I want to run a long distance race!

A gentle breeze blew in, replacing the hot air of the day. Crimson red clouds decorated the sky that afternoon. The sports ground at the school was filled with students running excitedly. At the end of the field stood the figure of an old man scolding a boy.

"Your performance in sports has been dropping dramatically," The trainer put his hand on his waist, "You've been skipping practice, right? Your points have decreased by a lot for causing trouble in class, and now your performance also drops!"

"If I didn't beg them to the point that I had to bow down, you wouldn't be here now!" The coach continued with rage.

The coach's booming voice made several students who were running in the field turn their heads. They saw Billy bowing his head in his black sportswear. Standing in front of him was his trainer with a plain black shirt. A red whistle hung from the man's neck down to his chest.