A Swimsuit’s Value: Priceless – Part 01

“Defendant Ayumu Aikawa,” called a beautiful voice. “Enter the court.”

I stepped into the school’s audiovisual room.

A huge screen stretched across the wall so students could see from anywhere in the room. In front of it was a projector and a VCR for playing back teaching material.

During the school festival, they sometimes screened movies here. Basically, it was a facility some club or another used once in a blue moon.

There, I saw a few familiar faces.

Desks were lined up. Normally, they were set parallel to the screen, but two had been turned vertically, facing each other.

Yup. The school’s audiovisual room had been hastily turned into a courtroom. In other words, a mock court.

Between those two desks, in the center of the room, was a lone chair, where they made me sit.

Before anyone could say a word, I said, “I didn’t do anything.”

Bang, bang.

“Shut up, don’t talk! You don’t have permission