First Impressions (1/1)

First impressions meant everything when it came to making new friends, or just casual people to talk to. Unfortunatly, Huang Zitao's first impressions were pretty bad the worst."You really think you dance better than me, street-rat?" I asked, glaring at the tall male."I don't think, I know." the tall male responded in a deep voice, seeming rather confident,"After all, how hard is it to beat a snobby rich kid?""You're right about one thing. You don't think! You have to be one of the stupidest people in China to not know who I am! Therefore, you really don't think," I accused, turing away."If you really think you are all that, how about me have ourselves a little dance off?" he asked, my back still turned away."You actually think you can beat me? Alright let's do it. Be here at 3:00 tommorow. Don't be late," I stated, starting to walk away."You got yourself a deal. Wu Yifan against...," he started."Huang Zitao, but call me Tao. Zitao is for friends only," I interupted. "I bet you are rarely called Zitao seeing how unfriendly you are," he inferred, walking back to his crew on the other side of the street.This guy was certainly asking for a beating. No one stands up the famous Wushu God like that! Who does he think he is?!_________________________________________________________________A/NI know this chapter is super short, but I just wanted to have something up today. I promise you the chapters will get longer, I just had to start it off before I forgot about it again. Sorry!