军叔-千问 - 5

nsjs, A man with a buzz cut was wearing light gray cotton short-sleeved shirts and black tying casual pants, standing upright at the camera. He was strong, with neat shoulders and back lines. His left hand was naturally hanging on his side, and his right hand was holding a silver microphone, which was gently hanging down his forearm. The background is a simple modern live broadcast room: behind him is a spliced ​​electronic screen, with real-time barrage scrolling, and the edge of the screen is dotted with several ring fill lights. The warm white light hits him evenly, making the skin texture clear; under his feet is a light gray carpet, and a white storage rack stands next to it, with a bottle of mineral water and a black thermos cup on it, with no extra decoration and a clean and neat atmosphere. His eyes were bright and vivid when he looked straight into the camera, and there was a natural smile on the corner of his mouth. He was neither deliberately alienated nor overly warm. He seemed to be chatting with a familiar person easily, and his whole body exuded a relaxed vitality.