Until when?

"Hey, when I was going to the cafeteria, I heard that Michael from the music major was late for class, you know!" Her panicked voice sounded loud. "He couldn't even enter the classroom."

Gabby rolled her eyes several times at that.

"Hah? Michael?" Another girl also sounded panicked. "He's a model student, it's almost impossible for him to be late, don't you think?"

"You know, I didn't believe it at first. But I saw a lecturer coming to Michael and kept inviting him to the lecturer's room," her friend replied, "I wondered why, but then it turned out that he was late for class."

"Then, did you know what he was doing there?"

"Ugh, what else could they do to him? At most, they'd probably just talk it out, saying he shouldn't repeat it, then it's over," the girl shook her head and flipped her hair. "Don't you know Michael's influence here?"

"Yes, yes," the girl's friend nodded her head. "Why do you think he was late?"