Hey guys! I'm back with chapter 3, and it's somewhat of a flashback in Liang and Zhuang's POV. Sorry for those who dislike this method of writing. But I really want to create a great dynamic character for Wu Ping. Don't worry, Harry lovers, screen time is granted for him!

Seems like forever, but the Chenying will kick in sure enough! Enjoy! :)

The Fight Dragons had fallen in a straight and silent line headed for the shower rooms, duffels in their hands. Numerous participants had remembered them from earlier and shot them with inquisitive and curious stares as they proceeded to reach the room. Their straight line had disseminated into a mess as they entered the room, and they had situated their bags on empty benches. Others had stopped moving to merely watch them do as they please, while others tried to run out of the room unnoticed. They failed dismally.

The team had peeled off their sweaty clothes and stuffed them carelessly in their bags. Clean clothes were taken out for later and the duffels had been zipped shut.

Liang and Zhuang grabbed fresh towels from the rack and tossed them to everyone on their team. Towels were wrapped around their hips and secured in place, hoping that gravity won't do too good of a job. Nonchalance took over as they delved further into the room where hot steam had greeted their skin.

If one took a closer look, every participant had at least a few bruises and swollen limbs. Some had open wounds and gashes, while others had scars to remind them of a hard fight. The marks could've fooled anyone, but the small bodies and baby faces gave them away. Give or take a few years, and some of them could play the part of ardent criminals.

Their baths had been fast and hurried, comprising of hot water, soap then a final rinse. Zhuang swiftly skidded to where his belongings were and zipped open his duffel impatiently rummaging through the dirty clothes with great annoyance.

"What are you looking for?" Liang asked with raised eyebrows.

"Well," Zhuang said, his face suddenly lighting up, "here it is. Bandages, gauze, all that stuff. Here, have some," added Zhuang as he flung the bandages to Liang, who caught it all with one hand.

It was expected and not the least bit surprising to see that everyone was bandaging themselves without needing any help. Most of them had done this for almost half of their lives. Others do piano, or violin, or gymnastics. But, for them? They do Kung Fu.

Gauze had been wrapped around their arms and legs, and they were proceeding to dress up. Liang had taken more time with his, for he was thinking of the wrongdoing he had done to the American boy. It didn't show in his sullen face, but somewhere, in the depths of his soul, no matter how cheesy it may seem for the seemingly heartless fellow, lies guilt, and a heart.

Someone had plopped down next to Liang's duffel with a loud thud. He didn't really care, but he should have.

"Well, don't you seem guilt-free," spoke the person.

Liang's head shot up, but his left hand remained stuck to his right elbow which needed gauzing.

It was Wu Ping. The opponent who came so close to kicking Cheng's rear end. So close.

His body was wet, and water from his legs had formed small pools and puddles of water under his feet. It seemed strange though since his hair was stiff, and the mohawk had not a single hair out of place.

The whole room had gone completely silent, except for the water droplets splashing onto the tiled floor. Necks snapped back gazing at the direction of the two fighters in eagerness. Eyes were glued to the scene, not even one person daring to blink in dear of missing a momentous move.

Wu Ping was bandaging his upper torso as Liang's gaze on him intensified.

"Seriously, do I look that good?" asked Wu Ping mockingly.

"Don't flatter yourself," interrupted Zhuang.

"Wasn't talking to you, hotshot," snapped back Wu Ping almost too innocently.

Everyone in the room had wide eyes, clearly seeing the potential brawl in the scenario. Zhuang threatened to hit Wu Ping who was too caught up in his bandages. Fortunately for him, Liang had blocked Zhuang's fist from making a hit.

"What do you want?" inquired Liang.

"Not much, just want to make friends. That's all. Honestly."

"We don't believe you."

"Well. I make a tremendous friend. That's a loss on your part. Besides, I'm not scared of you guys."

"You should be," threatened Liang as Zhuang stared him down.

"You guys are manageable. The only problem in this picture is the master. Your teacher's just a...Not going to say it because I'm a male of immense sophistication," declared Wu Ping pretending to sip tea from a non-existent cup as if he were a European gentleman in a royal luncheon. Several of the Fighting Dragons had snickered, but stopped in a heartbeat.

