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Xie Wanxing and Tang Ze sat opposite each other, the air around them seemed to be frozen, and they looked at each other in silence.

She secretly looked up at Tang Ze opposite her, secretly complaining in her heart that there was actually someone even more aloof than Xie Ning. It was totally impossible to talk to him.

On the other side, Xin Zhaoliang and Mr. Yu were chatting. Xin Zhaoliang inadvertently shifted his gaze between Xie Wanxing and Tang Ze. Then he leaned closer to Mr. Yu and said in a low voice, "Brother Jian Cheng, are you thinking of finding a matchmaker for your two disciples?"

Mr. Yu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "Hey, what's the point of matchmaking? My Ah Xing is only six years old, and Xiaoze..."

Xin Zhaoliang raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of understanding on his face: "Young Master Tang, you still haven't changed this habit?"

After hearing this, Mr. Yu sighed helplessly, shook his head slowly, and said with a look of worry on his face: "No, it can't be changed. Forget it, let it be."

Xin Zhaoliang nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "He should be twelve this year, right?"

Mr. Yu responded, "It's twelve."

Xin Zhaoliang's face showed a hint of curiosity, and he continued in a low voice, "I heard that he will take the exam next year? Is it the eldest princess's request? After all, considering the importance the eldest princess attaches to him, it's not surprising to make such a request."

Mr. Yu shook his head and said, "No, it's his own idea. The boy has a very good idea, and he has the ability. Let him try. He doesn't have to enter the government just because he passes the exam."

Xie Wanxing sat there, looking around boredly, his eyes rolling around for a long time, his mind full of thoughts on how to strike up a conversation with this aloof Senior Brother Tang.

After much deliberation, she decided to start with food. After all, as the old saying goes, food is the first necessity of the people.

Tang Ze raised his eyes inadvertently and saw the girl in front of him suddenly showing him a brilliant smile. Xie Wanxing asked, "Brother Tang, do you want some cake?"

Tang Ze's eyes remained calm, and he simply uttered two words: "No need."

Xie Wanxing blinked her bright eyes and then asked, "Would you like some milk tea?"

Tang Ze's expression didn't even change: "No."

Xie Wanxing was a little unwilling, she tilted her head and continued to ask: "Then what do you eat?"

Tang Ze seemed to be somewhat frustrated by her series of questions. He sighed softly and said, "Junior sister, there's no need to bother with anything. I don't eat food from outside."

Xie Wanxing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, are you a germaphobe?"

Tang Ze's eyes were full of confusion, and he asked, "What is mysophobia?"

Xie Wanxing explained, "I just love cleanliness, especially cleanliness. I have very high requirements for the cleanliness of the surroundings. I may not be willing to touch things that others have touched. For example, I always feel that food from outside is not clean enough, so I won't eat it. Brother, you are not used to eating food from outside. Is it because you have mysophobia?"

After thinking for a moment, Tang Ze nodded slightly and said, "If that's the case, then that's it."

"Loving cleanliness is a good habit." Xie Wanxing nodded, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes full of sincerity, "Are you a serious mysophobia?"

This is actually a bit presumptuous to ask.

Tang Ze frowned, his eyes calm and indifferent, and responded briefly: "I don't touch others."

These words came out of his mouth without any emotion, but they were like an invisible barrier, slightly separating him from the outside world.

After hearing this, Xie Wanxing secretly estimated the extent of Tang Ze's mysophobia. She wanted to give it a try. Excessive mysophobia is actually a kind of mental illness.

She rolled her eyes and moved the chair slightly forward without making a sound. This subtle movement seemed to disturb Tang Ze. Xie Wanxing noticed keenly that he seemed a little nervous and his fingers curled up subconsciously.

She couldn't help but squint her eyes and thought to herself: This is already a serious illness!

Xie Wanxing thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hand without warning and grabbed Tang Ze's hand.

This was like a bolt of lightning. Not only did Tang Ze's eyes widen, but Mr. Yu, who was chatting with Xin Zhaoliang at the side, was also startled by Xie Wanxing. He subconsciously raised his voice and shouted, "A Xing!"

There was a hint of anxiety in his voice. Tang Ze was his disciple who grew up under his care. He had always known about Tang Ze's quirk and was afraid that Tang Ze would overreact to it.

However, the bad situation that everyone expected did not happen.

Tang Ze looked up at her in surprise, his eyes full of shock and astonishment. His usually calm face now seemed like the surface of a broken lake, with ripples everywhere.

But what surprised him even more was that he didn't immediately shake her hand away as he had done instinctively when someone touched him before. In the past, even if the corner of someone's clothes just brushed against him lightly, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

But at this moment, Xie Wanxing's hand was holding his. Although his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his body was slightly stiff, he just subconsciously held his breath and did not resist.

Xie Wanxing grabbed his hand and shook it gently, still smiling: "How about I give you a couple of injections?"

Tang Ze was stunned for a long time before he gradually came to his senses. He looked at Xie Wanxing intently: "Acupuncture? Why do you need acupuncture?"

Xie Wanxing let go of Tang Ze's hand and fumbled in the small backpack at her side for a while. After a while, she took out a pack of silver needles. She gently placed the pack of silver needles on the table, and her slender fingers flexibly untied the straps of the package and spread the silver needles neatly on the table. Each silver needle sparkled with a subtle silver light in the sunlight.

After doing all this, she raised her head and looked at Tang Ze, repeating again: "Because you are sick, you need treatment."

Xin Zhaoliang stood aside with his eyes wide open, obviously shocked by this sudden scene.

In Kyoto, everyone knows that the eldest son of the Tang family has had a quirk ever since he could remember, which is that he is extremely fond of cleanliness.

This love of purity has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. He cannot be touched by others. Even his biological mother, the eldest princess, would be instinctively resisted if she wanted to get close to him.

If anyone accidentally touched him, he would instantly feel uncomfortable all over. It felt as if millions of ants were crawling on his body, making him restless and in great pain.

What's worse, once a young man from a noble family accidentally touched his sleeve, his face changed drastically, his eyes revealed an unconcealable disgust and discomfort, and then he stood up without hesitation and went to change his clothes, as if the touched clothes were stained with something terrible.

This serious quirk is known to all the powerful and wealthy children in Kyoto, and most people naturally dare not provoke the Tang family and the eldest princess.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, each family solemnly warned their children not to get close to or provoke Tang Ze. Over time, everyone kept their distance from him, for fear that they would accidentally offend him and make this young master unhappy.