After a moment, Luke couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question: Wait! My mathematical view seems to be a little off. System, please explain how 5x50% resulted in the number 2
The system is silent.
Luke was helpless: System, 2.5 can be rounded to 100 million! If you count a little less, it should be 3. How come 2.5≈2 is so complicated
This question seemed to touch upon a certain rule, and the system immediately gave a simple explanation: rounding.
Luke pondered the word and understood: it means that it is convenient for you to calculate the mission experience points... Oh, and maybe the mission contribution rate, are these rounded
The system fell silent again.
Luke understood.
Silence is a form of consent, at least there is no big mistake.
No wonder after completing most tasks now, the experience points given by the system are integers and only up to ten places. It turns out that they are all rounded off.
Are you really that lazy? He complained about the system helplessly.
The system is silent.
Luke actually didn't care much about this issue.
In the beginning, the system's experience points and contribution rates often showed decimals because the upgrade experience required was very small and the calculation had to be more precise.
And now, his level-up experience points start from 100,000, so this error of a few experience points is understandable... No way!
These small changes must be ignored because the system is too lazy.
But losing a few points from hundreds or thousands of experience points is not a big problem.
The system took action again: each unfinished experience point would be automatically incorporated into the statistics of the next task of the same level, and would continue to be distributed after being rounded off.
Luke: ...I'm sorry, I was wrong.
After the system said this, he knew where this rounding rule came from.
In my previous life, when I wrote online articles, there was a rule that if the number of words in a chapter was less than a thousand, only the thousand-word count would be used for billing.
Another rule is: if the monthly manuscript fee is less than 200 yuan, it will be accumulated to the next month and will be paid out in one lump sum until it reaches 200 yuan.
Even after decades, Luke still remembered these two rules.
Who made him rely on writing online articles to earn more money for his meals in his previous life? There were times when he only managed to scrape together 200 yuan in royalties in three months.
Thinking about the fact that the three basic attributes of the system were adapted from the crappy online game he played in his previous life, Luke felt ashamed: What the hell did I do in my previous life! It seems that the system dad has been led astray.
In this way, he studied the new functions of the system while complaining about himself and the system, and the sky in the distance finally turned pale.
At this moment, he suddenly jumped up.
The system prompt he had been waiting for finally arrived.
System: The storage module function has been transformed.
And then... nothing.
Wth? ! Luke scratched his head in frustration.
But he didn't waste any more time. He put away the small plane and Beidou armor, went back to the city and took a taxi directly to the airport.
Sitting on the flight back to Los Angeles, he used his mental power to probe the modified storage space over and over again many times, and also harassed the system many times, but he still found nothing when he got off the plane.
The storage space has not become larger, and no changes can be felt in other aspects for the time being.
More experiments can only be carried out slowly later.
You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Luke, who had just made a mistake, suppressed his curiosity and took a taxi home.
When they got home, Selina had already gone to work. Luke just sent her a message saying that he would be home for lunch later.
After stuffing the ingredients into the oven, stewing what needed to be stewed, and steaming what needed to be steamed, he went to the workshop.
The lunch cooked in the kitchen has a separate smart program to monitor and adjust it. When the time is up, it will automatically turn off the fire and keep the food warm.
Even if he was away from home for a few days, Selina would not go hungry.
However, she said it always tasted better when he made it himself.
But when Luke was lazy and handed the old dishes over to the intelligent program to make, she never complained.
Therefore, now Luke will only cook new dishes himself.
Gold nuggets? It eats whatever Luke Selina eats. Everyone is treated the same, and it can't even complain.
Luke didn't come out of the workshop until Selina called him out for breakfast through the communicator.
Looking at his smiling expression, Selina subconsciously looked at herself: "Am I wearing the wrong clothes? Or is it dirty somewhere?"
As Luke went to wash his hands, he said, "No, the clothes are beautiful, and you are beautiful too."
Selina was suspicious: "No, you only praise me for my beauty when you are in a good mood. Did something good happen to you again?"
Luke paused rubbing his hands and smiled, "Yeah, that's a good thing."
Selina leaned over and asked, "Can you tell me?"
Luke washed off the foam in his hands and dried them: "We have been officially partners for a year and have become bona fide buddies. Is this a good thing?"
Selena: "We started working together last June... Yeah, by the way, I worked with Donald for over a month after I arrived in Los Angeles, so if you count it this way, it's only been a year now."
She rolled her eyes and suddenly said, "Why not go to the concert tonight?"
Luke was in a very good mood and didn't take it too seriously: "Ok. By the way, whose concert is it?"
"Claire's." Selina.
Luke: “What?”
…
It was seven o'clock in the evening in Los Angeles on a summer day. The sky was still bright. Luke and Selena drove to the venue of the concert, a large open space in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
In order to avoid another earthquake that would cause the audience to panic and be trampled, this concert was held here.
The wasteland is next to the highway. People who come to watch the concert drive directly to the parking lot next to the entrance and then pay for their tickets to enter.
The two paid three hundred dollars and got two standing tickets close to the stage.
There are more expensive tickets available, and for $500 you can get a folding chair seat near the front to watch the concert.
But neither Luke nor Selina wanted to go there.
It's too boring to sit at a concert. It's more fun to just join in with everyone and make noise freely.
By the time the two of them arrived and stood still, quite a few people had already arrived around.
The concert was not to begin for half an hour, so everyone sat on the ground, conserving their energy for the cheers later.
Selina looked at some people around her with a strange expression, then looked at Luke: "Did you buy the ticket here on purpose?"
Looking at the clothes of those people, Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Didn't you say you were coming? I didn't pay any attention to this concert beforehand, how could I know it would be like this."
In the surrounding area, there were dozens of dark figures, some here and some there.
What is black does not refer to these people’s skin, but the fact that they are all wearing black clothes.
Not to mention the style of these people's black clothes themselves, but without exception they all wore black cloaks, and some of them were also equipped with black masks, and the red lenses on the masks were very conspicuous.
Well, there are a lot of Batman fans here.