"The war photographer?" Mia Ginger looked at him and suddenly thought of the people Allen had talked about. Robert Carter was one of the most famous war reporters of the twentieth century, and his life’s photography was inspired by war.
"You know him?" Camden River seed slightly surprised.
"Yes. If your pictures aren’t good enough, it’s because you’re not close enough to the gunfire," Mia smiled and said, "A friend of mine is a photographer, always dragging to take photos. He quite admired Carter and talked about him. Are you thinking of being a war correspondent? We live in peaceti now."
"War is everywhere." Camden smiled lightly, "It’s not only on the battlefield that there’s war. Many wars are without smoke and gunfire."
Mia paused, "That’s true."
"How about you?" Camden asked her, "Want to be a screenwriter?"
A lot of people at the school knew about Wine’s endeavors, so Camden naturally asked.
"No, I chose this major because my teacher suggested it." Mia shrugged, "But now I think being a journalist is a pretty good option, it’s sowhat the sa idea. My family supports it too and wants to apply for an exchange program at Johnson University. I’m curious about it."
"That opportunity is indeed good." Camden nodded and smiled.
"The chances aren’t great, I’ve delayed it for two months."
"You’ll only know if you try." Camden reminded her, "And they don’t only select the top two from the entire departnt; the instructors and departnt leaders will consider other aspects. After all, the chance is rare; many in the departnt will strive for it."
"Really?" Mia pondered.
Camden smiled, lowered his head, and continued reading.
Mia also looked down at her book, but her mind drifted back to his brief words.
For the truth...
Indeed, Camden was kind and righteous.
She knew this when she first t him.
Being a journalist suits him well.
And what about her?
Mia recalled the mont when the idea first developed.
Because of Lia Chester’s photo.
She thought journalists are ssengers, battling on the frontline of news, coming closest to the events, conveying emotions and ssages.
Quite sacred.
A true dia professional is always respected.
—
There were two classes for the elective.
After class, Mia stayed in an empty classroom, holding her books, for another two hours.
Returned to the dorm around six.
All this while, Koa Jackson hadn’t called her.
She hadn’t called Koa either.
While studying, she didn’t feel much; once finished, she felt unbalanced inside.
A bit wronged.
She was eight years younger than Koa, and he, being so much older, ignored her without any consideration.
He should have coaxed her a little.
So annoying.
Mia bit her lip, feeling indignant as she returned to her dorm.
Her resolve to strive for the exchange program grew stronger.
Koa doesn’t care about her now, saying there’s nothing for her to apply with. She has to pursue it despite everything and leave him alone in the country to feel empty, lonely, and cold.
But —
Being alone in the country, would other won throw themselves at him?
So frustrating.
Mia opened the door, sat stiffly in the chair.
Windsor Myres wasn’t there; she went out with Camden River for dinner.
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