It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Ultimately, it turned out that Halley was very competent in his role as an assistant, and his proximity to the director gave him the advantage of gaining valuable experience, which ultimately enabled him to write a paper on the solar system and sunspots.

The situation is the same now.

Halley had already confirmed that Newton was a brilliant genius for whom she could set aside her little sense of shame, and through her extensive interpersonal experience during their brief encounters, she determined that Newton was the kind of person who could be easily won over if the right approach was taken.

"You're so annoying!"

As the one being relentlessly pursued, Newton was both ashamed and angry, but she couldn't break free with her small arms and legs.

What will it take for you to let go?

She gave up physical resistance and instead questioned Harley with considerable annoyance.

Harley felt the struggle lessen, so he looked up at him earnestly and said, "Your talent shouldn't be buried. I won't let go until you promise to publish these papers!"

"I refuse!"

Newton flatly refused.

Harley didn't say anything, just lowered his head and hugged himself tighter.

Actually, this was the first time Harley had ever done something like physically clinging to someone's leg. She was just too anxious at the time, and Newton's petite figure made her less resistant to it; instead, she found it strangely amusing.

Even seeing Newton's embarrassed, angry, and helplessly frustrated appearance, Harley felt a sense of "how cute" and couldn't help but playfully scratch the delicate skin on the inside of Newton's thigh with his finger.

"Mmm—"

Touching his sensitive area, Newton shuddered as if struck by lightning, then, shocked by Halley's actions, asked, "W-what are you doing?!"

Harley looked up and blinked innocently: "What's wrong?"

"..."

Unable to determine whether the other party was acting intentionally or not, Newton angrily shouted at Halley, "Will you let go or not?!"

"Don't let it go!"

"To let them go or not!"

"I really won't let go!"

"good very good."

Newton, perhaps amused or annoyed, retorted: "Then don't blame me for kicking you out!"

Harley sensed something was wrong and realized he might have misjudged the situation.

Perhaps Newton's previous promises gave her a false impression, or perhaps Halley subjectively believed that Newton's refusal to publish his papers was simply due to the hassle or lack of money. Therefore, she thought that this sincere approach of currying favor with someone powerful could change Newton's mind.

Seeing that Newton was preparing to expel her, Halley immediately changed his tactics.

'I need to salvage this situation quickly...'

With that in mind, after a brief assessment, Harley concluded that Newton might be the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force, and finally decided to use tears as her trump card to redeem herself from her previous abruptness.

'Think back to the sad things'

Harley's brain raced: 'Think of my beloved grandma's Persian cat, which died from overeating... No, let's try something else. This makes me want to laugh... Ah, I've got it! Remember when we suddenly announced a change to the exam questions for my freshman year finals, forcing me to stay up all night studying...'

'Staying up all night is bad enough, but the worst part is I still failed the exam!'

This tactic proved very effective. Harley was overcome with grief, and his brown eyes gradually became tinged with a crystalline color.

Newton was startled by Halley's change, and her voice softened: "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

At this moment, Harley was more and more heartbroken, and tears were falling like raindrops, soaking Newton's thighs, the wet and cool touch spreading all the way down.

"No, don't really cry!"

Seeing that Halley was really crying, Newton began to panic and felt a little helpless.

"sorry."

Harley took the opportunity to release his grip on Newton's leg, stepped back, and sobbed, "I'm so sorry, I was too willful and caused you trouble."

“But… but I really feel sorry for you. If it were you, you would definitely have shone brightly.” Harley wiped away his tears and turned to look around the small storeroom. “Instead of being stuck in this tiny house.”

"I sincerely hope that your talent can be properly recognized by the world."

"Forehead......"

Seeing that Halley simply wanted to help her, Newton softened his stance and was no longer as adamant in his opposition as he had initially.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Even though you say that, I..."

"If it's a money issue, don't worry. I can pay for the publication for you. I still have some savings at home."

Harley quickly replied.

She was born into a wealthy family in Shoreditch, London, and never had to worry about money—although her father’s soap business had recently run into some trouble, it was said to be minor, as the new competitors hadn’t completely wiped her out, and her father was trying his best to learn from and imitate them.

"It's not about money, I..."

"If there are any difficulties, I will do my best to help!" Harley patted his chest and promised.

"..."

Seeing that the other party had said that, Newton was too embarrassed to say that it was a psychological trauma she had suffered from back then, and the person who caused the psychological trauma was still in prison.

"Is that not allowed...?"

