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When I was young, stealing things from others would give me a great sense of excitement. I was addicted to this dangerous feeling. I knew the pros and cons of it, but at that time I couldn't make a change. Our school has two dormitory buildings, and most students live on campus. The dormitory buildings are closed at noon, but Fang Hao and I have thoroughly studied the school's terrain and have our own way to get into the dormitory.
During lunchtime, my friend Fang Hao and I would often climb to the second floor behind the dormitory using a step, and then sneak into other dorm rooms to take snacks to eat. However, we had our own rules - we wouldn't take snacks from our own class or from those who were from poor families. The school I attended was the only private junior high school in the county, and it was considered the best. Those who could enter the school either had good grades or came from wealthy families, so there was a big wealth gap in the school. My family was ordinary, not poor. However, some of my classmates were indeed from poor families, struggling to support their education. Fang Hao and I were aware of this and never took anything from them. This feeling fascinated me, and taking their snacks was not because I was greedy, but because I found joy in doing so.
Later on, I gradually became unsatisfied with this. Some students in the school would secretly bring their phones. Over the course of a semester, the teachers would almost always find several phones, so our homeroom teacher's office cabinet always had several confiscated phones. I set my sights on these things.
Two friends and I scouted in advance, pretending to chat in the office, but actually looking for where the key to the cabinet was placed. Normally, it was just inserted into the cabinet, but after work, the homeroom teacher would take it away. However, I knew in my heart that every lock in the office had a spare key, which was kept in that cabinet. That afternoon, there was only one teacher in the office. Fang Hao and Wu Haozhan found a reason to distract that teacher, and I went to the cabinet, took out the spare key, and secretly put it in my pocket. The teachers hardly ever checked the spare keys, so I didn't have to worry about being caught. I looked at the six or seven phones in the cabinet and felt pleased. After tonight, they would all be mine.
The lights in our school go out at 9:15. The dorm supervisors check the rooms at 9:45, and around 10:30, Fang Hao and I climbed out of the window on the second floor and sneaked into the teaching building. Some of the old doors were of poor quality, and we could slide a hard card into the door crack and swipe down to open it. Fang Hao kept watch outside while I went in, opened the cabinet, and stuffed all the phones into my pockets.
The next day, I returned all of the phones to my classmates. They were overjoyed. According to our class teacher's rules, these phones were basically given with no expectation of return, unless one achieved satisfactory results. However, for those few underachievers, it was almost impossible. On that day, in their eyes, I seemed like a hero.
After that incident of stealing phones, I realized that the thrill I sought wasn't in stealing, but in the feeling of successfully carrying out a secret operation. I enjoyed meticulous planning, acting in secret, and occasionally doing some chivalrous deeds.
It's just that after entering society, I could no longer find that feeling. It's as if my own world, starting from the moment I stepped out of the school gates, had come to an end.
Right now, I'm not even as good as a thief.
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