Survival: King Picking Game

A murderous and tense atmosphere brewed in the sky.

Himiko quietly contacted the satellite and the uninhabited island, and after getting an affirmative answer——

"Let's go in, we're going to be late."

She smiled and walked towards the door first.

Himiko held a pen in his fingers and slowly twirled it unconsciously.

While propping her chin with her hands, the girl stared at the sky outside the window boredly.

...In the eyes of outsiders, it is naturally so.

However, Himiko was actually waiting for something to happen.

"Ah, it hasn't started yet."

She brushed her long blond hair, used her plump tits as a pillow, and lay lazily on the table.

In such a non-serious state, the teacher who was spitting on the podium just pretended not to see it.

Correspondingly, when a student is distracted by the girl's lazy and beautiful posture, he will be called quickly and walk to the door in desperation to be punished.

... This is not only the privilege of a "Japanese transfer student", but also because her grades are among the best, and she is said to be a family member of a large chaebol in the island country.

For ordinary people's school teachers, they are completely irresistible targets - Japan's Yakuza organization is world-renowned.Maybe one day, it will be filled with cement and sink into the sea.

"Sand... rustle..."

In the corner of the classroom wall, there is a speaker hanging.

The bells for get out of class start and end, and school announcements from the radio room are all conveyed through this method.

"come yet!"

Himiko cheered up all of a sudden and straightened his back.

"Well, what happened?"

The teacher on the podium glanced at the wrist watch in confusion.

"It's not time yet. get out of class is not over yet. Everyone is sitting in their chairs. There should be some announcement..."

"Hello—"

A lively voice from the radio interrupted his words.

The speaker was clearly in a good mood.

"Hello everyone in this school!"

In the microphone, there was a sharp and piercing sound.

"what……"

"Hey, what happened?"

"Who is that?"

The students in the classroom began to talk a lot.

"Quiet! Don't whisper!"

The teacher frowned and said loudly.

...That being said, judging from his expression, he was obviously equally confused.

"Confused? That's ok, you'll find out soon - but I'm one of those spoiler-loving bad guys! So I decided to tell you guys ahead of time. Ahahahaha!"

Although the male voice is an ugly and hoarse duck voice, it can be heard that he should not be very old.

The man on the radio suddenly lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone.

——"Congratulations...you, you were kidnapped by me and my companions!"

this moment.

Everyone in the classroom.

The teachers and students on campus.

They all stopped what they were doing, opened their mouths blankly, and stared blankly at the speakers.

"Hey, what's the matter? Why is it so quiet? Don't you believe it?"

...It seems that the other party has "some means" and can see the scene in the school.

"Well, since that's the case - I can only give you evidence."

The voice just fell.

"bump!"

The sound of something hitting the table.

Then there was an extremely suppressed cry of pain.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."