Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 192 - 191: Who’s Weak, Who’s Right? My Son Teaches You a Lesson with Physics!
In the courtyard,
everyone was staring at the massive figure that had crashed to the ground.
The next second.
"Oh my! Murder!"
Zhang Guilan didn’t get up.
She sat on the icy ground, slapping her own thighs with her hands, wailing like a pig being slaughtered.
"There’s no justice! The capitalist’s daughter killed someone!"
"Using her husband’s rank as a captain, she bullies us orphans and widows, trying to take the lives of our entire family!"
The voice was penetrating enough for half the courtyard to hear it.
Soon, the entrance of the Gu Family Courtyard was crowded with onlookers.
Some had just gotten off work, some were about to cook, each craning their necks to look inside.
When they saw Zhuangzhuang covered in mud and with a marked face, and Zhang Guilan sitting on the ground kicking up a fuss, the tide began to turn.
"What’s going on here?"
"Oh my, how did the child end up like this?"
"What’s Lin Wan Yi doing, getting into it with a child?"
Zhang Guilan saw more people gathering and cried even harder.
She pointed a snotty, tearful finger at Lin Wan Yi.
"It was her! This heartless woman! Disliking my grandson, she tricked him into coming here to beat him up!"
She then pointed at Gu Lan.
"And this little wretch! Took up a rolling pin to beat my grandson to death!"
Lastly, her finger nastily pointed at the two quiet babies in the stroller.
"And those two brats! I think they’re possessed! They’re a jinx!"
"All day not saying a word, their eyes staring straight at people, my grandson must have been cursed by them to fall!"
"An idiot! A mute! Two freaks!"
With those words, even Gu Lan was shaking with anger.
Lin Wan Yi, however, didn’t move.
She didn’t even glance at Zhang Guilan.
She turned around, walked over to the stroller.
Kneeling down, she gently touched Gu Ning’s head.
Gu Ning, who was just in tears like a pear blossom in the rain, stopped crying in an instant.
She lifted her big, round eyes and looked at Lin Wan Yi.
Then, she stretched out her chubby little finger.
Pointing to the patch of muddied strawberry on the ground.
Then pointed to Zhuangzhuang’s mouth covered in red juice.
Finally, her little hand touched her flat little belly, her little mouth quivered, making a pitiful, hungry expression.
The whole action was seamless.
Without saying a word.
Yet clearer than any accusation.
Everyone present understood.
Stealing food.
It turns out it was stealing food.
Lin Wan Yi stood up, her gaze calmly swept across every person at the doorway.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"We all have eyes to see."
Her voice wasn’t loud, yet it made all the noise quiet down.
"The door to my courtyard was locked all afternoon."
"I’d like to ask, how did a six-year-old child get into my locked courtyard?"
One question.
The audience was in an uproar.
"Right, the door was locked, I saw it when I passed by."
"Then this child... climbed over the wall?"
"Oh my god, at six years old, daring to climb into someone else’s yard to steal?"
The shift in public opinion turned 180 degrees.
Breaking into private property and stealing, this is a completely different nature!
Zhang Guilan’s face turned red and white.
She scrambled up from the ground, arguing irrationally.
"So what if he climbed the wall? The child doesn’t know better! He’s still young!"
"He just came in to play! Do you have to strike so hard?!"
"Setting a trap for a six-year-old! Your hearts are black!"
Lin Wan Yi seemed to have heard something funny.
"Strike hard?"
She pointed to the book she was holding in her arms, "I just got back from school."
Then pointed to the direction of the kitchen, "Gu Lan was just in the kitchen making formula."
Her gaze finally fell on Zhang Guilan’s face, tinged with cold mockery.
"So, can you tell me, who is the one that struck?"
"Is it these two you mentioned..."
"Who can barely walk, can’t speak clearly ’idiots’ and ’mutes’?"
"Is it your so-called child prodigy grandson who supposedly can recite 300 Tang poems from memory, beaten up like this by my two six-month-old children?"
Those words, like a loud slap.
Landing hard on Zhang Guilan’s face.
Among the crowd at the entrance, someone couldn’t hold back and let out a snicker.
Followed by an uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahaha, the six-year-old prodigy beaten by six-month-old babies?"
"If this gets around, how can Zhuangzhuang face the big courtyard again?"
"This is truly the funniest joke of the year!"
Zhang Guilan’s face turned as red as liver.
She admits Zhuangzhuang fell on his own, which means conceding that her grandson is a thief, and a clumsy one at that.
If she doesn’t admit it, then her grandson is a wastrel beaten to the ground by two babies!
This is a dead end!
No matter how she chooses, it’s like throwing her own face on the ground for everyone to trample!
"It’s you! It’s you!"
Zhang Guilan, backed into a corner, could only stubbornly hold on to Gu Lan.
"It’s you, you little brat! You hold a grudge in your heart! You deliberately scattered marbles on the ground! It’s a trap!"
"I saw it! It was you!"
Gu Lan was almost in tears from anger, "I didn’t!"
Just then.
Gu An, who had been silent all along, moved.
He sat up slowly in the stroller.
Then, in front of everyone, picked up a glass marble by his feet.
The courtyard instantly became quiet.
Everyone’s gaze was focused on this delicate boy.
Gu An had no expression.
He didn’t throw it with his hand.
He simply crawled to a spot under the veranda and lightly set the glass marble on the slightly sloped ground.
"Roll roll..."
The marble rolled out by itself.
Its path drew a slight arc.
Finally, precisely stopping in front of that muddy patch of strawberry.
Exactly where Zhuangzhuang had fallen.
A collective intake of breath came from the crowd.
Gu An ignored them.
He picked up the second one.
Placed it at the same starting position.
"Roll roll..."
The marble rolled along almost the exact same path as the first, reaching the same endpoint.
The third.
The fourth.
Each time, it was the same.
This wasn’t a trap.
It was clearly just utilizing the natural slope of the ground, an unconscious game of a child!
The truth, obvious without words.
Zhuangzhuang had run too fast himself and slipped on it!
Zhang Guilan opened her mouth, but not a word came out.
Her face stung painfully hot.
Like she had been slapped left and right dozens of times.
Amid this peak awkward silence.
At the entrance of the courtyard, suddenly a robust voice rang out.
"What’s all the noise! What kind of spectacle is this gathering around!"
The crowd automatically parted to open a path.
It was Professor Wang.
Beside him was the hot-tempered physics luminary, Professor Liu.
Professor Wang saw the mess in the courtyard, his brow furrowed tightly.
Professor Liu, however, didn’t look at the people.
His gaze was instantly drawn to the scattered glass marbles on the ground and the path Gu An had just demonstrated.
He abruptly pushed aside the people around him, rushing in a few steps.
Like Columbus discovering a new continent, he squatted straight down.
Fingers pointing along the ground, muttering to himself.
"Not right..."
"This initial release point..."
"This rolling path..."
He abruptly raised his head, his old eyes bursting with a frightening light, staring intently at Lin Wan Yi.
"This isn’t a coincidence!"
"This is the minimum potential energy path calculated precisely from point A to B!"
"Who did this?!"
