$Micron Tech(MU.US)A few days ago, Micron Technology hugged the short sellers right in front of her.

It wasn't a gentle hug; he buried himself completely in the arms of the shorts, refusing to let go for several consecutive days. The shorts wrapped their arms around his waist, looking so smug as if they had already secured the entire storage cycle, whispering repeatedly in his ear: "Don't struggle. HBM belongs to others, NAND is still oversupplied, and the AI story can't save you."

She stood by, watching helplessly as her floating profits were torn apart by bearish candles one by one, trembling with grievance until her lips quivered.

Finally unable to hold back, she rushed over and pounded on Micron Technology's chest with her little fists like crazy: "Bad guy! Scumbag! You promised that when demand recovered, you'd come pick me up! You promised that rising prices would protect me! I held my full position through the cycle with you, yet because of those shorts, you trapped me at the peak!"

The harder she pounded, the redder her face became, tears falling drop by drop. Micron Technology kept his head down, letting the shorts hold him, offering not a single word of explanation.

Her heart was completely broken.

She wiped away her tears and said through gritted teeth: "Fine, go be with her. Even if you come back begging me after hitting the daily limit, I won't even look at you."

But just today, Micron Technology suddenly broke free from the shorts.

He glanced back at her, and the very next second, he charged forward on a surge of high-volume bullish candlesticks, pulling her tightly into his embrace. The force was so great it felt like he was trying to make up for all the previous losses in one go.

She was completely stunned, her face turning red all the way to her ears. Although her heart was racing as fast as a pre-market surge, she still tried to act tough: "You... let me go! Who told you to come back? Don't you love the shorts the most? Go hug them then!"

Micron Technology didn't loosen his grip; instead, he held her tighter and whispered, "Silly girl, what happened before wasn't an embrace; it was a shakeout."

She shuddered, her eyes welling up again. She raised her little fist to hit him once more, but Micron Technology caught it firmly.

"Stop hitting," Micron Technology said close to her ear, "Today, I'm taking you to squeeze the shorts."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the stock price skyrocketed.

She couldn't pretend anymore. Crying, she hugged Micron Technology's neck tightly and scolded grievously: "Idiot... If you dare drop this much again, I'll really liquidate everything just to show you."

Micron Technology smiled: "Would you really do that?"

Shyly burying her face in his chest, she whispered softly: "I wouldn't."

In the distance, the shorts stood alone amidst a sea of margin call notices, watching the couple walk away together. Trembling, they opened their account.

The system displayed only one cold line:

Your margin is insufficient.