The subjects taught to hero assistants were incredibly varied: chemistry, basic physics, martial arts, firearms training, communications technology, service support, special driving, report processing, clothes ironing, and more.
Being a good superhero assistant was no easy task. You had to be versatile and capable in every respect.
James tapped the screen with a laser pointer, and a holographic map appeared before everyone. "This is our classroom. Besides this, there are many specialized rooms, such as the library, physical training room, firearms training room, superpower training room, live combat arena, gravity training room, and so on."
After saying that, James raised his wrist to check the time. "Guys, it's noon. You can go get something to eat at the cafeteria. The lunches at our school are pretty delicious."
"This afternoon, you're free to do as you please. Go to the library, or check out those specialized halls. You can use any of the training rooms freely. There's also the live combat arena, where you can watch other people fight. If you want to step into the ring yourself, you can sign up, and a teacher will arrange an opponent for you."
"However, I need to make one thing clear. We're the Assistant Class. Our main role is to support heroes in battle and daily life. Most of your superpowers aren't suited for combat, so I advise you all to think carefully before signing up. Live combat carries a certain amount of danger. At best, you might get beaten up. At worst, you could be seriously injured. Worse still, you could suffer permanent disability, lose your superpowers, or even be beaten to death."
The other students immediately lost their nerve upon hearing that, but Jiang Hao became excited. The live combat arena—wasn't that exactly the place he needed most?
Jiang Hao raised