Three's a Crowd, All My Girlfriends

Is it because I'm too talented, or is this thing just too simple?

Probably because of soul power.

The youth lying on the desk quietly opened his eyes.

The world in his vision was split in two.

Half was his classmates in reality, half was the scantily clad beauties of the Virtual World.

Succeeded on the first try.

Directly completed entering the dream, reaching the stage of Illusion Dream.

But An Zhen felt that moving was barely possible.

He could only see the other side's field of view.

Trying to move an arm was hard to control.

According to the records, the Illusion Dream process was like a person going from paralysis to recovery—either relying on gradual accumulation of practice over time, or strengthening soul power.

Fortunately, he could still control things well on the Virtual World side.

An Zhen guided his body back.

"Still need more practice."

Wu Feng watched the youth lying in a strange pose in the middle of a door frame, struggling on the ground like a salted fish, then crawling like an earthworm to the other side of the door.

"Are you sick in the head?"

The beauty wasn't cursing; she was genuinely concerned.

"Practicing the technique Senior Sister gave me."

"A method of splitting focus."

Ning Tian's eyes lit up.

"Being able to do things in reality while cultivating in the dream world."

Ning Tian's eyes dimmed a little. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's focus-splitting technique didn't have this function.

Her crimson eyes stared oddly at An Zhen, and her rosy Cherry Lips slowly spat out two words, "Workaholic."

This wasn't a nickname Wu Feng came up with; it was a term circulating among the entire first-year freshman group.

"Strength doesn't increase out of nowhere."

Except for his soul power.

An Zhen continued practicing.

As for the lesson content, he had already had his other NPC puppet take notes with a notebook.

An hour later.

An Zhen finished today's practice.

From the state of complete paralysis before, he could now freely move one arm. According to the technique, controlling the first arm wasn't hard; the difficulty was using only half of his consciousness to control both left and right arms, fully managing both sides of the body—this was also the most critical step before reaching the final layer of waking from the dream.

An Zhen climbed up from the ground. With a thought, the dust on his clothes fell off, restoring him to a neat and tidy appearance.

"By the way, Ning Tian, do you know where in Shrek City I can get good custom women's clothing?"

The senior sister was very proactive.

But her knowledge was a bit lacking.

So An Zhen wanted to pick his own dish.

"Hm?"

Ning Tian was wary.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan heir's inner sense of crisis grew stronger.

"There's an Embroidery Pavilion on the commercial street to the south. The sign is very obvious. A set of clothes costs around four hundred Gold Soul Coins, made from Soul Beast materials." Ning Tian, the young lady, spoke slowly with a smile on her face.

"I see."

The youth lowered his head slightly. "Senior Sister gave me a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins before, so that's enough."

Senior Sister!

Why is it always Senior Sister!

Behind the golden-haired girl's delicate figure, a fair, jade-like hand clenched into a fist, tight.

"An Zhen, are you being kept?" Wu Feng couldn't help but blurt out.

"Feng Mei!"

Ning Tian scolded.

But she also wanted to know the answer to that question.

"Senior Sister accidentally hurt me before, so this counts as compensation."

Did this happen during the time An Zhen wasn't attending class before?

"Feng Mei, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Tian had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the other party change his tune. "Actually, it's nothing. Being kept by the senior sister doesn't sound too bad at all."

The handsome young man's face showed a contemplative expression, as if he were seriously considering the feasibility of the idea.

"You're already a big name in Shrek Outer Court, can't you have some ambition?" Wu Feng complained, looking like she was disappointed in him.

"No, no, no."

An Zhen gently shook his head.

"Why do you all think being kept is such a shameful thing?"

"Isn't it?"

Wu Feng shot back.

"By that logic, aren't the children of great families also being kept by their clans? They get resources from the family, and in return, they defend the family's honor later on, right?"

Wu Feng thought it over, then nodded slightly.

"That's true."

"So when a wealthy woman provides resources and a boy pleases her, why is that shameful? Both sides give something, and both do it for resources and money."

The Red Dragon Girl fell silent, then looked at the young master beside her.

Strange—she actually felt that An Zhen's words made a lot of sense.

As long as it was legal and moral, An Zhen didn't look down on people who obtained money through such means. After all, they paid for what they got with their own currency—effort, sweat, or dignity.

The world was often unfair.

"The environment and resources needed for cultivation, the manpower and materials for hunting Soul Beasts, the medicine for every injury after battle, even the daily medicinal meals—Wu Feng, those are astronomical figures for an orphan."

The Red Dragon Girl was silent.

It seemed that in this moment, she realized that what came easily to her was precious beyond measure to others.

"But that's for other people. Wu Feng, I'm a genius—the kind of genius that made Dragon God Douluo Mu En personally step in to keep me."

The young man broke into a smile, returning to his usual confident demeanor. "If I wanted, I'm sure other empires would be willing to offer excellent terms to keep me, even marrying off their princesses."

