armor for a guy who was participating in a full-armor combat competition. It was incredibly thick and imposing!"

"But you know what, it looks heavy, but it's actually not that heavy at all, because the main material is titanium alloy. I've touched the scraps of titanium alloy, and they're both light and tough!"

He got more and more excited as he talked, and his spittle almost sprayed onto the skewers:

"Find him! Find Master Wang! Use aerospace titanium alloy to forge a real suit of armor, modeled after the 'Qitian Armor' from the game, and pair it with a solid alloy rod. That's what a collector's item should be! That's what a man's romance should be!"

He rubbed his fingers together and chuckled:

"Brother Yi, we've been deskmates for so long and you never accept anything I give you, but you invited me to your graduation banquet this time, I can't go empty-handed, can I?"

"I'll get him to get you one, consider it a congratulatory gift from your friend for your college admission! Don't say no this time, it's a deal!"

Wow! Brother Yu is amazing! Aerospace titanium alloy!

Li Jie exclaimed exaggeratedly, and Zhang Haotian chimed in, "Brother Yu, your graduation ceremony is really hardcore!"

"Absolutely! We'll see."

Chen Yu winked at everyone, "I relied entirely on my father to get into the same university as Yi Ge. I'm counting on him, this real academic genius, to protect me in the future."

After saying that, Chen Yu immediately took out his phone and dialed the number without giving Lin Yi a chance to "react".

"Hello? Master Wang! This is Xiao Chen! Yes, yes, I have a big job! Urgent!"

"Armor, the Dark Sage! Yes, yes, that monkey! The whole set! The armor plus two short sticks that can be joined together to form a longer stick!"

"Materials? Of course, the best! Aerospace titanium alloy! Lightweight and sturdy! Delivery time? Two weeks?! Brother Wang, you're like a brother to me! Please help me out, expedite it!"

"Okay, okay! That's really kind of you! I'll send you the blueprints!"

Chen Yu bowed and scraped to the person on the other end of the phone, his tone exaggerated, but his face wore a confident smile.

Lin Yi watched his friend busy with the armor for him, and saw the good-natured laughter and cheers of his companions. Although this scene was almost exactly the same as his prediction, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

In his plan, this weapon and armor set was an extremely important tool for quickly gaining an advantage in the early stages of the apocalypse by portraying himself as a high school graduate with no connections, and for his actions to stand up to scrutiny.

This is not a matter of price.

Although crafting weapons and armor requires a considerable amount of money, there are several ways to acquire them quickly. The key issue is finding a master craftsman to help him cut in line for their production, which is the real problem.

Given his current status, he theoretically wouldn't have any contact with such a person, so the simplest, quickest, and most reasonable way is to get his hands on him through Chen Yu.

"Ah Yu, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Lin Yi smiled frankly, "Since that's the case, then I'll have to practice hard these next few days. I'll wear the outfit you gave me and perform a set of staff techniques for everyone that day." This time, he didn't refuse Chen Yu's gift like he had in his previous life.

He didn't accept it before because it was an unfair exchange; he had nothing to give back to his friend. He cherished this friend, and simply accepting gifts and taking from others was not the way of friendship.

But things are different now; he deserves this.

In his previous life, at the beginning of the apocalypse, transportation was paralyzed and cities were turned into chaotic slaughterhouses. He tried his best, but only managed to save his parents and a few neighbors with his uncle, who happened to be visiting.

Many more lost their lives in the initial chaos.

This time, he will not only help them avoid the initial chaos, but also try his best to help his friends gain the ability to protect themselves.

When Chen Yu saw that Lin Yi actually agreed, he was first slightly taken aback, then overjoyed, and swallowed back the words of persuasion he was originally going to say. "Hey, Brother Yi! We're like brothers, there's no need to be so polite!"

He downed the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp, then patted Lin Yi hard on the shoulder. "It's settled then! On the day of the graduation banquet, you'll be the coolest guy there! Hehe, the 'Monkey King' will be at Hung Fook Restaurant!"

He could almost see Lin Yi in full battle gear, and his eyes narrowed into slits with delight.
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After the dinner party ended, Lin Yi rushed back to his room as soon as he got home.

Then he turned on his computer and played a compilation of staff techniques from "Dark Monkey King" and instructional videos on traditional martial arts staff techniques.

After watching for a while, he ran to the balcony, picked up the clothesline leaning against the wall, and practiced in the air with a "focused" and even a bit "clumsy" expression.

The movements weren't exactly standard; they were just imitations of basic moves like chopping, sweeping, flicking, and pointing from the video. They even looked a bit stiff, but the earnestness he showed made him look exactly like a chuunibyou teenager who was obsessed with role-playing and secretly practicing hard in private.

"Xiao Yi? Why aren't you asleep so late? What are you doing making all that noise?"

When Zhou Jinghua, the mother, passed by the living room, she saw her son performing a monkey show and couldn't help but ask him a question.

Lin Yi paused, holding the clothesline pole, an embarrassed smile appearing on his face. He scratched his head and said with a laugh:
"Mom, it's nothing! I watched some game videos and tried to learn some of their stick-wielding moves. Aren't they cool!"

"Besides hosting, I always have to perform something at graduation banquets, and I figured singing wouldn't be very interesting."

"This game is incredibly popular right now; even the national television station has reported on it. I was thinking of adding some staff techniques to the game's animation to create something new."

Zhou Jinghua peeked at her son's forehead, where fine beads of sweat glistened and his face was slightly flushed. She felt both annoyed and amused, but ultimately let out a helpless sigh.

"You child, how old are you to still be playing with this! Be careful not to bump into anything, and don't disturb the downstairs neighbors. Go to bed early!"

She shook her head, taking it as her son's playful reaction to release the pressure after the college entrance examination.

Seeing his mother return to her room, Lin Yi's simple smile faded, and his eyes regained their clarity.

He picked up the simple long stick again and continued his seemingly clumsy practice.

Although he used a knife in his previous life, his skill level was high enough that using a staff to get through the initial stage was not a problem at all.

When it's inconvenient to obtain sharpened weapons, a staff is almost always the most reasonable and common high-powered melee weapon.

Every imperfect movement he makes now, every deliberate pause, is a seemingly logical foreshadowing of how he will be able to skillfully wield the heavy alloy staff and carry out efficient killings in the "race against time" a few days later.

A passionate young man obsessed with the "Monkey King" and secretly practicing staff techniques, driven by extreme fear and the instinct for survival, "unleashes" a combat potential far beyond that of ordinary people.

This logical chain must be subtly implanted in the minds of all possible bystanders before he officially appears on stage.

(End of this chapter)