Time Traveler Help Hotline

Ji Mo felt that he could empathize with those men who passed by the living room and found their girlfriends watching melodramatic 8 PM soap operas, and were shocked even by hearing just a few words.

Like those others, I couldn't help but ask about the plot: "What happens next? Will the rival die?"

The production team secretly provided technology and supplies. The protagonist is an immortal being. Even if he is just a pig, by accumulating enough resources to live for thousands of years, he should have some wealth and ability.

Unless the rival in love is also a high-level superhuman, or the nominal world president or something similar, Ji Mo couldn't imagine how the other party could have survived and turned the tables on the other party by attending the appointment without knowing the details.

"If rivals in love had to die, this show wouldn't be so popular. Heh, the immortal species might end up crashing and burning." Although it was his first time watching this show, Jiu Chonglou seemed to know this kind of routine very well.

Since he wasn't planning on sleeping anyway, Ji Mo decided to watch the rest of the content with Jiu Chonglou.

"You actually watch it?" Jiu Chonglou reluctantly made some space on the sofa, then opened a bag of potato chips and casually handed it to Ji Mo. "Want some?"

"I won't eat it." Ji Mo tried to use this melodramatic program to wash away the impression of the nightmare.

"Open your mouth quickly."

"I won't eat it."

"These are barbecue flavored potato chips, not cilantro flavored ones."

Ji Mo pursed her lips, her gaze fixed ahead, her attitude clear.

The more he acted this way, the more it fueled Jiu Chonglou's competitive spirit.

Ji Mo suddenly felt a pull on her right hand. Before she could even shout "Here we go again!", her right hand flew behind the sofa armrest along with the ring, and she fell sideways onto the sofa.

As the shadow descended, Jiu Chonglou lunged forward, bending down with incredible flexibility, bringing their faces to within a fist's distance.

Ji Mo's pupils reflected only Jiu Chonglou's smug expression. With a potato chip dangling from her mouth, she forced out the words through gritted teeth: "Eat... ugh?!"

"If you try to control the ring again, don't blame me for breaking it." If it weren't for the fear that the space ring would collapse under the combined force of both sides, Ji Mo would never have fallen into the same trap twice.

His warning was accompanied by the smell of barbecued potato chips: "I still have spare space rings, so it doesn't matter if one breaks."

Jiu Chonglou slowly returned to his original position, covered his reddened lower lip with one hand, and scoffed, clearly not convinced.

While she was acting recklessly, the protagonist on the screen also officially met her love rival. The interlocking traps were triggered in an instant, and just when she was about to kill him, the body was evaporated, highlighting how she could kill without leaving a trace.

The long-term attack of the immortal species was disrupted and deflected by some force.

As if wanting to turn the page, Jiu Chonglou turned his head away: "Ha, they're fighting. I can't be bothered with you anymore. I want to watch the show."

The host, Xiaoying, seemed somewhat surprised: "My God, where did this power come from? All the intelligence clearly indicates that the rival is just an ordinary human with no extraordinary background."

"Let's hear what the love expert has to say... Oh, I see. The token of love that the protagonist originally gave to the heroine was actually given to her rival?!"

"Originally intended to protect the female lead, this prop ultimately allowed her rival to escape!"

"Our protagonist is starting to panic. It seems he hasn't fought in a long time. His first attack fails, and his rival uses the traps on the field to slow him down."

The chase scene on TV was clumsy and full of mistakes. The pursued managed to withstand the errors by relying on props, while the pursuer was forced into a trap he had set himself, ending up badly injured.

Xiao Ying also reminded the audience that they could switch screens to watch this comical chase from their preferred perspective.

From beginning to end, the production team of "No Worries About Love" never took human life seriously.

Of course, most viewers felt the same way, and even a very small number of viewers, even if they couldn't bear to watch, were unable to dissuade the two from behind the screen.

Xiao Ying was still giving her emotional explanation, but Jiu Chonglou had lost interest and started scrolling through his phone: "The ending has been decided."

As she said, watching people brush past death too many times in a short period of time becomes boring. The unsuspecting immortal also grew tired of this cat-and-mouse game that was instead played by her, and planned to attack at all costs, but was seized by her rival and severely injured.

"You already guessed it?"

"Hmm, I just searched for the recent episodes of this show, and they all feature people successfully resolving their troubles, which further confirms this idea." Jiu Chonglou sneered, "If things go too smoothly, the audience will get bored, and the production team will think they need to pull a twist to boost the ratings, for example... the death of someone with troubles is also a kind of freedom from troubles."

The book "No Trouble in Love" doesn't say that any relationship between two people is without its troubles.

Even if some viewers guess the plot, the classic twists and the underdog triumphing storyline still have a considerable audience.

As Jiu Chonglou spoke, he reached into the bag of potato chips, ate the last crumbs, and said slowly, "Who would have thought that this program was originally a relationship counseling program, the kind where you sit honestly in front of the host, answer hotline calls, and discuss how to solve the problems that people are facing."

"But it's too easy to replicate this kind of program. Let alone make a name for yourself on the radio, even if you put it in a small world, you might not get many viewers."

As for why the show changed its style, Jiu Chonglou had no idea.

Perhaps they referenced similar programs, or perhaps they encountered a similar situation in a broadcast before going on the radio, tasted the sweetness of high ratings, and couldn't stop.

This show has now become a death show; either the person seeking help dies, or the person causing trouble for the person seeking help dies.

Jiu Chonglou was too lazy to watch anymore, so he pressed the remote control and switched to the next channel.

Dawn was approaching, and the late-night shows were almost over when she stumbled upon a food program showing people eating each other.

To be precise, it's people who eat things that have become various kinds of food.

"Ugh, don't ruin my breakfast appetite! Skip! Skip!"

The late-night slot truly lives up to its name as an adult-oriented time slot; anything after 18+ is geared towards gay audiences.

After watching various gory and graphic program ending segments, I occasionally stumbled upon late-night R-rated programs where the hosts all seemed handsome and had normal values.

This is the current state of radio variety shows. Apart from a few shows with a loyal following that still talk about love and peace, other emerging shows, especially those with call-in requests, are increasingly chaotic in their behavior.

Especially for programs that primarily rely on hotline assistance, aside from scripted elements, most production teams like to portray themselves as mysterious organizations, actively seeking out those seeking help for greater entertainment value.

Some production teams, in order to create hype, have approached unlucky individuals or even bloodthirsty viewers who enjoy these kinds of shows.

If the immortal being from "No Worries About Love" knew what kind of show it was, he would never ask for help, even if you killed him.

Although Ji Mo's side was honest, it also resulted in very low ratings. Even with a fixed audience, the ratings were only temporary; once the show was salvaged, no one would watch it again.