Chapter 1457: An Apple

The war on the European continent is raging like a wildfire.

Many people need to cross the ocean to escape the chaos of war, and Britain is a good choice.

Although Britain is also involved in the war, it is far from the European continent and situated on the sea.

Even though war has broken out across all of Europe, the British mainland is the European country least affected.

It is not only Liu Zheng who has come to Europe for travel, but also Mo Chen and Hu Xi'er.

After the two left the Ottoman, they boarded a ship from France in Europe to head to Britain.

At this moment, the two of them, as if unrelated to the war, have arrived in the British countryside.

The British countryside has now entered late autumn, but it lacks the desolate autumn wind described by poets.

Instead, it has a bit more of a harvest atmosphere; for instance, the apple trees that seem to be seen everywhere in the countryside have long since borne bright, red, and fresh apples.

Hu Xi'er's beautiful, sparkling eyes catch sight of an apple tree by the roadside, and she looks at the solemn Mo Chen beside her with a crescent-moon smile, chuckling.

"Mo Chen, I want to eat an apple; will you help me pick one?"

Mo Chen glances at the young woman who interrupted his thoughts without much emotional fluctuation, and he takes a look at the apple tree by the roadside.

In his eyes, it towers into the clouds, and a bright red, dripping, mouth-watering apple hangs on the tree like a jewel in a crown.

He is merely a frail scholar from the Academy and has never climbed a tree.

Mo Chen says concisely: "Alright!"

Hu Xi'er feels a warmth in her heart as she watches Mo Chen walk over; Mo Chen is a bookworm whose mind is filled only with books.

If she hadn't dragged him out today, he would still be at home reading.

Asking him to climb a tree is meant to make this bookworm get some exercise.

Hu Xi'er purses her lips and giggles, secretly watching Mo Chen.

Yet she sees two people under the tree, one standing and one sitting, both of them there in a state of deep contemplation.

Hu Xi'er covers her mouth and chuckles; the tree does not look tall in her eyes, and if it were her, she would only need a light jump to pick that best-tasting apple on the tree.

Then split it in two and eat it.

Mo Chen, this bookworm, must not know how to climb a tree and must be thinking about how to climb it.

Time passes second by second.

Those two people are still there, one sitting on the ground and one standing under the tree.

Hu Xi'er hides behind, waiting anxiously, looking at Mo Chen angrily, wanting to ask him if he has figured out what to do.

Hu Xi'er holds back and does not run over to disturb him.

Time passes second by second.

The sun sets in the west!

Hu Xi'er puffs out her cheeks, staring with her beautiful eyes at Mo Chen, who is still standing in place without moving.

"Ahhhhh..." Hu Xi'er roars internally.

Her hair is messed up by her own hands, and looking at the motionless Mo Chen, she is about to have a breakdown, walking angrily in front of Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looks at his little girlfriend with puffed-out cheeks, reveals a gentle smile, and says: "Wait a little longer; according to my observation, the apple is about to fall."

Are you kidding me?

Hu Xi'er gives him a cold look, walks to the tree, and kicks it fiercely.

The apple tree feels the woman's anger and shakes violently twice; leaves dance in the air, and an apple falls from the tree.

Hu Xi'er snorts coldly: "Is it that fast?"

Mo Chen looks at the falling apple, beaming with joy.

But the next second, Mo Chen's face is filled with embarrassment.

With a bang.

The apple, as if it had been aimed long ago, lands accurately and without error on the head of the other person under the tree.

That person is stunned, and the apple rolls from his head into his hand.

Mo Chen steps forward, his body bent at ninety degrees, apologizing solemnly, speaking in authentic British language:

"I apologize to you on her behalf here."

"Could this brother please let me have this apple?"

That person ignores him.

Mo Chen maintains this posture for several seconds.

The scene is quite awkward, and the culprit of this incident stands to the side, enjoying the show; if there were a small stool, she would have sat down right then.

That person suddenly stares at Mo Chen's face with blood-red eyes and says calmly: "You say, why does an apple fall to the ground?"

Mo Chen is stunned, then expresses his own view: "Everything in the world, isn't it all like this?"

"Right, I know, so this is why!"

"Why does everything fall to the ground?"

"Is it because of weight?"

"But even the lightest feather eventually falls to the ground; why is this?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen's head booms, and his originally murky gaze becomes increasingly bright; that's right, why does everything fall to the ground?

The two engage in a heated discussion on this topic, completely forgetting that a beautiful woman is still standing to the side.

Hu Xi'er is slightly stunned.

"Mo Chen, what are you doing?"

Mo Chen and that person turn their heads to look at the woman who spoke, then turn their heads away again.

"Who is this woman? I see she looks very unhappy."

"My girlfriend, don't worry about her, let's continue."

"Oh, women only slow down my speed of thought; you're right, let's continue."

Hu Xi'er, standing to the side, heard this sentence, and her anger levels soared as her eyes twitched.

That guy Mo Chen!

Although Hu Xi'er was fuming, she did not pester him or get in his way.

She knew that this man was only at his most enthusiastic when discussing these kinds of things, and she sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

Just at this moment, Mo Chen stuffed an apple into Hu Xi'er's hand.

Hu Xi'er looked at the apple in her hand, slightly stunned.

She looked up at Mo Chen, only to find him engaged in a heated discussion with that stranger again, and the corners of Hu Xi'er's mouth lifted into a smile involuntarily.

"Brother, are you saying that there is an invisible force on the ground, and as long as an object falls, it will absolutely fall to the ground?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean." That person's eyes grew even brighter.

"You don't look like you're from around here; is it the same where you are from?" that person asked, puzzled.

Mo Chen nodded: "Yes, it has always been like that where we are from; we have even developed many strange yet very useful gadgets because of this characteristic."

"I see." That person's eyes dimmed; Britain had also used this characteristic to develop many things, but he had heard that Britain was a mysterious country in the East.

They only knew that it was so, but did not know why it was so.

"Speaking of which, in our Longyan, the first person to propose utilizing this characteristic to create things was our Chief Councilor, Liu Zheng."

Hearing this name, that person's eyes brightened a little again; perhaps this person named Liu Zheng could answer his confusion.

He excitedly grasped the hand of the man he had known for less than a day and asked: "Where is that person named Liu Zheng? He must be able to answer the problems we are currently encountering."

Mo Chen shook his head; he also did not know where Liu Zheng was right now.

"I don't know either, but I do know that Chief Councilor Liu Zheng left behind a Laboratory in Liangzhou, which contains a large amount of research."

That person's expression filled with longing; if there was a chance, he must go and see it.

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet; my name is Newton."