My name is Zhang Zirui, an eighth-grade student at Hairui Middle School. I am twelve years old this year.
Studying is like pediatrics to me, although I have never listened to a class seriously since I was a child. The doctor said I have depression, but I don't think so. I never smile, only to those people who can see me. Even so, many people like me because I have beautiful blue pupils, short black hair that always covers my forehead cleanly, a high and delicate nose bridge, thin lips shining with a bright pink luster, and fair skin that makes me look like a mixed race. They say that I am gentle and polite, which in my opinion is basic etiquette. I can see things that others can't, it's my secret, I've never told anyone.