Tamamo went to find the dean.

She told the dean the students' words: "We don't drink, we just watch singing and dancing, and experience it..."

The dean frowned: "This is not in line with the rules."

Si Tamamo smiled and said, "Dean, you know that the students' grades will be better if they combine work and rest. I have a solution, do you think it's okay?"

The dean actually wanted to give Si Yumo a favor, so he was waiting. When Si Yumo came up with a perfect excuse, he needed to say it through her mouth.

"...The customs office is very nervous recently, and the goods entering and leaving are particularly strict. There must be something wrong with it. Our school organized a small-scale campaign to shout a few slogans and take a few photos at the door of the customs office.

If someone asks what first-grade students are going to do, the school can answer that it is a regular activity; if someone takes photos of us entering the dance hall, the school will say it was a false accusation by the customs office. We were just passing by and didn't go in." Si Yumo said.

People often trust students more.

At least when the government confronts students, the public will believe in the word "persecution".

Therefore, even if there are photos published on the newspaper, the school has some remarks.

Of course this is the worst case.

More often than not, Shengdebao Medical School is just a primary school, and the public and the newspaper industry do not care about what the students have done.

Only big names or students from prestigious schools will attract attention.

"The school agreed to organize the protests," said the dean.

He smiled and looked at Si Tamamoto, his voice slightly lowered, "Don't move more than 11 o'clock, be careful when entering and leaving."

Sitamoto said: "Thank you."

Although the overnight plan has been cancelled, it is better to have it than not.

She gave the event approval form given by the dean to Zhang Xinmei.

Zhang Xinmei immediately had an idea.

He held the form and smiled, "I will choose a dance hall for you that is closer to the customs office, so that no one will take photos when you enter and exit, and that the nearby street is safe."

Si Tamamo said: "Uncle, do you want to thank me?"

"I wasted all night of business, and I want to thank you?" Zhang Xinmei knocked her on the head, "Little niece, don't be too arrogant."

Si Tamamo told the classmate about the news.

There are dozens of people in a class, and naturally some are angry and some are ill-hearted.

The Student Federation will know it soon.

Du Xishang remained silent, just instructed people: "Follow them secretly and remember to take pictures of the evidence."

The activities of dozens of students were not small in scale. They shouted slogans and arrived at the door of the customs office, claiming that the customs office blocked the trade.

The people from the Customs Office came out to coax for a while and said a lot of good things before getting these little ancestors away.

Zhang Xinmei's car stopped not far away, and the corners of her lips moved slightly.

Soon, the students moved to another street and entered the dance hall arranged by Zhang Xinmei.

Except for the lack of guests and the supply of spirits, the dance hall is the same as usual, especially when Indian dancers reveal their slender waists, the students who have never seen the world's eyes straightened.

In addition to drinking, Zhang Xinmei also specially asked the dance hall to prepare snacks.

From 7pm to 10pm, the three-hour singing and dancing gave the students a lot of knowledge, and they all looked red when they went out.

Du Xi was waiting for news.

Unexpectedly, he sent someone to call him: "Young Master, I'm in the police station now..."

Du Xi was shocked.

Zhang Xinmei had said a long time ago that no photos would be heard on this street unless they were taken by him.

The servants of the Du family were clumsy and were arrested by Zhang Xinmei's men as soon as they appeared and sent directly to the French police room.

After having a good time, the students parted.

No one took the initiative to mention this matter to the Federation. First, Si Tamamo is a member of the Federation, and it is easy to reveal her secret when she writes her small reports; second, her family's financial resources are amazing, and she looks very good in Shanghai, so her classmates betray her, probably it is more difficult to get along with her than those who offend the Federation.

Besides, Si Tamamo almost covered them, she protected her classmates very much, and reassured her classmates.

This matter was also caused by a lot of people, but it was left unresolved. The school approved the school's written approval when the students went out that night.

Si Yumao thanks Zhang Xinmei very much.

As a result, Zhang Xinmei came to pick her up from school the next day. He suddenly stopped disgusting Si Yumao and became much more enthusiastic.

"Uncle invited you to dinner." Zhang Xinmei said with a smile.

Si Tamamo smiled and said, "Have you got what you want?"

"Yes." Zhang Xinmei said.

Si Tamamo suddenly felt very accomplished.

A few days later, the newspaper published photos of the customs warehouse, all of which were donated by overseas Chinese and were detained by the government.

After the newspaper was published, the people were in an uproar.

Zhang Xinmei secretly organized protests between students and workers. After forming a certain scale, the materials were finally successfully out of the customs and shipped out of Shanghai.

That day, Zhang Xinmei went to the train station to sit next to the longest time.

Si Tamamoto also accompanied him.

"Uncle Zhang, will you be very happy to see such a victory?" Si Yumao suddenly asked him.

Zhang Xinmei smiled, saying nothing.

Si Tamamoto asked again: "But these glory have nothing to do with you. When others talk about you, they still think you are a wine bag. Will you feel wronged?"

"No." Zhang Xinmei said, "Faith is the power in the heart, and there is no need for any medal."

Si Yumo's heart moved.

She turned her face slightly and looked at Zhang Xinmei.

Zhang Xinmei is as tall as Si Yumo's father, with wide chest and flat shoulders. He is a tall and heroic man. He has very thick hair, a little long, which will fall off and cover his eyes by chance - his cynical eyes are shrewd.

Such shrewdness is so wise with the support of faith.

The man Si Yumao admires the most is her father. She also thought about finding a man who looks like his father in the future, and Zhang Xinmei is undoubtedly the one who looks the most.

His figure and appearance, his personality and temper, and even when he smiles badly, he looks a bit like her dad.

"Uncle Zhang, what can I do with you? I can do it well, too." Si Yumao said suddenly.

At this moment, she wanted to get closer to him.

She wanted to share his joy and relieve his pain. Celebrate with him when he was happy, hug him when he was sad, and comfort each other.

Zhang Xinmei turned around and looked at her.

He did not refuse or mock her, but looked at her quietly for a while: "Takimo, is General Deng Gao very familiar with your family?"

Deng Gao was the adjutant of Si Xingpei in the past, and now he has become the commander of the division. After Yan Xinnong retired, he was the highest commander of the Si family.

"Yeah, it's very familiar." Tamamo said.

"Your grandfather is Yan Xinnong. He used to be from the military, right?" Zhang Xinmei asked again.

Si Tamamo nodded.

"...You said you want to follow me, but when the gun is made public in the future, you must point it at your grandfather, your Uncle Deng, your grandfather, and other confidants of your father, can you do it?" Zhang Xinmei asked.

Si Yumao couldn't help but froze. Zhang Xinmei touched her head: "Study hard, silly kid!"
Chapter completed!