#交易故事 #交易经验 $At three in the morning, after the power went out in the dormitory, I huddled in the corridor using WiFi, the cold light from my phone screen piercing my eyes painfully. On the 185th time this month that I opened the trading app, my fingers were already trembling reflexively. I went all in on BTC with the 3000 yuan living expenses I saved from my summer job, only to watch it drop by 7.83% like a deflating balloon. The money I saved by eating only steamed buns in the cafeteria for half a month evaporated 75 yuan in 111 spot trades—enough to buy thirty bags of instant noodles. The derivatives market felt more like a meat grinder, with 72 closing alerts sounding like death knells, and a 28 yuan loss equated to three whole days of substitute teaching fees.

When my account balance froze at -86.76 yuan on May 4th, I remembered I hadn't even started writing the paper due tomorrow. The recommendation line that said 'Similar users are trading spot' popped up just as the corridor's motion-sensor light went out, leaving only the automatically refreshing candlestick chart burning on my retina in the darkness.