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

That night, Li Bao'er was regarded as a confidante by Peng Zizheng, whose thought process was bizarre, and was forced to listen to his philosophy of life for almost an hour. She suppressed the urge to yawn and listened obediently like a primary school student as the man in front of her analyzed his inner thoughts.

"Time cannot be wasted! I dislike anything that disrupts the plan..."

"A true man should defend his country; if he doesn't achieve something in this world, he's wasted his life..."

"I only need two hours of sleep a day; sleeping too much is a waste of time..."

“I am always fair. My soldiers will reward every Qiang person they cut off with their head…”

"What's the point of being born if you don't work hard? Those who just drift through life might as well be dead..."

"There will be no lazy or slackers in my army. All of them, get out of here!"

"I know you all think I push you too hard, but I do the same to myself! You have to understand, you can't succeed without being ruthless!"

Li Bao'er didn't know if one could succeed without being ruthless, but she knew the man in front of her was definitely carried away. She watched helplessly as his impassioned spittle flew from his mouth to white foam appearing at the corners. She didn't want to pour him water; she was exhausted. She felt that preventing her from sleeping was a new form of torture devised by Peng Zizheng to torment her…

Nine years of suppressing his boastful nature and living a life of quiet restraint had finally worn Peng Zizheng out. He was hoarse from talking so much, but after glancing around the room, he didn't see a teapot or kettle. He also noticed that Li Bei's little brother was struggling to keep his drowsy eyelids open. Finally, out of consideration, he decided to let the child go to sleep; children need to grow, so a little more sleep wouldn't hurt. So Peng Zizheng laughed heartily, stood up, and then put his arm around Li Baobao, who hurriedly stood up as well, saying, "Great! Come on! Let's take a leak together, then go to sleep! By the way, Li Bei is your brother, right? Your brother's fine, don't worry."

"Oh, thank you, General. I have no need to urinate. May I ask if I may write a letter to my parents at home to inform them of my elder brother's safety?"

"Write it! Show it to me when you're done, and I'll have someone mail it to you!" Peng Zizheng readily agreed.

After the crazy general left, Li Bao'er, who had stayed up until almost four in the morning, collapsed onto the bed, held in her pee, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Li Bao'er was awakened by the shouts of drills on the battlefield. She hurriedly threw on her clothes and ran outside, but before she reached the field, she bumped into her master, Zheng Xi. Seeing her sleepy face and flustered expression, Zheng Xi chuckled and playfully punched Li Bao'er on the back, saying, "I know everything. The general said it's fine for a child to sleep a little longer. You're on leave today, go home and catch up on your sleep!"

Li Bao'er glanced towards the battlefield and saw the general who had boasted to her all night already standing on the platform, giving orders with great enthusiasm. Li Bao'er cursed him inwardly, "You beast!" and promptly went back to her room to catch up on sleep.

Perhaps the strenuous physical activity she usually engaged in had repaired Li Bao'er's previously weakened nerves, because she actually fell asleep shortly after returning to bed. She remembered that in modern life, her neurasthenia prevented her from sleeping in any light or noise, and once disturbed, even the sleepiest person couldn't drift back to sleep. However, before falling asleep, she recalled Peng Zizheng calling her a "little kid" and couldn't help but mutter, "Actually, he's just a nineteen-year-old kid!"

At that moment, Peng Zizheng, who had specially come to see his new confidant outside the door, heard these words and was immediately moved to tears: "He truly understands me!"