The Ball Owner Is Dancing, It Is Hopeless!

Uh...

"What is the ball owner doing?"

"Oh my God, there's only one person left on Earth. What is he doing?"

Ah San: "I think he's dancing."

After being ostracized by the netizens of all the countries, Ah San's voice became much softer.

"Go eat sh*t. Who doesn't know that he's dancing?"

"The situation he is in is akin to the apocalypse but he's just having a good time?"

"Look, that thing is swaying back and forth. Just looking at it hurts my eyes."

"Ball Master, why don't you find clothes that fit you?"

Rainbow Girl: "Oh my God, Ball Master's figure is really good. He can dance pretty well too."

"Are you really interested in just the ball master's figure?"

"I just want a body like the ball master. Hehehe!!!"

The Chinese woman: "I want to give the ball master a baby."

The Chinese woman: "Everyone is throwing sarcastic remarks. Ball master is so handsome. Such a handsome man must have a kind heart. Is there really no one to save him?"

Shawn was indeed high.

Anyone who suddenly obtained such a heaven-defying ability would also be high.

A photographic memory? Not only that, everything he had read stood out in his mind.

After dancing for a while, Shawn was drenched in sweat. He frowned and ran out of the material room.

"Oh my God, ball owner, do you have a habit of running around naked?"

"Ball owner is so handsome. Don't force your morals on him."

Shawn quickly found the control room. Facing the hundreds of control buttons, he studied them and quickly understood the air-conditioning settings in the material room.

Crackle, crackle.

Shawn pressed a button.

"What is the ball owner doing?"

Everyone was stunned.

The Tesla factory covered an area of 20,000 acres. There were hundreds of production workshops and nearly a thousand dormitories.

The control room could not only control the air-conditioning, but also the machinery in all the workshops.

Among the tens of thousands of control equipment, even professionals would have to search for a long time for the appropriate button.

"Ball Owner, are you out of your mind?"

"I think there must be something wrong with the ball owner's brain. That's for certain. Otherwise, with so many people on Earth, why would he be left behind?"

No-one stopped to think that Shawn was looking for the air-conditioning control system in the material room.

After searching for a while, Shawn's eyes lit up. He pressed a few buttons.

The power was on.

Under everyone's watchful eye, he returned to the material room.

A cool feeling washed over him. With a look of enjoyment on his face, Shawn opened his arms.

The minds of all the people watching... They could not comprehend what they were seeing.

In any large workshop, the air-conditioning system in a large material room would be centralized air-conditioning.

Without an external unit in view, through the screen, the people of the world would not be able to experience the feeling of bathing in the cool air. They would not even know that the air-conditioning system in the material room had been turned on.

"Have you noticed that the beads of sweat on the ball owner are disappearing?"

"How is that possible? I think the ball owner is suffering from heatstroke."

Shawn went to the bookshelf and picked up another book.

Crash!

The sound of paper came from the pages. In just a few seconds, another book was finished.

Suddenly, someone said, "He must be looking for a survival book, judging by the way he is reading."

"Are you kidding me? Can't you see that he is holding a book on quantum mechanics in his hands?"?

"He's looking for ways to survive by reading such books?"

"Besides, do you think he's actually reading any of them?"

"Ah... I know."

Suddenly, an American said, "I've watched Avengers. The Ant-Man had used quantum mechanics to travel through space-time and dodged Thanos' finger snap."

"Tsk..."

Instantly, the entire Earth's spaceship network was filled with boos.

"This is real. Global migration. This isn't a sci-fi movie."

How could such a thing exist?

Moreover, there were real people reading books like these.

China: "As expected, human behavior is confusing."

However, there were others who thought that Shawn was looking for survival books.

When there was only one man left on Earth, this was the best survival plan.

The humans had left Earth but for a short period of time, the mark of human civilization would still exist.

However, after a year and a half, any machinery in the human world would be destroyed.

Nuclear power plants, wind power plants, hydroelectric power plants.

Large-scale machinery facilities that were once important would shut down, the consequences would be unimaginable.

First, if the nuclear power plants stopped operating, there would be a problem of nuclear leakage. When that happens, the oceans would be contaminated.

The entire Earth would be contaminated. A large number of creatures would die as a result.

After a few decades or even a hundred years, after the natural cycle of Mother Nature, the world would restore itself. At that time, the mutated creatures on Earth would become the mainstay.

All of this was just wishful thinking because it was impossible. The solar storm would erupt in only a year's time.

If there were no spaceships to rescue Shawn, then everything that Shawn would do would be in vain.

Ah San: "What else is there to live for? Enjoy your last moments. Isn't it just magnificent?"

Rainbow Nation: "Yeah, the world is so big. For the ball owner, there aren't any borders. Isn't it great to walk around?"

"What a poor ball owner. It seems like Ah San wants to have a baby with him."

When it came to the topic of surviving doomsday, the entire internet fell silent.

Were they not like stray dogs? How would they know if they would survive to see the future?

"Then it seems that even if the solar storm doesn't arrive and earth doesn't face any crisis, the ball owner would not have more than a year to live."

The discussion on the internet had nothing to do with Shawn.

He went to the bookshelf and flipped through the books without any distractions.

A large amount of knowledge entered his mind and had carved itself into his brain.

After he finished reading one book, he moved on and flipped through dozens of different books.

It wasn't that Shawn was reading without a purpose.

On the contrary, he had a very clear goal.

The books in the Tesla material room were no ordinary books.

They were all research books.

He needed to flip through all of them, memorize them, and repeatedly verify them in his mind to save time instead of flipping through basic materials.

Ten minutes passed.

He read the principles of mechanics, the principles of optics, linear algebra, quantum mechanics, mechanical automation, computer communication engineering, numerical control and programming, and so on.

Most of the books here were related to the field of mechanics.

In just ten minutes, he had gone from primary school, to middle school, high school, university, graduate school, to a doctorate.

He was the fastest learner in all of human history.

His brain was like a mechanical USB flash drive. Whatever he put in it, he could remember it and understand it.

All kinds of books and knowledge kept colliding in his mind.

In the end, it formed a cycle, and his understanding rose steadily.

However, this method of reading was too fast.

Among the billions of people, no one thought that he was learning anything. They only thought that he was using the most basic of methods to look for a survival manual.

"Do you think that he will collapse upon not finding any survival guides after flipping through the entire Tesla material room?"

"If it were me, I would have gone on a trip. There's no use in reading books."

"Sorry, let me correct you. Would you consider this reading?"

At this moment, James, who was in charge of explaining the earth documentary, suddenly took over the whole network.

On all the public screens on the spaceship, the blond James appeared.

"Hello, everyone. It seems that everyone is very active as we rush to our new home."

"Now, let's all play a game. It's voluntary of course."

"The Las Vegas Gaming Company has given the odds of 1:1,000. They have set up a betting pool. They bet that Mr. Shawn will not be able to find a survival book within five hours.".

"They have given another odd of 1:10,000. They bet that if Mr. Shawn can't find the book he wants, he will do something weird."