By 10:00 AM, the "rehat" bell triggered a synchronized sprint. Haris and his best friend, Wei Loong, secured a spot at the long wooden benches. They swapped stories over bowls of Mee Rebus and packets of Milo Ais. For twenty minutes, the hierarchy of the classroom vanished; there was only the loud, cheerful chaos of a hundred different conversations in a mix of Malay, English, and Manglish.