After the King of Overwork Transmigrated into a Tree

Good grief, transmigration really is a metaphysical business.

She actually transmigrated into a tree!!!

How is she supposed to play this game?

She doesn't even know what kind of trees her neighbors are, and she has a bellyful of gossip with no one to share it with. On top of that, she has to endure the wind and rain, the bitter cold and scorching heat.

Well, as a plant, she does like the wind and rain, but she still has to milk her unfortunate circumstances a little. After all, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

Her teacher said to turn every disadvantage into an advantage, but even with her fighting spirit fired up and strength coursing through her, she has nowhere to use it.

Oh? A handsome young man in flowing white robes seems to be coming this way.

“Quick, quick, help me up! I can do this after all.”