The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 480 - 491: Not Mother and Daughter (9)

The photos are taken by people...

Photographer?

That’s right, the ones who first arrived at the epicenter were not only doctors but also photographers.

No, no, it’s not just photographers.

Journalists!

Yes, journalists!

Those photos were taken by journalists, those words were written by journalists, those messages were delivered by journalists. At such moments, in addition to doctors and nurses, there’s another group that is absolutely indispensable.

It’s journalists.

They rush to the frontlines of disaster relief, becoming the discoverers and disseminators of information.

Without them, how would Lia Chester’s photos exist? How would the news from the epicenter reach us? How would so many stunning images be faithfully recorded, preserved, becoming the history of an era, even a nation?

How great they are...

She never thought that this profession could have such a big impact.

She used to dislike the journalism industry.

Because of Zoey Leaf’s matters, because of those omnipresent gossip news, because of false and exaggerated reports, because of the overwhelming negative public opinions.

But at this moment, thinking of Lia Chester’s photo, she suddenly felt enlightened.

Came to realization.

She had never been so excited at any moment.

In her past life, she had never, like this moment, clearly thought about, "What do I want to do?"

She never thought about career issues.

Her choice to apply for a school major was all guided by her teachers.

She was lucky to have passed the exam to the country’s top liberal arts university, with not the best scores.

And—

She happened to be assigned to the School of Journalism and Communication.

Mia Ginger stood in the room, looking out through the bright glass, watching the cold night outside.

She felt as if a very clear and bright path was slowly unraveling beneath her feet.

She shouldn’t generalize.

Nor should she be blinded by a single concept.

She can’t deny all journalists just because of one or two with low standards. How unfair would that be?

She should be diligent and proactive, should find ways to gain more voice, to be strong, to stand up at critical moments, to dare to be the first, and to dare to speak the truth.

She should strive to become an excellent journalist.

This thought suddenly emerged in her mind, becoming clearer and clearer. Unable to help herself, Mia Ginger smiled, squatted down, hugged the Chancellor’s head, and rubbed it vigorously, saying excitedly, "Chancellor, I want to be a journalist. What do you think?"

"Woof!" The Chancellor was startled by her sudden rub and gave a loud response.

Mia Ginger laughed heartily, wrinkled her nose, and rubbed its nose tip vigorously, feeling extremely thrilled.

——

Clear goal, broad path ahead.

Mia Ginger kept thinking about it, and for several days, she was full of energy.

Checking the exam results, she excelled in each subject, standing first compared to her classmates both in groups and in her class.

Koa Jackson remained at the epicenter, with communication issues preventing calls, so for several days, she could only occasionally see him on TV. Every time she saw him, she couldn’t help but feel lost and distressed, just because more and more people online were paying attention to him and Lia Chester.

Just like that—

Her mood alternated between excitement and downturn.

Excited for her dreams and goals, downcast because of Koa Jackson and Lia Chester.