Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Li Bao'er's actions startled Peng Zizheng, and the fleeting glimpse of Wu Peng'en's face made him lose his focus of anger. Then, his gaze followed the hem that Li Bao'er had lifted and saw the slender, fair waist of the young man, and his anger suddenly dissipated.

Reason returned, and Peng Zizheng once again regretted his irrationality. He had been suppressing a heavy burden of pain and indignation, and the thought of his soldier's face, so strikingly similar to Wu Peng'en's, had made him uncontrollably want to smash that face to pieces. But the boy's childlike waist brought him back to reality: this was still a child, a tiny kid who had come to the army to suffer because of his brother's disappearance, while his brother was doing dangerous and important work for him. Thinking of this, Peng Zizheng coughed awkwardly, casually forcing his way into Li Bao'er's dormitory, and snapped, "Aren't you cold with your belly showing?"

Li Bao'er thought to herself: Hehe, what's a little cold? Have you ever experienced the cold that comes from when blood spurts out of your neck?

She still covered the lower half of her face completely with her clothes, and asked in a muffled voice through the fabric, "Does the general need my help?"

Peng Zizheng casually found a place to sit down and said lightly, "It's nothing. I couldn't sleep, and seeing that you weren't asleep either, I came to check on you."

Li Bao'er: Are you crazy?! You're the one who's not asleep! Your whole family is asleep! Which blind eye of yours saw that I wasn't asleep?

Of course, Li Bao'er only dared to grumble inwardly. She simply said "Oh," then took a handkerchief, turned her back to cover her face, and stood obediently with her hands at her sides, waiting for instructions.

Having just gone through the emotional ordeal of almost hurting his subordinate's younger brother, Peng Zizheng said rather kindly, "Sit down and let's talk."

Li Bao'er certainly didn't dare to sit, and only replied, "This subordinate dares not," while still standing there obediently.

Who would dare sit here! Before their butts even touched the stool, this pervert would probably yell "Disrespect for superiors, drag him away!" Besides, this murderous god has taken the only stool in the room; where is she supposed to sit?

Peng Zizheng probably noticed that there was no other place to sit in this simple dwelling, so he pointed to the bed and said, "We are all brothers, no need to stand on ceremony, sit there!"

Sensing that the general's expression was relatively kind, Li Bao'er finally sat down on the edge of the bed with utmost caution.

Peng Zizheng casually settled into a comfortable position and, trying to make conversation, asked, "How well do you recognize characters? How many characters can you write?"

Li Bao'er quickly and humbly replied, "Reporting to the general, this subordinate is dull-witted and can only write a few characters well."

Peng Zizheng grunted a response, not really caring about Li Baobao's academic performance, but just trying to make conversation. After saying that, he didn't know what else to say.

Li Bao'er, however, was incredibly oblivious to the situation and refused to start a conversation. She sat there with her eyes downcast, resolutely rejecting this opportunity to get closer to the general through a heart-to-heart talk.

Hmph, just kidding! The more she says, the more mistakes she makes. If she says something wrong, Li Bao'er will have to go through another cycle of reincarnation. It's a good thing this world doesn't have Baidu or Taobao, otherwise she would have to search for "precautions for peacefully coexisting with mentally ill people".

Although an eerie silence hung in the air, Peng Zizheng remained stubbornly glued to his chair. This silence made the usually flamboyant Peng Zizheng unusually dejected, and without even thinking it through, he blurted out a question that seemed utterly out of character: "Am I a pretty bad person?"

Li Bao'er thought of that drawing from last time where both options A and B were wrong: Damn! Is he trying to mess with me again?!

Li Bao'er quickly sorted out a bunch of answers in her mind before forcing herself to pick out a polite remark: "The general has always worked very hard, and the brothers have all worked hard with the general."

Unexpectedly, this answer struck a chord with the madman. The tall, imposing general's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward to confirm, "You really think so? You understand me?!"

Li Bao'er was shocked: I don't know anything! He really is a lunatic!