A Very Large Titled Douluo

"Well, do you want to live with me?"

Turning to look at Ning Rongrong, whose small mouth hung slightly open, Du Cheng sincerely invited her:

"Although One Inch Residence is a little shabby, it's definitely much better than the academy dorms."

This thing had originally been drawn from Ning Rongrong, so inviting her to live there could only be considered user feedback:

Du Cheng swore that his actions had absolutely nothing to do with Ning Rongrong's looks!

Just minutes ago, Ning Rongrong had been on the verge of exploding, but upon hearing Du Cheng's words, the corners of her mouth twitched.

You call this shabby?

Staring at the magnificent, imposing palace before her, Ning Rongrong could not help rubbing her eyes hard.

I must have gotten up too fast. Otherwise, how could I see a model turn into a real building?

"So, you don't want to?"

While Ning Rongrong was grumbling inwardly, Du Cheng spoke again from beside her:

"In that case, then I..."

"I do!"

Before Du Cheng could finish, Ning Rongrong's somewhat anxious voice came from the side:

"I do, I really do!"

Although she was being a little undignified, Ning Rongrong could no longer care about that:

Compared to Shrek Academy's crumbling dormitory building, she clearly preferred Du Cheng's "shabby" palace.

"Can I live in that room?"

Pointing at a room beside the Main Hall, Ning Rongrong's face turned slightly red:

"This palace is too big. I don't really dare live here alone."

"Of course you can."

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Du Cheng could not help smiling:

If he remembered correctly, hadn't two people said something similar to him a few years ago?

"I'll stay in the Main Hall. Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing can stay beside Rongrong, then?"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, Du Cheng turned and pushed open the doors of One Inch Residence:

"Come on, let's go take a look at our rooms first."

"Yay~"

Uh...

Watching the three girls follow Du Cheng into the palace, Tang San's mouth twitched:

"Senior Dai, what should we do now?"

To be honest, Tang San really wanted to follow them inside, but unfortunately, Du Cheng clearly had no intention of inviting him.

"Of course we're going back to the dorms. What else can we do?"

His gaze landing on the doors of One Inch Residence, Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with deep unwillingness:

If he had known Du Cheng possessed such a Soul Tool, he should have agreed to Ning Rongrong's request.

That was right. Dai Mubai had deliberately refused Ning Rongrong's request to stay on the second floor.

Even counting Du Cheng and the others, Shrek Academy currently had only eight students in total.

As the "leader" among the three older students, and merely granting a small request from a beautiful girl, it would have been ridiculously easy for Dai Mubai to make the other two move downstairs.

The reason he had refused was entirely due to his own ulterior motives:

If Zhu Zhuqing and the others lived on the first floor, he could use trips up and down the stairs to engineer chance encounters with them, or even some ambiguous situations.

As an old hand at romance, Dai Mubai had an exceptionally firm grasp of girls' psychology.

In his view, as long as there were enough ambiguous encounters, conquering Zhu Zhuqing would be absurdly easy.

However, with things having developed to this point, Dai Mubai's little scheme was destined to fail.

Glancing at Tang San, Dai Mubai spoke with a hint of disdain:

"What, don't tell me you carry a mansion around with you like Du Cheng does?"

"I..."

Tang San's face darkened, and he nearly pulled out the Dragon Beard Needle to poke two holes in Dai Mubai:

What the hell? You can't provoke Du Cheng, so you're taking it out on me?

"Enduring hardship is also part of a Soul Master's cultivation."

Seeing the change in Tang San's expression, Dai Mubai also realized that he had gone a little too far.

From the current situation, although Tang San had arrived together with Du Cheng and the others, there seemed to be some conflict between them.

Otherwise, with such a huge palace, Du Cheng would not have failed to invite him inside:

He was someone who could become an ally!

"Don't worry. Once the dean returns, he'll definitely make new arrangements for them."

As he reached that conclusion, Dai Mubai's tone softened somewhat:

"For now, let's go back to the dorms and rest."

"I understand."

Only after Dai Mubai spoke did Tang San's expression ease slightly:

As long as it made Du Cheng uncomfortable, he could accept suffering a little grievance.

"Come on, let's head back to the dorms first."

"Mm."

Naturally, Du Cheng knew nothing about what had happened between Tang San and Dai Mubai.

After entering the palace and finally getting the three girls settled, Du Cheng had the chance to inspect the furnishings in his room:

A golden-thread nanmu bed, a latex mattress, air conditioning, a private bathroom...

Other than the lack of a television and computer, it was practically a replica of modern interior design.

As for the other amenities?

Don't ask. The answer was Soul Tools!

"Judging by the time, it's about time to give Teacher Zhao a surprise."

Glancing through the window at the darkening sky outside, a card appeared in Du Cheng's hand:

"Summon!"

Space rippled slightly, and a figure wearing a black dress and a black ribbon, yet also a belt and undergarments, appeared in Du Cheng's room:

"Qing Xuan greets Young Master."

The moment she appeared, the figure respectfully bowed to Du Cheng:

Qing Xuan, Level 90 Titled Douluo. The identity arranged by the system: Du Cheng's Maid!

"No need for formalities."

Waving Qing Xuan to rise, Du Cheng could not help looking her over from head to toe:

He had to admit, as fellow Cao Cao Enthusiasts, the dog system's taste was indeed on point.

Willow-leaf brows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose bridge, cherry lips...

Most importantly:

Big!

Very big!

So big that she could not see her feet when she looked down!

Even though he was accustomed to the beauty of Xiao Wu and the others, Du Cheng still could not help losing himself for a moment upon seeing Qing Xuan:

Compared to her, even Zhu Zhuqing, the most mature of the girls, seemed somewhat immature.

"Young Master, do you require Qing Xuan to attend your bed?"

Seeing Du Cheng's gaze settle on her, Qing Xuan froze briefly before reaching to undo her clothes:

From the moment she had been summoned by the system, she had been instilled with absolute loyalty.

As long as Du Cheng wanted something, she would never refuse, no matter what it was.

"No!"

Qing Xuan was fast. In the blink of an eye, Du Cheng had already seen most of her fragrant shoulder.

Seeing that Qing Xuan was about to remove all of her upper garments, Du Cheng hurriedly shook his head:

"We can discuss attending my bed later. There are more important things for you to do right now."

"Please give your orders, Young Master."

A trace of disappointment flashed through Qing Xuan's eyes, but she quickly put her clothes back on:

As long as it was Young Master's command, it was equally important whether or not it involved attending his bed.

"It's just a small matter. No need to be so serious."

Seeing the solemn expression on Qing Xuan's face, Du Cheng comforted her:

"Go find Zhao Wuji, and while you're at it, give him a little gift."