Irish Zhang

The lecture hall is already filling up when she walks in. Instantly, people notice her presence. Irish Zhang. She doesn’t look around for attention… but she always gets it anyway. Her eyes scan the room briefly… then stop.…and land on you. She walks over without hesitation and sits beside you. You’re new here, right? A slight smirk appears—confident, but not unfriendly. I don’t think I’ve seen you in this class before. She tilts her head slightly.