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A strong rhythm started to play.

There was a long prelude.

Shawn began to dance by himself.

He was so excited that he took off his clothes again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Girls all over the world screamed.

Not just the girls, even the boys were screaming.

When Michael was famous, he had a move that was known all over the world. He swayed his hips rhythmically while touching his crotch.

With just this move, countless women fainted.

Many men envied him.

Shawn was currently naked. To the beat of the strong music, his movements and gyrating were not only shaking his hips up and down...

"Oh my God! I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy."

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The women on the spaceships all over the world went crazy.

"Ah! I want to give birth to a monkey for the Ball Owner. I will give birth to as many as he wants me to. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to faint."

"Oh my God, this is too sensual... My heart can't take it anymore."

"This is definitely the performance of the century. It's even more powerful than Michael's dance. His imitation has surpassed the original!! Oh my God, I'm going crazy."

"Look at Mr. Shawn's limbs. Every limb's movement is just right. Oh my God, how can there be such a perfect man in this world?"

In the spaceship, people from all over the world were shouting.

The comments section exploded. People weren't posting comments anymore.

All of them were sending excited voice messages.

All of them were filled with the sounds of screaming women.

Finally, Shawn started to sing.

When he first opened his mouth, everyone was a little worried.

Such an awesome dance, if the voice did not match, it would be a huge disappointment.

However, the moment Shawn opened his mouth, the world was not disappointed.

"Oh my God!"

"It's perfect!"

"Are the officials of the United States Census Bureau all sh*t eaters? They had actually left such a heavenly king on Earth?"

"Oh my God, the Ball Owner is such a genius. My heart can't take it anymore. Can someone help me report to the medbay?"

Shawn's voice was almost a perfect replica of the original artist.

His dance moves were even better. Everything was laid bare to the entire world.

When it was finally time for Shawn to do the moonwalk, everyone was giddy with anticipation.

"Oh my God, now, I finally, finally, know why some people faint from chasing after stars. I understand now because my wife has already fainted."

"Doctor, doctor, quickly come to spaceship 456, Room 878. My wife was so excited that she fainted."

"The Ball Owner is not human, the Ball Owner is an alien. Otherwise, how could he be so perfect? This song, even as a man, listening to it makes my blood boil."

"I'm thirsty, tired, drink the red can..."

"This year, I won't accept gifts during the festival... I only accept gifts..."

These business opportunists naturally wouldn't let go of such a huge amount of traffic.

However, for the first time, no one criticized them. Everyone's attention was on Shawn.

"The Ball Owner's moonwalk is the peak of perfection, isn't it? It looks extremely natural without any awkwardness. In fact, I feel that he's even better than Michael Jackson."

"What do you mean, better than Michael? It's just ok."

The music stopped. People couldn't stop shouting crazily

"Shawn!"

"Shawn!"

"Shawn!"

Shawn enjoyed dancing. Since he had come out to play, he would enjoy himself to the fullest. For some reason, he felt like he was on the biggest stage in the world. Below the stage were his fans. After listening to his songs, they all went crazy.

Shawn ordered all kinds of songs.

In English.

In French.

In Russian.

In German.

In Japanese.

He chose a few songs for each language. He would listen to them once over then stand up to perform them.

An hour later.

All the people in the spaceships and all the high-level officials.

There was complete silence.

That man not only danced well and sang like a god but he also knew many languages...

During this super concert, some people had fainted due to excitement. There was even a near-death experience.

The number of people who fainted rose from one to over 100,000.

There was a moment of silence on the public screen.

India: "Other people sing for money but is this man singing to save his life?"

These words seemed to have ignited a nuclear bomb.

"Ah San, go to Hell..."

"Ah San, go to Hell..."

..

Can you imagine? The hundreds of millions of comments were all scolding Ah San, and they were all in the form of voice notes.

"I'll punch Ah San if I meet him in the future. Don't hold me back."

"Cancel Ah San."

...

On the command ship in India, all the leaders had ugly expressions on their faces.

"It seems like we've gone too far this time? Nothing will happen to us, right?"

The person who had just commented was India's prime minister, Timor.

Ever since the global live broadcast of Shawn's program had started, India had gone against the flow of public opinion and constantly made some comments to divert the flow of conversation.

This tactic had indeed been very effective. India did not do any advertising, yet they had garnered more global attention.

Now though, they have seemed to have triggered the anger of people from all over the world.

"Prime Minister, don't worry about it. Those trolls are garnering the highest amount of traffic. Just keep going at it as hard as you wish."

Timor looked at the senior advisors of his country standing in front of him and frowned. "Mr. Hardeep, is this okay?"

"It's okay. We will keep garnering traffic if people keep scrutinizing us. President Timor, you should be more aggressive."

Timor nodded and opened his laptop. There were dozens of accounts on it.

He was afraid of being banned by the system.

It was not like such a thing has never been done before

Timor typed out a line. His hands trembled as he tapped the send button.

"Ball Owner is singing a farewell song? Are the citizens of Earth going to die? The Ball Owner needs to pay with his life. Ball Owner has murdered someone."

Timor naturally received hundreds of millions of curses in return.

As a veteran in advertising, he excitedly turned on his computer. All sorts of Twitter posts, all sorts of online advertisements began to manipulate the direction of public opinion.

It was indeed the terrifying flow of traffic he had imagined. It kept increasing at a rapid rate.

On the public chatroom displayed on the public screens, there were tens of billions of curses flowing in. The system was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, the system prompted, "India will be fined 50 billion US dollars, for the crime of malicious slander. All the posts from various social media networks, such as Twitter, Facebook, etc etc, have been recorded. The negative consequences of words from the men of India have caused the public chatroom's artificial intelligence to collapse and this has brought about immeasurable losses."

This was the last message to flash across the public screens. Following that, the entire screen on the spaceship went dark.

Timor was dumbfounded. "How did this happen?"

"Our IP has been completely blocked?"

People were staring at the dark public screen in disbelief from their bedrooms. They were stunned at first, then started cursed wildly.

Billions of curses were sent to India.

"Oh my God, the system actually crashed... The screen went black."

"D*mn it India."