The club members were a little bewildered.
They were all high schoolers, and nobody there was an idiot. Almost no one was unfamiliar with the price of tea. But it was precisely because they knew the prices that they were so baffled...
When President Doma did the math, it seemed reasonable. The club's budget wasn't just substantial—it even felt like too much!
B-but! They were a club made up of high school students, after all! Take the kendo club, for example. It wasn't as if everyone got a bamboo sword and a wooden practice sword. Most students had to buy their own. And that wasn't just the practice swords and bamboo swords—even their uniforms were something they had to provide themselves!
And the same went for other clubs. Take the soccer club: they had to buy their own uniforms, cleats, and so on!
The baseball club was popular enough, right? Yet the fact that they provided baseballs for their members was already considered generous. As for everything else, they could buy it themselves.
And that was without even mentioning the less popular clubs. Their budgets were truly pathetic. To put it in one sentence: when they collected their funds, the cold was bone-deep; when they opened the budget envelope, a chilly wind howled...
And yet, what had they just heard? Sogo Doma... President Doma had requested such a huge budget from the school on the grounds that everyone needed to sample high-grade tea. And the key point was, the school had actually approved it!
High-grade tea! Quite a few of the club members probably hadn't tasted any in their entire lives...
What the hell! What was the school thinking? How could they approve a budget like that?
The kendo club had to beg and plead for ages just to get