Seeing that Newton was still hesitant, Halley pitifully raised his head, tears seemingly about to well up in his eyes again.

At the same time, she went on to paint a rosy picture of the future: "I think if you can publish all your findings, you will definitely become the greatest scientist, become the president of the Royal Society, and maybe even the chancellor of Oxford University!"

Ok?

The Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University?

Newton suddenly thought of a certain despicable Cambridge principal, and a thought struck him: it seemed rather interesting.

"Cough cough."

Miss Newton coughed twice, crossed her arms, and said, seemingly reluctantly, "Hmph, since you're begging me like this, I'll reluctantly agree."

Chapter 105 The Reasons for Staying Home for Half a Year

Thanks to Halley's exceptional communication skills, Newton agreed to publish the paper.

Halley then said he had a way to contact people in the Royal Society and that by leveraging the Society’s influence, he could ensure that Newton’s paper would be free from questioning and harassment by unknown individuals and thus be more authoritative.

Although this man is a bit strange, he is still a good person... Thinking this, Newton readily agreed to Halley's suggestion.

After spending half a day tidying up the scattered draft papers, Newton took Freya to the address Halley had left for her, and locked the door properly.

If Mr. Li comes back...

Before leaving, Freya remembered this possibility. Although she thought it was unlikely, she still left a note in the room.

......

Let's put Newton's wondrous adventures aside for now.

221 Baker Street.

After a moment of existential doubt, Li Cheng found the note left by Freya.

After learning that the two had gone to see their new acquaintance Harley, his doubts lessened slightly, but he still felt extremely annoyed.

Just then, Grandma Mary from next door came to visit—the same Grandma Mary who had lent Li Cheng the ladder. Since that incident, the neighbors had been visiting each other frequently and had a very good relationship.

Even Newton had a very good impression of this gentle old lady.

Although, according to Grandma Mary in private, the main reason she came so often was that Miss Newton gave her the feeling of seeing her granddaughter who had gone out of town... Li Cheng's expression was very subtle when he learned the truth.

Upon hearing about Li Cheng's plight, the elderly woman, who was over 60 years old, warmly invited him to her home to have dinner with her and her husband.

Li Cheng readily agreed.

Grandma Mary's cooking skills are actually quite superb. Although the appearance is a bit like a culinary disaster, the taste is actually very good. Freya often goes to her to learn from her.

"Cough, cough, cough cough cough cough!"

Halfway through the meal, Grandma Mary's husband suddenly started coughing violently.

Are you alright?

Li Cheng inquired.

"It's nothing, I just caught a bit of a cold because I didn't cover myself with a blanket last night."

Grandma Mary's husband waved his hand.

This was just a brief interlude, but it subtly reminded Li Cheng of one thing: the pharmaceutical field must be taken seriously.

If he wants to live a long and peaceful life in this era, antibiotics are essential. No one can guarantee that they will never get sick in their lifetime, and most minor illnesses that seemed insignificant in his previous life—such as pneumonia—had a very high mortality rate in the days before antibiotics.

Among antibiotics, penicillin is the most readily available.

In nature, molds are extremely widespread. If you are patient enough to scrape and culture them from all possible sources such as old clothes, fruits, and coins, you can quickly find Penicillium molds that can produce antibiotics.

After that... well, Li Cheng didn't know what to do.

The Penicillium secretions that Penicillium produces cannot be used directly; they must be processed. Otherwise, the toxic side effects could be fatal.

But if you're really pushed to the limit, it's not like you can't just make do...

Thinking this way, Li Cheng planned to have someone tinker with it when he had time later—if he could make it in his previous life, why couldn't he make it in this world by throwing money and manpower at it? Besides, the pharmaceutical industry is also a very profitable one, so there was no need to worry about losing money.

......

evening.

In September, the sun's direct rays are located north of the equator, resulting in longer days and shorter nights.

After resolving the dinner issue, Li Cheng sat in the still brightly lit room, gazing at the London map laid out on the desk, planning his schedule for the coming period.

The most pressing issue is housing.

Li Cheng has now established himself in London, with a stable business and a bright future, a group of employees who can support him, and a powerful backer whose reputation he has built up to a friendly level.

Therefore, a stable place to live is necessary.

It's not that Newton's house is unstable, it's just that it's too small. It would be very inappropriate for guests to visit in the future.

Moreover, Freya was the only one doing the work, although she was indeed very capable. But today, Newton somehow ended up in a very awkward situation after taking Freya out for a few days.

"Which area should I rent a place in..." he murmured.