It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

?

Hook rubbed his eyes and looked carefully before he could finally see clearly.

The drawing depicts a distorted, chaotic entity whose shape cannot be accurately described, filled with a sense of darkness and depravity. Furthermore, its bizarre body is surrounded by countless wildly growing black tentacles, its grotesque appearance suggesting it might break through the dimensional barrier and cross into reality at any moment.

"......What's this?"

Hook asked, bewildered.

"Curly-haired pig, my pet in Lincolnshire."

Newton, completely lacking any sense of self-awareness as a painter with a "soul," instead asked Hooke for his opinion with a touch of self-satisfaction and a hint of pride: "How is my drawing skill?"

"Curly-haired pig...?"

Hook's expression twisted briefly, but he quickly regained his composure.

She turned to Harley, who was watching the scene with satisfaction, unaware of what was happening, and said expressionlessly, "I've changed my mind. I will not agree to the Royal Society helping this golden dwarf. You'd better take her away now."

Chapter 110 Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

"Gold... blond shorty?"

Newton was struck dumb, and stood there for a moment.

Harley, who was not far away, noticed that something was wrong and quickly came over to smooth things over: "Wait a minute, you two, there must be some misunderstanding! Let's calm down, everything can be discussed!"

"Misunderstand?"

Hook glanced at the black sphere waving its tentacles on the canvas, immediately turned his head away in disgust, and then stated bluntly, "Harley, you can come and see for yourself this blond dwarf's 'amazing' work, and you'll understand that there's no misunderstanding."

Although Ms. Hook values ​​painting, it shouldn't have provoked such a strong reaction just because her paintings are a bit ugly.

With a sense of doubt, Harley looked at the easel.

The drawing depicts a distorted, chaotic entity whose shape cannot be accurately described, filled with a sense of darkness and depravity. Furthermore, its bizarre body is surrounded by countless wildly growing black tentacles, its grotesque appearance suggesting it might break through the dimensional barrier and cross into reality at any moment.

Just looking at this painting, she had the illusion of being in a vast starry sky, enveloped by endless darkness.

"what is this?"

She felt a little dizzy, and an expression of shock appeared on her face: "Could it be some kind of undiscovered celestial body?"

"Ask her yourself."

Hook curled his lip in disgust, not wanting to make any further comments.

Harley turned his gaze to the side: "Newton?"

Miss Newton was right next to her. She remembered Halley's advice and didn't explode on the spot, but she was in a sullen and suffocating state.

Upon hearing Harley's question, she gave the same answer as before: "Curly-haired pig."

Curly-haired pig?

Harley found it hard to associate curly-haired pigs with this dizzying sight before him.

She quickly recalled the Curly-haired pig in her mind—it seemed to be a specialty of Lincolnshire, a type of pig that looked a lot like a sheep, ate fruit, and was quite cute. Moreover, because their thick curly wool helped them survive the cold winters in the north, they were exported in large quantities to Northern Europe by farmers.

"..."

Halley felt there was still a chance to salvage the situation, and she said, "Miss Hooker, this is just a drawing, and Newton didn't do it on purpose."

"Just painting?"

Hook's voice rose eight octaves: "Harley, if it were someone else saying that instead of you, I would kick him out of here immediately!"

"I'm so sorry."

Halley realized that her remarks had been somewhat problematic due to the influence of Newton's indescribable painting, and quickly apologized: "I didn't mean it. I understand that you value painting as much as I value astronomy and mathematics."

“Okay, that’s enough for today,” Hook said.

"what?"

Harley looked troubled. "But Miss Hook, you promised me..."

"Yes, I did promise..."

Hook lowered his head and pondered.

Harley nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you promised me before..."

"Okay then."

Hook raised his head and said calmly, "How about I agree if she shouts three times, 'I'm a blonde dwarf who knows nothing about painting and only knows how to waste paint and paper'?"

Harley hesitated.

"You're dreaming!"

Newton, unable to contain himself any longer, roared in anger.

Harley also felt this was inappropriate and said, "Miss Hook, this is really..."

"sorry."

Just then, Hooke suddenly bent down to Newton and said sincerely, "I shouldn't call you a blond dwarf, I should call you a blond giant."

"To express my apology, Miss Blonde Giant, all you have to do is shout, 'I am a blonde giant who knows nothing about painting and only knows how to waste paint and paper.'"