"As if, coward," taunted Zhuang.

"Sorry boys, but the manners get the ladies. And their father's approval," said Wu Ping as he winked.

"I bet big money you don't even have a girlfriend!" spat back Zhuang venomously.

"Actually, I do. She was cheering for me a while ago. She was wearing yellow. Our parents actually don't know, because they would think it's a distraction from my Kung Fu and her violin practices," replied Wu Ping.

Masks of confusion took over the other participants' faces. They were absolutely clueless as to what the three had been talking about. All of the Fighting Dragons, including Liang and Zhuang themselves, had stood frozen, their mouths agape.

"That's a lie. She would never go out with you. The whole team knows very well that Mei Ying's too good for you," spoke an angry Liang.

"Ah, that's her name. Mei Ying."

"So she's not your girlfriend?"

"Something tells me you need to take up sarcasm identification classes," answered Wu Ping.

"But how did you know she plays violin?" asked Shin, a new Fighting Dragon team member.

"Are you kidding me? The Yi's are a rich and well-known family. China's humungous, but they're not really the most normal people to date. And with a face like that, it's easy to get noticed. In fact, she doesn't have to try hard. I heard that the Yi family had a daughter with an ingenious talent for the instrument. Along with Harry who disclosed useful information, it was quite easy to know who she is and what her relations are to your... leader," said Wu Ping seriously.

"Harry? And what do you know about the Yi's and Sun's?" asked Liang sternly.

"That light-haired American with the necklace. Dre Parker's friend. I don't know who's side he's on, but it seems like he's an in between," he responded.

"You didn't answer the second question," said Zhuang over gritted teeth.

"I do hate to sound like a stalker, but Cheng comes from a well-to-do background. And so does Mei Ying. It only makes sense, don't you think? Business is always business. 'Our parents are very close.'" answered Wu Ping honestly.

"Okay, surprise quiz for everyone here. Have you guys heard of the Yi's?" he asked with a loud voice.

The Fighting Dragons had looked around, and everyone else had been nodding nervously.

"And the Sun's?" he queried, eyebrows raised.

Again, they had nodded, quite vigorously this time. The Fighting Dragons faces were listless.

"And there you go, Fighting Dragons. The Big Reveal. Everyone knows it. It's a no-brainer."

"Yeah, Wu Ping, who would've thought these two families would be intertwined in a web of drama and weird plotlines like in TV shows," someone from the opposite end of the room had interrupted.

"Shut up, Qiao. You're ruining my element, not to mention the mysterious air I've created."

"Well, hurry up, the rest and I are going. You're dragging us down," said the voice, its origins suddenly appearing in the form of a boy with a fringe across his face. He sported a blue shirt, and behind him were bored boys as well. Wu Ping had finished bandaging himself in a flash, and had clothed himself, donning a belt with studs. He grabbed his duffel and joined his team. He looked at the Fighting Dragons.

"Well, I have to go obviously. And your gauze is hanging loose. The dragon's element is fire, but I think you guys are getting pretty cold," said Wu Ping as his team laughed.

Come to think of it, Liang had though they looked pretty stupid just standing half-naked.

Wu Ping's team chattered away as the approached the exit of the room.

The other participants snapped back to reality again and had their bodies functioning properly this time.

"Oh and yeah," said Wu Ping standing by the door's threshold, "for Cheng, winning is a big deal. He doesn't want it. He needs it," he finished with a soulful gaze, almost as if he had been hitting on a girl before finally running off.

"You don't need it. You want it," said Liang to Cheng like he was some knowledgeable master.

"That Wu Ping guy. Really," said Cheng, incredulous.

"I like how he talks," admitted Zhuang.

"He knows about our families. Mei Ying."

"We're not asking for a summary of the events we just relayed to you."

"And he knows the other American boy?"

"Seems like it."

Well, that was the 3rd chapter, folks! To be honest, my best friend advised that I let the participants do...manly things. Things of which I am incapable of writing because I still got a streak of innocence left in me. :)) I liked writing Wu Ping, he was cool. AND HARRY IS SO CRUCIAL IN THIS I SWEAR, SPOILER ALERT. See you soon! :D

-Cesca