The night before last, when I deleted her WeChat, my finger paused over the screen for three seconds. It wasn't out of guilt, but because I remembered what she said when she first came to me: 'Teacher, if this continues, the baby's milk powder jar will really hit bottom.'
At that time, she couldn't even understand candlestick charts, her voice trembling on the phone. I only let her try with 1800, specifically reminding her: 'Use only 10% of your funds, don't increase your position regardless of gains or losses.' She muttered at the time: 'How long will it take for this small capital to turn around?' I shot back: 'The market specializes in treating disobedience; you have to stay alive to wait for opportunities.'
As a result, three days later, her account was up 36%. She sent me a voice message in the middle of the night: 'I really can make money!' I could tell she was speaking in a hushed tone in the bathroom, with a child’s cooing in the background. Later, she developed a habit—after putting her child to sleep each night, she would review until dawn under the desk lamp, and her account grew from 1800 to 8000.
What truly sent shivers down my spine was on the 28th day when she suddenly asked: 'I see so many people taking in students, can I also start guiding trades?' I almost dropped my keyboard on this side of the screen—this feeling is too familiar; every person who drifts away starts from overflowing confidence.
Sure enough, something happened in the sixth week. She hid from me and invested all her funds into a meme coin, confessing only after a 43% drop: 'I just wanted to test my judgment...' Looking at the liquidation screenshot, I laughed, not because I was angry about her losing money, but because it reminded me of my own early missteps—every gambler thinks Lady Luck will give them a pass.
That day, I blocked her. Some asked if that was too heartless. In fact, it's not just the position that needs to be cut, but also the insatiable greed that cannot be salvaged. The most ironic thing about the crypto world is: making fifty thousand may only require luck, but keeping fifty thousand requires cutting out the luckiness in human nature.
Every time I see newcomers reviewing late at night, I think of her shadow under the desk lamp. What this market truly lacks is not the myth of getting rich quickly, but those who always remember 'why we set out' amidst the soaring and plummeting. After all, no matter how rough the waves, they cannot drown those who cling tightly to the life buoy.
