It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Author: LCD Liquid Crystal Liquid

Summary:

In 1666, in a garden, under an apple tree, Newton was reading. Suddenly, a man appeared out of nowhere, delivering a devastating blow. Newton: "?" Li Cheng: "Hmm... If I said I was your fiancé, here to surprise you, would you believe me?" ————ps1: Alternate history. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. ps2: New author, new book, please be lenient. ps3: konodio! (Read along with the book title)

Chapter One: First Meeting

Li Cheng opened his eyes from his eternal slumber and found himself surrounded by nothingness and darkness, with only an excessively handsome man standing in front of him.

"who are you?"

Li Cheng paused for a second, then asked, "Where is this?"

“Who I am doesn’t matter, where I am doesn’t matter,” the man said. “What matters is that you are dead.”

"I am dead?"

"Yes, you're dead," the man said firmly, then suddenly changed his tone, asking in a seductive voice, "Do you want to live?"

"miss you!"

Li Cheng acted abruptly, completely opposite to his behavior when he first regained consciousness. He rushed forward and hurriedly hugged the person in front of him, shouting, "Please don't go back on your word! I'm willing, I'm willing to do anything!"

Although the current situation is a bit strange, Li Cheng, who has read countless novel plots, still accurately recognizes the situation... It's obvious that a big shot wants to take him to the top, so it would be strange if he didn't agree.

"...Let go."

"I won't let you go! Unless you promise to let me live."

"Okay, I promise you."

The man's eyelids twitched violently: "Do me a favor, and I'll promise to bring you back to life."

"What is it?" Li Cheng asked, looking up.

"Go through another world first," the man said. "You can live however you want, as long as you live out your life. Then you can be resurrected."

Li Cheng was somewhat incredulous: "It's that simple? I don't have to do anything? Then I might as well just commit suicide on the spot?"

"It's that simple. Theoretically, committing suicide would also fulfill my request." The man paused, considering his words. "If you really want an explanation, you can think of this as a... real-life event."

Live footage? That's a kind of perverse sense of humor that's hard for humans to understand, but the conditions are certainly quite favorable.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Li Cheng nodded and said, "Okay, I agree. So where do I want to travel to? Wasteland? Magic? Interstellar space? Or a horse made of battle qi?"

“I don’t know either.” The man shrugged, a smile spreading across his face. “And that’s part of the fun.”

"By the way, it's best to live a more exciting life; there's an extra reward for that."

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August 7, 1666

Woolsthorpe, Lincolnshire, England.

A girl with radiant blonde hair walks into her own garden, carrying a book.

Her name was Isaac Newton.

Newton was an absolute prodigy. At the age of 16, she not only entered Cambridge University but also skipped grades, potentially setting a new record for the lowest graduation age at Cambridge.

Unfortunately, it was only a possibility. In this era of gender liberation, her mentor was a pedantic old man with deep prejudices against women.

Newton knew that unless she completed a groundbreaking paper, she would not be able to graduate on time.

"Ugh."

With a deep sigh, Newton casually picked a pleasing apple tree in the garden, sat cross-legged in its shade, and opened the book he had brought with him, "The Heliocentric Theory."

She loved the book, especially admiring the author Copernicus's rebellion against tradition.

The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the girl's golden curls and focused face, creating a beautiful summer scene.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

Above the apple tree where Newton sat, a branch that had been bearing too much weight could no longer support the weight it shouldn't have had at its age and broke.

A bright red apple detached from the branch that had nurtured it for months and fell straight down under the influence of gravity—its destined destination being the forehead of the blonde girl in the center of the summer scene.

However, things being that simple would be far too boring.

Just as a sharp blow was about to strike the girl's forehead, the bright red apple suddenly flashed with a white light and transformed into a young man in mid-air.

For Miss Newton, there is now good news and bad news... no, perhaps two pieces of bad news.

The first piece of bad news is that the girl won't be hit by apples anymore.

The second piece of bad news is that this petite 16-year-old girl will be hit by a 66-kilogram, 176-centimeter-tall adult male.

boom!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

As Li Cheng, whose plane had crashed, tried to get up, he muttered, "That damn weirdo, he actually teleported me into the air, ouch ouch ouch... wait, it doesn't seem to hurt that much?"

It seemed that something soft cushioned his fall, which slowed the impact of his descent; he was lucky.

"That's because you pressed down on me!"

"Hmm? The cushion made a sound?"

"Who's the cushion?!"

An enraged Isaac Newton unleashed a power beyond his usual strength, and with a single jack, he forced Li Cheng, the unexpected visitor, aside.

After regaining his balance, he looked at the foreign girl who had suddenly appeared in front of him and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

"That's what I should be asking you! This is my home!"

