【4】The phoenix tree 1: Alexander3——A crying creature in the hall

Chapter 4 A crying creature in the hall
“Really, Alexander! Can you go to school on time? It’s just the eighth week. It’s the thirty-sixth time you’ve been late for school! Look at Whene, he has only be late for six times. You are so brilliant! Don’t be late again! Go with me to the headmaster’s office after class.” In the class, the teacher in charge of a class was very angry. He stared at a student standing on the left of his seat with his hands on his waist and was shaking all over.
“Class begins.” said the class teacher, “Hand in your homework.”
Alexander took his copy book and dictation book. He put the two books.
You can hear the wind howling through the window indoors with the sound of “hu----” as a little child shiver violently all over because of the freezing temperature as tears fell drop by drop on to an empty copy book from a boy’s tearstained face which he was looking at as soon as an A4 sized sheet of paper had been thrown out of the classroom to him as soon as a pencil with a short length of 0.4 decimeter dropped to the floor of the school hall with a sound “tin tin tin tin tin” if you were in Alexander’s classroom ten minutes before a little boy is writing his homework only with cry in of the corner of the school hall in the sound of rain.
“Sorry, Alexander, come back. I have just made a mistake on your homework. Come in!” said the teacher with an angry face.
Alexander went back into the classroom with a big smile. He was happy again.
But he didn’t get any apology from the teacher, Instead……
Another ten minutes later, outside the classroom stood Alexander again. The little boy was looking at his empty dictation book. His cries echoed loudly in the corridor for a long time.
The next class was Math class. In the class,“Silence!” said a fat short lady, whose freckled face screwed up in anger. She was Alexander’s Math teacher. “ I am going to have a little check. What is the answer of one hundred plus three hundred, Alexander ?” asked the Math teacher.
“Two hundred! ” Alexander stand up.

“What? What is the answer of one plus three? ”
“ Five!” said Alexander.
The teacher was extremely angry. “Are you playing joke on me?”
“Sorry, teacher. One plus three is two!” said Alexander with much confidence. It’s so funny that the answer was 4 but he don’t even know the answer to one plus three!
The teacher walked slowly but with big steps to Alexander angrily.
“Sorry. Eight!” Another wrong answer.
“It’s four!” said Whene.
All the students expect Alexander laughed.
“Copy one plus three is four for two hundred times and hand it to me at exactly two’O clock this afternoon!” said Alexander’s Math teacher, spit flying from her mouth.
After class was over, he used his fat white hand, short pencil, a piece of paper, and started to write.