Chapter 189 The Book Without a Title
"Tsk, these books are really tattered."

Walking inside the bookstore, Xia Yu scanned the old books placed on the ground one by one. These stacked books looked more worn out than the books on the bookshelf, so they were placed randomly on the ground.

And the price was quite cheap. He even saw three books for only 100 yen, which was equivalent to a little more than six yuan according to the exchange rate of that era.

After a quick glance, Xia Yu withdrew his gaze. The books placed on the ground were not very good, or they were not to his taste.

He turned his attention to the bookshelf again, intending to look at other books, but as he walked along, he found that few books suited his taste and he regretted walking into this bookstore.

Just as Xia Yu was thinking about this, a strange book suddenly caught his attention. It was a book that was not thick and had no title.

Looking at the nameless book sandwiched between other books, Xia Yu reached out and took it down. There were two superimposed cross stars on the cover of the book, and the cover was slightly worn. It was more like a notebook than a book.

I casually opened it and found that the content inside was also handwritten. The handwriting was quite good. It seemed that the person who wrote it had a very good handwriting.

However, there is not much written, only the first ten pages or so, and in the middle of the page, there is a feather pen, and there is a sentence on the page next to it - please continue to write this story.

“This sense of déjà vu…”

As Xia Yu flipped through this mysterious notebook, many scenes related to the notebook suddenly emerged in his mind.

Death Note, Tom Riddle's Diary, Half-Blood Prince's Notebook, Book of Years...

No, the book at the back exceeds the limit.

Xia Yu shook his head and came back to his senses. He couldn't help but be amused by his own thoughts. How could it be such a coincidence that a random nameless book could be a magical prop.

"But compared to those props, if this is a book of creation, it would be truly extraordinary."

He remembered an online novel he had read before. The protagonist of that novel also encountered a strange book in a bookstore. The book also had no title or author name. The difference from this book was that the black cover of that book was also blank, without even a pattern.

As the protagonist explored, he found that the book did not record anything. He only found a handwritten equation on the last page of the book - Page=(). After he solved the equation, he became the new god of the Hilbert space in the book and used the book to create his own world.

Thinking back to this, Xia Yu laughed and shook his head as he looked at the book in his hand which also had no title. If any book he bought could create the world, he might as well expect to become a god in the next second.

However, this book brought back his memories, so he did not put it back, but held it in his hand.

This item is destined for him, so just buy it.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu continued to browse the bookstore with the nameless book, trying to find another book that was destined for him.

What's more, as he wandered around, he actually found two or three interesting books. By the time he left the bookstore, he had several more old books in his arms.

……

Afternoon, Xia’s house.

study.

"What? It's just a story about an ordinary magician. I thought it was a good story."

Sitting at the desk, Xia Yu looked at the nameless book he bought from a used bookstore and couldn't help but complain.

This book only records the story of an ordinary magician. The writing is acceptable, but the story is average. However, there is not much content, so there is no need to be too harsh.

If he were to look at it from the perspective of an elementary school student, it might be an interesting story, but he is a young man of the 21st century who has been baptized by online literature, and the story of this magician is really hard to interest him. "Tsk, I feel like writing something."

After reading the story of this magician, Xia Yu felt itchy and wanted to create a story of his own.

However, he still has self-awareness. Given his poor writing skills, the story he writes may not be as good as the story that comes with the book.

It is important for a person to have self-knowledge. It just so happens that he is very self-aware. If you let him "point fingers" he can accomplish the task easily, but if you ask him to "do it if you can do it", forget it.

If he was capable, he would have done it himself long ago. Why would he be pointing fingers here?
“By the way, I can write an outline!”

Xia Yu clapped his fist and suddenly realized that since he couldn't write a good story, he might as well just throw away the outline.

Anyway, there is no need to show it to others, as long as he can understand it. Besides, speaking of the outline, he is actually preparing to write an outline these days.

The "Cardcaptor Sakura" manga plan he mentioned to Sakura at the beginning was not a joke, he really wanted to draw it, and now he wrote down the outline so as not to forget it when he started drawing.

Even though there are systematic records, it is impossible for him to forget.

However, life always has to have some sense of ritual. The creators of "Cardcaptor Sakura" have a clear division of labor. Some are responsible for dividing the frames and drawing, some are responsible for drawing frame lines and pasting dot paper, some are responsible for the finalization of the drawing, and some are responsible for the script creativity.

Although he is the only one here... no, he also has Tomoyo to help him draw creative costumes.

But there are only two of them, so he might as well write down the outline now. A story must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. It certainly can't be drawn like a comic book like a diary. As a former reader, he still knows which problems to avoid.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu turned the nameless book in front of him to a blank page. Inspiration came to him suddenly, and this notebook happened to be destined for him, so he used it to write the outline of "Cardcaptor Sakura".

Time passed slowly and the sun gradually sank behind the mountain.

At the desk, Xia Yu was still writing furiously.

"Finally, the self-examination has come to the final step. Syaoran looks at the girl named Sakura, who was once his opponent and is now his teammate. His feelings for her continue to grow. He can no longer tell whether this is friendship or ignorant love."

"Perhaps it will not be until a life-and-death crisis that Syaoran will clearly understand what kind of feelings he has for this girl named Sakura."

"And what about Sakura? Maybe she has already subconsciously regarded Syaoran as the person she trusts the most. She just needs a reminder, a chance, a wake-up call..."

“Finally I have written this.”

Feeling that he had almost finished writing, Xia Yu stopped writing, crossed his fingers and stretched. He was so tired today. He hadn't written so many words in a long time.

After loosening up his slightly stiff body, Xia Yu picked up his notes and planned to appreciate his masterpiece.

But as he read on bit by bit, his originally excited expression gradually stiffened, and after seeing the last few sentences, he slammed the notebook in his hand.

"Why does it look so much like a romance novel?!!"

Xia Yu slumped in the chair dejectedly. He had clearly begun writing "Cardcaptor Sakura" according to his memory, so how come it became so different as he went on?

Damn it, my brain and hands don’t match!

(End of this chapter)