Miss Newton was furious; she had been falsely accused before she even knew it: "My name is Isaac Newton, and I warn you, if you don't tell me why you're here within a minute, I'll call for help!"

Isaac Newton?

This familiar name made Li Cheng think.

Could it be Isaac Newton, the author of *Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy*, who laid the foundation for classical mechanics? Did I travel back to the 17th century? — Obviously not! Newton was a man, and this is a woman!

Li Cheng asked, "Don't rush to call for help, let me ask you a question first... What year is it this year?"

A modern person would probably retort, "Did you time travel?" and go back in time. Unfortunately, Miss Newton, born in the 17th century, found the question absurd. She said, "Did you fall and become stupid? It's 1666 now!"

1666? Holy crap, that's a female version of Newton... Whatever, whatever, let that weirdo turn Newton upside down, it's none of my business.

After processing his current emotions, Li Cheng looked around at his surroundings.

This is a tranquil garden. In the garden, there is an apple tree. Under the apple tree stands a ridiculous version of Newton who, due to some uncontrollable force, was turned into a female version of himself in the womb because a Y chromosome was shifted to an X chromosome. He is looking at him with a gaze that is both wary and suspicious.

Garden, apple tree, Newton, 1666... ​​Four subtle keywords swirled together in Li Cheng's mind, and he felt his DNA stirring.

By this time, Newton's patience had run out. She tried to put on a stern expression and said coquettishly, "Playing dumb won't work. If you don't explain why you broke into my house, I'll call someone to arrest you."

Li Cheng had already figured out what he should do to alleviate the current situation.

He stared straight at Newton and said in a seemingly casual tone, "Do you want to know why I fell from the tree?"

"You dare ask me that?" Newton was amused and annoyed. "Are you sent by that old man Hope to assassinate me, this immature little girl who might bring shame to Cambridge College?"

What the heck? That's a lot of information.

Li Cheng cursed inwardly and quickly said, "No, that's not what I meant—I meant, do you want to know why I fell from a high place to a low place, instead of falling from a low place to a high place?"

"Looks like you've really lost your mind from the fall." Newton seemed to have given up, and she bent down to pick up the book that had fallen to the ground. "Things naturally fall from high places to low places...wait?"

Newton stopped mid-sentence, frowning as he fell into thought.

"Smart people really do understand things instantly..." Li Cheng thought to himself, and continued, "Many things are taken for granted, but what principles are behind them?"

Why does water flow from high to low?

Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west because the Earth is constantly rotating."

Newton answered quickly.

She tucked the copy of "Heliocentrism" under her arm, regaining a sense of intellectual superiority.

However, Li Cheng's new knowledge tactics proved very effective, and Newton's opinion of the mysterious man before him changed. It seemed that the man was no longer an impolite uninvited guest, but a philosopher who thought about everything in life and whose behavior was only slightly eccentric.

Li Cheng's quick conversation was successful, and he pressed his advantage, asking, "Since you know that the Earth is constantly rotating, do you know why?"

"you know?"

Newton looked on with skepticism—in her mind, the mysteries of the stars were knowledge that only the most outstanding scholars could explore.

Anyway, it's not like the Earth wants to be sunk... Li Cheng glanced at the Heliocentric Theory that Newton was holding under his arm and chuckled, "Of course I know, but before that, I'd like to get to know it again."

He extended his right hand, making a handshake gesture.

Li Cheng pondered for a moment: "My name is... Albert Lee. It's an honor to meet you."

Chapter Two: The Script Is Wrong

What does it mean to live a fulfilling life?

Is it to fight to the death with enemies in the business and political arenas, ultimately gaining immense power and wealth? Or is it to rely on learning from (or copying) others, leaving a mark on the world's literary history? Or is it to promote advanced ideas, accelerate the historical process, and let the red color fill the land?

Yes, not right.

Li Cheng believes that "interesting" best describes the "exciting aspect of life" of that man with a perverse sense of humor.

As an alternative to Apple, the theory of universal gravitation inspired Isaac Newton, who missed both opportunities and opportunities. It is undoubtedly a very interesting thing to have made friends with this famous great man in advance.

On another note, following this line of thought, what if we directly [beep] Newton? Would that also fit the definition of a perverse sense of humor...? Li Cheng glanced at Miss Newton, who was hesitating whether to shake hands, and immediately gave up on the idea.

Neither protruding in the front nor upturned in the back, how ridiculous!

"I'd rather not shake hands; I can't trust you yet." Newton ultimately chose not to extend his hand. "My name is Isaac Newton, as you already know."

She remained fundamentally vigilant and was not overwhelmed by her thirst for knowledge.

"If Miss Newton doesn't want to, then let's continue with our previous topic."