"Is this alright, Miss Blonde Giant?"

click-

Something in Newton's brain, the thread of reason, seemed to snap. She lunged forward, grabbed Hooker by the collar, and shook him violently: "You bastard! You're the first person to dare mock me like that!!!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you used to live on a deserted island and this is your first time in human society."

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

“Newton, calm down!” Halley hugged Newton from behind. “Miss Hooker has been ill for many years and is in very poor health.”

"I think she's mentally ill!"

Newton roared, his hands still moving.

“The blonde giant lady is right, I am indeed sick.”

"Hook suddenly said, as his collar was grabbed."

Eh?

Halley and Newton simultaneously stopped what they were doing, turned their gazes, and looked at Hooker in shock.

"And it's also related to the brain."

Faced with the simultaneous gazes of the two, Hook calmly said, "To be more precise, it's lovesickness."

lovesickness?

Harley's mind immediately began to wander, recalling and checking off the men Hooker might have come into contact with on a daily basis, with a particular focus on members of the Royal Society.

However, the more Harley investigated, the more puzzled he became.

Because in her memory, Hook never seemed to show any courtesy to any man, so he was quite respectful to Chairman Boyle—but the problem is, Chairman Boyle already has two children!

Seemingly noticing Harley's confusion, Hook added, "Not male."

Not male?!

Harley was even more shocked, but this time she hid her expression well.

Newton simply gave him a disdainful look: "You're definitely out of your mind."

"So what disease do you have? A blond giant who's only 1.5 meters tall?" Hook feigned confusion, gesturing to the top of his own head and then to Newton's. "Why am I taller than giants? Am I standing on their shoulders?"

"you......"

Newton gritted his teeth, wanting to use his fists to make the other person understand that she was just a little bit late in developing.

"Ahem... Miss Hook, have you ever confessed your feelings to someone you like?"

Harley skillfully changed the subject between the two.

"No, I don't have the courage. That person is too popular, and I don't have the confidence to have a special place in their heart."

After answering, Hook suddenly asked, "Harley, are you very disgusted by my unusual feelings?"

"I do not have."

Harley sensed something was wrong and quickly assured him, "As long as it's true love, as long as it doesn't bother others or break the law, gender is not an obstacle at all—Miss Hook, please tell me her name, and I will certainly offer some assistance."

After hearing Halley's assurance, Hook's pale face showed a rare blush of joy, but he still seemed a little incredulous.

So she asked, "Can you swear an oath?"

"of course."

Harley immediately raised his right hand: "With God as my witness, I swear I will not discriminate against Miss Hook's emotional problems and will do everything in my power to help."

Chapter 111 The Most Perfect Way of Communication

After Harley raised his hand to swear, he suddenly tensed up, realizing that this might be the first time Hook had talked to someone about his unique hobbies.

In her somewhat vague memory, Hook was an extremely arrogant and aloof woman who would refuse all advances and dance invitations from men at parties, and would directly use very sharp words to satirize people or things she disliked.

But setting aside these characteristics, Hooker easily attracts the attention of people meeting her for the first time because her usual haughty and indifferent eyes, pale to the point of being sickly, slender to the point of being frail, and reserved talent give her a mysterious and special aura.

She was incredibly learned, with expertise in music, astronomy, art, geography... she was practically inhuman, and was once praised by President Boyle as 'London's Leonardo da Vinci'.

Drawing is one of Hooke's particular strengths, which is perfectly demonstrated in his book "Micrographics," published last year. The book contains 58 exquisite and detailed drawings that provide an unprecedentedly clear and beautiful record and explanation, and it also pioneered the use of drawing, the most powerful communication tool, in the scientific community for explanation and communication.

But this same Hooker actually confessed to people that he was attracted to women...

Harley recalled the first time she met Hook.

She was a sophomore at the time, working part-time as Framsted's assistant at the Greenwich Observatory.

By chance, Hook, who was not yet famous, came to the observatory to observe the stars. Halley inadvertently observed the celestial trajectories that she had drawn on paper and was amazed by them.

After a brief exchange, Halley felt that Hook was a very promising talent, so he often wrote to Hook to share his astronomical knowledge; in return, Hook would make a copy of the star map he drew and send it to Halley in his letters.

......

Harley snapped out of his brief reverie.

At this moment, Newton also recovered from his shock and said arrogantly, "Don't think I'll keep this a secret. I'm going to put your hobby in the newspaper and let everyone know that you're a pervert who likes women."