Loner Protagonist
This tag is to be added if the protagonist of a series is referred to as a loner by the author. Here, loner refers to someone who is generally not social. Note that this is not the same as Anti-Social Protagonist tag.
Sanyao Simulated Battlefield Official Forum
[Gossip] Today at the entrance for the Martial Arts Tournament team competition, I saw a super pretty girl looking for a team.
Original Poster: Listen to me, I practically cried myself into a mummy.
1L: Another daily post! A word for the OP——Showoffs always get struck by lightning.
3L: I told you, 99.9% of those good-looking ones sacrificed their action attributes for their looks. Don’t! Believe! Them! Aren’t you just asking for death?
7L: Nowadays, pretty girls with skills are living advertisements. How could they possibly join a random team?
Original Poster: We didn’t team up with her. She couldn’t find teammates, so she went in alone.
18L: Holy crap! What a twist, what a temper… I like it!
21L: Pity this girl.
25L: We military university folks never admit defeat when it comes to destroying beautiful flowers! Daring to enter the team competition alone, did she die right at the entrance of the treasure map?
Original Poster: Then she slaughtered the entire field with a broken knife.
31L: ?
35L: ??
41L: ???
Original Poster: 〒▽〒
As a despised, assault-type guide, Lin Yuan had a fiancé matched to her by the state. Her fiancé came from a distinguished family, was handsome, wealthy, and well-mannered, making him the envy of many.
“Why was such an excellent partner assigned to her? She can’t even pass tea ceremony, and her culinary skills only earned a ‘B’.”
“He’ll get tired of her sooner or later.”
“Exactly, they’re bound to break up.”
Hearing such words often, Lin Yuan also felt that she and Jiang Yangshuo were bound to break up. So, when her fiancé showed up with a gentle and lovely young woman, she didn’t hesitate. She took off her engagement ring and tossed it into the drain right in front of them.
From then on, Lin Yuan lived a free and unrestrained life, like a bird soaring in the sky and a fish leaping in the sea.
Who knew that after a few years of carefree wandering, at a certain royal banquet, her ex-fiancé cornered her, his eyes red, saying he regretted everything these past years and that he was consumed with longing for her.
No, no, no, thank you, please don’t. Lin Yuan, who had grown accustomed to her freedom, didn’t want to return to her old life at all.
Her ex-fiancé’s face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth, “I don’t mind your type, and I can try to tolerate your shortcomings as much as possible. You can’t find a sentinel who will indulge you more than I do.”
“Well, about that, I already have a new sentinel.” To get rid of the entanglement completely, Lin Yuan randomly blurted out a name as a shield. She quickly ran through the images of the sentinels she had met on the battlefield these past few years, and chose the name of a brother with whom she had shared life-and-death situations. She figured that he wouldn’t mind.
“He just happens to be the receptive type, which is perfect for me, and he really likes me. He doesn’t care about any of my flaws.”
As soon as she saw off her distraught ex-fiancé, Lin Yuan turned around and bumped into the man she had just fabricated a story about.
The man who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and earned extraordinary merits had a faint blush on his handsome face, turned his head away, and whispered, “You… when did you know I liked you?”
Lin Yuan: “…”
In a stormy, rainy night, Banxia takes in a small, battered lizard that crawled into her house through the window. To care for it, she accidentally spends all her savings, nearly leaving herself without breakfast the next morning.
From then on, every morning, she is astonished to find her home spotless and a steaming hot breakfast waiting on the table.
One day, the magical little lizard suddenly disappears. Worried, Banxia ventures into the rain to search for it, only to find a drenched man in a bamboo grove, scales still visible on his ankles.
The man lies in pain among the bamboo leaves, covering his face with pale fingers, his voice low and trembling, “Don’t come near me. Don’t look at me…”
Banxia respects his words and stays by his side, shielding him from the storm all night with her umbrella.
She doesn’t want to see him weep in winter’s cold again. She cannot bear to let him flee, scarred and broken, into a lonely world. In a world where true understanding is rare, without him, no one else could stand by her side.