A moment later, Luke finally couldn't help but ask, "Wait! My understanding of math seems to be a little off. System, can you explain how 5 × 50% comes to 2? "
The system was silent.
Luke was helpless. System, 2.5 could be rounded up to a hundred million! Even if you calculated a little less, it should be 3. What's with this 2.5 × 2?
This question seemed to have triggered a certain rule, and the system immediately gave a simple explanation: rounded.
Luke pondered the term and understood. It means that it's easier for you to calculate mission experience and credit points … Right, maybe there's also the contribution rate. Are these all rounded?
The system was silent again.
Luke got it.
Silence was tacit agreement. At the very least, it wasn't a big mistake.
No wonder the experience and credit points given by the system were all integers after most missions were completed, and only up to ten digits. It turned out that they were all rounded up.
Can you not be so lazy?! He complained helplessly about the system.
The system was silent.
Luke actually didn't really care about this problem.
In the beginning, the experience and credit points and contribution rate in the system were often zeros because he needed very little experience to level up, and the calculations had to be more precise.
But now, his experience and credit points were at least 100,000, and the difference in experience and credit points was understandable … Of course not!
The system had to be too lazy to care about these zeros.
But it wasn't a big problem for hundreds or thousands of experience and credit points to be deducted.
The system, however, reacted again. The experience and credit points that haven't been calculated will be automatically added to the statistics for the next mission of the same level, and will be rounded up before being distributed.
Luke was lost for words. I'm sorry, I was wrong.
After the system said that, he knew where this rounding rule came from.
In his previous life, when he wrote online novels, there was a rule that if there were less than a thousand words in a chapter, it would only be calculated in thousands.
The other rule was that if the author didn't earn 200 yuan in a month, it would be accumulated until 200 yuan was accumulated in the next month.
Even after decades, Luke still remembered these two rules.
In his previous life, he could only rely on writing online novels to earn more money! There were times when he only managed to scrape together 200 yuan in three months.
Recalling that the system's three basic attributes were "adapted" from the lousy online games he had played in his previous life, Luke sweated inwardly. What the hell did I do in my previous life? Daddy System seemed to have been led astray.
Just like that, as he studied the new functions of the system, he complained about himself and the system at the same time. Finally, the sky in the distance began to brighten.
At this moment, he suddenly jumped up.
The system notification he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
System: Modification of Storage Module is complete.
And then … that was it.
WTH？！ Luke scratched his head in frustration.
However, he did not waste any more time. He put away the small plane and the Big Dipper Armor, returned to the city, and took a taxi to the airport.
On the flight back to Los Angeles, he used his mental power to probe the inventory that had been modified many times. He also harassed the system many times, but he still found nothing when he got off the plane.
His storage space didn't grow, and he couldn't feel any changes in other aspects for the time being.
More experiments could only be carried out in the future.
Haste makes waste. Luke, who had just made a fool of himself, suppressed his curiosity and took a cab home.
When he got home, Selina had already left for work. Luke simply sent her a message saying that he would be home for lunch later.
After stuffing the ingredients into the oven, stewing those that needed to be stewed, and steaming those that needed to be steamed, he went to the workshop.
Lunch in the kitchen was monitored and adjusted by a separate smart program. When it was time, it would automatically turn off the fire and keep the food warm.
Even if he wasn't home for a few days, Selina wouldn't go hungry.
However, she said that it always tasted better when he cooked it himself.
But when Luke was lazy and gave the smart program to cook the old dishes, she never found fault with him.
Thus, it was only when he was cooking a new dish that Luke would do it himself.
Gold Nugget? It ate whatever Luke and Selina ate. Since everyone was treated the same, it couldn't complain even if it wanted to.
Luke didn't come out of the workshop until Selina called him out for breakfast.
Looking at his smiling expression, Selina subconsciously looked at herself. "I'm not wearing the right clothes? Or am I dirty somewhere? "
As he washed his hands, Luke said, "No, the clothes are beautiful. You're beautiful too."
Selina was suspicious. "That's not right. You only praise me for being beautiful when you're in a good mood. Did something good happen again? "
Luke paused and said with a smile, "Yes, something good."
Selina leaned against the wall. "Can you say no?"
Luke rinsed off the foam in his hands and wiped them dry. "We've officially been partners for a year and become real friends. Isn't that a good thing?"
Selina said, "Didn't we … Well, right, I was partners with Donald for more than a month after I arrived in Los Angeles. Now that I think about it, we've only been partners for a year."
Rolling her eyes, she suddenly said, "Why don't we go to the concert tonight?"
Luke was in a good mood and didn't think much of it. "Okay. Right, whose concert is it? "
"Claire's," said Selina.
Luke: "What?"
…
At seven o 'clock in the evening in Los Angeles, the sky was still bright. Luke and Selina drove to the venue of the concert, which was an empty field on the outskirts of Los Angeles.
To avoid another earthquake and a stampede in the panic of the audience, the concert was held here.
The field was next to the highway. People who came to watch the concert drove to the parking lot next to the entrance, and then paid for tickets.
Luke and Selina paid 300 dollars for two standing tickets close to the stage.
There were even more expensive tickets. For 500 dollars, they could get a foldable seat close to the front for the concert.
But neither Luke nor Selina wanted to go there.
It was too boring to sit at a concert. It was more fun to be with everyone and be free.
By the time they reached their seats, a lot of people had already arrived.
The concert wouldn't start for half an hour. Everybody sat down on the ground to conserve their energy for the cheers later.
Selina looked at the people around her strangely, before she looked at Luke. "Did you buy tickets here on purpose?"
Looking at their clothes, Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Didn't you say you were coming? I didn't pay attention to the concert at all. How did I know it would be like this?"
In the surrounding area, there were dozens of black figures in the east and west.
It wasn't because of their skin, but because they were all wearing black clothes.
Without mentioning the style of their black clothes, all of them wore black cloaks. Some of them were even equipped with black masks, and the red lenses on the masks were very eye-catching.
Well, there were actually a lot of Batman fans here.
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