"Wanting to be kept by the senior sister is because she's beautiful—no loss there, pure profit!"

An Zhen teased.

Dragon God Douluo personally stepped in to keep him?

Ning Tian was shocked, then chose to believe it, because of An Zhen's Holy Light Dragon.

And his performance in the Soul Fighting Arena before.

It was enough to overturn a soul master's understanding.

As for the young man's talk about other empires marrying off princesses to keep him—as the eldest daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she knew exactly where those empires drew the line. Whether for his bloodline or his strength, those emperors would absolutely do it. If one wasn't enough, they'd send two.

"Phew~"

The golden-haired girl slowly exhaled.

What a hot commodity this was!

If she didn't act soon, by the time his talent truly revealed itself to the world, it would be people on her father's level fighting over him.

"An Zhen."

A crisp, pleasant voice rang out.

A dazzling silver short skirt made her look pure and adorable. Her cascading golden hair was like a waterfall, as if a Goddess had descended. Every move she made was elegant and noble. Her curvaceous, slender figure was accentuated by thighs nearly half-exposed, skin fair and tender.

The pure and noble girl stepped forward, a blush climbing up her cheeks. Her shy appearance surpassed all words in the world.

"I want to formally extend an invitation to you."

Her delicate hand rested on her budding chest, her sapphire-blue eyes reflecting a thousand beauties.

"Become my spouse."

Wu Feng stood still, her red lips parting slightly, unsure of what to say.

For the young miss, An Zhen was the best choice.

She should be happy for her.

But... but...

A great bitterness surged in her heart.

"?"

This direct?

Being confessed to so formally—it was a first.

"I thought Ning Tian would be more tactful."

"If An Zhen hadn't been holding my hand earlier."

Ning Tian waited for An Zhen's response.

"Just Ning Tian's spouse?"

"Is there anything else An Zhen wants?"

The youth looked past Ning Tian and chuckled lightly. "Looks like someone's about to cry."

An Zhen was a bit surprised.

Wu Feng hadn't interrupted just now.

True love, huh.

Being able to watch the person you love walk into someone else's arms.

Why did this feel a bit like cuckolding to him?

No, there wasn't any real relationship between them either.

"Not at all!"

A choked rebuttal rang out.

Jade-like hands wiped away tears, and the stubborn girl turned her head away.

"Feng Mei."

Ning Tian's long lashes trembled slightly. She didn't know how to begin.

A Seven Orifice Exquisite Heart.

How could Ning Tian not have noticed Wu Feng's abnormal feelings for her?

But she had always treated Wu Feng like a blood sister, and there was simply no possibility between them.

"Ning Tian."

"Mm?"

"I accept your invitation."

With such a beautiful girl confessing to him, An Zhen really couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

A happy expression appeared on the golden-haired girl's cheeks, but Ning Tian felt like she wasn't all that happy.

"Wu Feng."

The Red Dragon Girl sat on the ground, her thin shirt unable to conceal her proud figure, arms wrapped around her knees, her strong, graceful legs clad in black short socks.

"Want to join us?"

An Zhen extended a promiscuous invitation.

Wu Feng froze.

Ning Tian was stunned.

Letting out a sigh, the golden-haired girl followed her heart and walked forward quickly. "Feng Mei, are you willing to keep living with me?"

Ning Tian couldn't abandon the sister she had grown up with. Since An Zhen was willing, this seemed like the best ending.

"Womanizer!"

The red-haired girl cursed, tears in her eyes.

"Miss!"

Wu Feng threw herself into Ning Tian's arms. "Don't leave me!"

You're really showing favoritism!

An Zhen only wanted Wu Feng to be happy too.

"Picked up a beautiful girl as a wife for free."

"Pervert."

"What does Ning Tian think?" An Zhen looked at the young lady.

"I don't want to be separated from Feng Mei either."

"Then it's settled. We'll all be together."

Three of us, two are my wives.

"Fine."

"You lucky pervert." Wu Feng, nestled in Ning Tian's arms, looked completely satisfied. As long as she could be with her miss, that was enough.

Ning Tian gained the super genius An Zhen and didn't have to part with Wu Feng.

Wu Feng could continue staying with Ning Tian.

An Zhen got an elegant young lady and a vibrant sporty girl.

Everyone has a bright future ahead.

"But let me make this clear first—only I get to kiss my wife."

An Zhen cupped Ning Tian's cheeks, savoring the girl's sweetness amidst her shy blush and Wu Feng's resentful glare.

After a long moment, they parted.

The young man raised an eyebrow at Wu Feng, who looked adorably fierce, and said with a grin, "Want a taste? I just kissed Ning Tian, you know~"

The golden-haired girl's face flushed crimson.

"Rawr!"

The little Mother Dragon pounced.

She was going to bite this bastard to death!