这个星期是我值周。周一晚上,督促完学生就寝,我便早早回到值班室休息。正当我要入睡时,听见门外有人哭,接着便是敲门声。“谁啊?”我心生不悦。“老师,是七(1)班的薛智玲。”一个怯弱的女声。我迅速穿衣,开门,见一高一矮两个女孩站在门口。其中矮个女孩头发凌乱,脸色煞白,用手捂着肚子,“哎哟、哎哟”痛得直叫唤。高个女孩则挽着 This week is my week. On Monday night, I was overwhelmed by the student and I returned to the duty room early. When I was going to sleep, I heard people crying outside the door and then knocked on the door. “Who?” I was unhappy. “The teacher is Xue Zhiling of the seven (1) class.” "A weak girl. I quickly dressed, opened the door, and saw two girls, one high and one short, standing in the doorway. Among them, the short girl had a disorderly hair, pale face, and her hands were covering her stomach. The tall girl is holding