BODYGARD

Chapter 38 Have We Met Before?

She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Among the flowers, there was a piece of white letter paper, which was written by a few girls for Monroe. In their eyes, Monroe was a goddess up high, not even daring to send flowers to her, wondering if their long dreams were just too far-fetched, only being able to act through Jack.

They didn't have the courage.

Lacking courage.

But it was a dream.

The dream of several people.

Jack was taken aback and looked at the flowers in the girl's hand, saying, "Can I go give the flowers now?"

"Yep!"

"Go ahead, hurry!"

"There's not much time left!"

Jack nodded, since he had already promised, naturally he had to help these female classmates. For him, giving flowers was easy; he had dared to wield a kitchen knife at the age of eight, so delivering flowers was definitely not a challenge for him.

The next moment, he stood up.

But just as he stood up.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"This —"

"So many people!"

Jack's scalp tingled.

He knew why these women chose him to deliver the flowers, with so many people wanting to squeeze onto the stage, it really wasn't an easy task.

"Jack, please!" the girl said, "I'll take you out to eat, and if you like any girl from the Department of Chinese Studies in the future, I'll help you pass on messages, tell you what she likes, and help you pursue her!"

"Right, if you want to pursue me, I'm game!"

"Jack, if you deliver the flowers, you'll have a chance to pursue me for free in the future!"

"Anything you need from us sisters in the future, just say the word, no matter which girl you fall for!"

Jack touched his nose. "Giving a flower isn't that serious!"

"Thank you!" the girls said gratefully.

Jack, facing the crowded crowd, thought for a while and then jumped down from his seat.

In the blink of an eye, he squeezed into the crowd.

Hoping that it wouldn't be long before Jack would be seen on the stage.

But as Jack pushed into the crowd, he was immediately blocked tightly by the dense crowd, unable to move forward or back.

"Excuse me!"

"Are you stupid, why should we let you through!"

Jack couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He bit his teeth secretly.

The next moment, he slapped the shoulder of the boy in front of him, leaped, and actually jumped over the boy's shoulder.

"You!"

"What are you doing!"

Jack couldn't be bothered with them, the most important thing now was to deliver the flowers, although he had thought that if he knew there were so many people here, he would never have agreed to the girls.

But since he had already agreed, going back on his word now wasn’t a good thing.

After flipping over several shoulders.

Jack finally found some space.

After squeezing through for a while, he finally approached the stage where Monroe was standing.

"Thank you!" Monroe thanked from the stage.

This woman's voice was very pleasant.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to transport people to another world.

There was more than one person delivering flowers.

A man with glasses stared at Monroe for a long time, reluctant to leave after coming down, and then Jack emerged from the crowd.

He looked left and right and finally focused his gaze on Monroe on the stage.

It's just delivering flowers.

Is it that serious?

He stepped onto the stage.

Monroe was there.

This time —

He saw Monroe up close.

This woman was much more beautiful than in the photos.

Delicately elegant and clear-skinned. Her outer garment was blue, with a purple short shirt inside, and her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her beauty was unparalleled, elegant, and indescribably delicate.

She appeared to be about twenty-two or twenty-three.

Around one meter seventy-six tall.

Jack took a deep breath.

"What a beautiful woman!"

From afar, this woman's body was slender, her clothes bright and outstanding, and up close, she seemed indescribably beautiful.

"I see Jack!"

"It's Jack!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Several girls shouted excitedly.

Happy.

Joy surged in their hearts.

But also inevitably filled with numerous apprehensions.

"Flowers!" Jack looked at this superstar beauty, he silently thought, he had to take a few more looks, how could he not take a closer look at such a beautiful woman in this situation, wouldn't that be a loss?

Jack indicated he definitely wasn't someone who wasted opportunities.

He took out the flowers in his hand.

"Thank you!" Monroe smiled slightly, stretching out her flawless fair fingers to receive Jack's flowers.

But —

In the moment her eyes looked towards Jack.

Monroe was taken aback.

This pause soon disappeared.

Jack, having delivered the flowers, was also about to leave.

"Wait a minute, student!" Monroe smiled pleasantly.

Jack felt he had already seen enough, was this woman generously allowing him to take another good look?

Thus, hearing Monroe’s words, he turned around again.

"There are so many heartfelt gestures today, I'm afraid I can't carry all the flowers myself, could you help me take these flowers backstage?" Monroe blinked her beautiful eyes, smiling at Jack.

"Why not me!"

Many people screamed inwardly.

Jack was stunned for a moment but then smiled slightly and said cheerfully, "Sure!"

"Thank you, student!" said Monroe.

"You're welcome!" Jack grinned.

Monroe's song was over, it seemed time to leave the stage.

"Goodbye everyone!"

After saying a few more words of farewell, she left the stage amidst thunderous applause, along with Jack carrying the flowers, heading backstage.

Arriving behind the stage, Jack held a large bunch of flowers, while Monroe walked ahead.

Jack felt, a lot of people had given Monroe flowers.

Why didn't Monroe turn around to see how he was holding them?

Describing these flowers as a pile was an understatement.

The total of these flowers exceeded the size of a cow.

Arriving backstage, Monroe greeted many people, then led Jack into a room.

"Thank you!"

The room was large, presumably Monroe's prep room backstage.

Jack placed the flowers in a designated area for flowers.

He stood up.

Just to see Monroe staring at him without blinking.

Jack had a start.

Why was she staring at him like that?

Monroe’s face was full of surprise, she looked left and right, and then said, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Met before?" Jack didn't hold back, found a seat, and said, "I don’t know celebrities, if I knew you, I’d definitely borrow money from you!"

"Pfft!"

Monroe laughed, "Seriously, have we met somewhere before?"

She had an impression in her heart.

For many years.

She hadn't seen for many years, but the memory was still fresh, so many years of events, but still unforgettable.

It seemed like —

When they were kids!

The resemblance was striking.

Monroe tried hard to recall.

The way she pondered, still so ethereally beautiful.

"Is your name Jack!" Monroe seemed to remember something.

"You really know me!" Jack was puzzled.

He had no recollection of this woman, when had he met a celebrity? Clearly, he had no memory of it, his recollection couldn't be that poor —

Yet.

Why did this woman call out his name?

Was he that famous?

"Is your sister named Mary!" Monroe continued to ask.

"You know my sister?" Jack was completely dumbfounded.

And Monroe asked again, "When you were a kid, did you ever take a kitchen knife to your sister’s school and then stand in the classroom, pointing at a bunch of boys, yelling at them not to harass your sister again?"

Jack was stunned again.

This woman —

How did she know everything?